The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 90 Entering the Demon Abyss

In the center of the side hall, Gu Changyuan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

A vortex swirled around him, and within the Great Ruins, boundless spiritual energy surged and boiled. The path of cultivation for the "Black Emperor's Great Ruins Book" had been laid out. The Refining Spirit Realm, the Golden Core Realm, the Dharma Aspect Realm—Su Qinghe had already thoroughly researched every stage through countless avatars. All dangerous detours had been eliminated, and all hidden key points had been clearly marked. Gu Changyuan now only needed to follow this paved path, step by step.

As the acting leader of the Yellow Heaven Sect, Gu Changyuan doesn't need to worry about cultivation resources until he becomes a Great True Person.

Meanwhile, at the ancestral temple of the Nine Netherworld Sect.

Deep within the Ninefold Netherworld, a vast plaza unfolds, its ground constructed of jet-black boulders, their surfaces intricately engraved with countless array patterns, shimmering with an eerie light, like molten lava.

At the end of the square, a colossal gate that seemed to reach the sky stood tall, its frame made of piled bones and its doors forged of black iron. Countless twisted runes were engraved on the gate, flickering and emitting a low hum, as if billions of demons were roaring behind it.

The prison gates, the entrance to the abyss of demons.

Dozens of people stood in front of the prison gates. Almost all the high-ranking members of the Nine Nether Sect were present. The sect leader, Yan Qihui, stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a brocade robe, his long hair tied up in a crown, his face heroic, a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes deep.

Nong Tingshi stood not far to the left of Yan Qihui, his bulky figure wrapped in a golden brocade robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face calm and composed, showing no emotional fluctuations.

Li Qinghe stood beside Nong Tingshi, dressed in a dark red outfit, with the Seven Kill Sword hanging at her waist. Her cold face was like a thousand-year-old ice, and her gaze was also fixed on Yun Weiyang beside her. Her lips were slightly pursed, and there was a hint of solemnity between her brows.

Yin Xuanling stood on the other side of the crowd, dressed in black with fair skin, a cold smile on her face. Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Yun Weiyang's back, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Yin Xuanling was surrounded by dozens of disciples, all of whom were at the Refining Spirit Realm. Their gazes toward Yin Xuanling were full of awe and obsequiousness.

Yin Xuanling gently stroked a brand-new jade seal at her waist, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Elders Shen Longlin, Zuo Shulong, Cheng Xingfu, and Xuan Chiyi stood on both sides, each with a different expression—some indifferent, some calm, and some nonchalant.

Yan Qihui waved his hand, and a deep, dark light burst forth, like a black dragon, crashing into the prison gate.

The prison gates emitted a dull rumble, and the doors slowly cracked open to reveal a chaotic darkness.

Yan Qihui turned around, looked at the many disciples behind him, his face serious, and his voice was like a booming bell, echoing in the square.

"The Abyss of Demons has opened. Once inside, your fate will be determined by chance. Internal strife among fellow disciples is strictly prohibited!"

The disciples respectfully agreed, their expressions varied—some excited, some nervous, some indifferent, and some sneer—as they filed toward the prison gate, their figures swallowed up by the darkness one after another.

Yun Weiyang followed the crowd at a leisurely pace, ignoring Yan Qihui's nonsense.

In each of the openings of the Demon Abyss by the Ten Directions Demon Path, at most three people have emerged, and at least none have made it out. In their struggle for the Heavenly Demon Eye, the Ten Directions Demon Path has been fighting amongst themselves, and no one has had time to care about anything else. Yun Weiyang also doesn't believe that the other disciples of the Nine Nether Sect who entered the Demon Abyss have any ability to leave; they are too weak.

Yan Qihui looked at Yun Weiyang, stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes sparkling.

Nong Tingshi remained expressionless, his gaze lingering on Yun Weiyang for a moment before shifting away.

Li Qinghe watched Yun Weiyang gradually disappear through the prison gates, pursed her lips, tapped her fingers twice on the hilt of her sword, and then released it.

Yin Xuanling watched Yun Weiyang's figure disappear into the darkness, a cruel look on her face and a bloodthirsty look in her eyes.

Before my eyes, a pure white expanse bloomed, dazzlingly white, boundless and limitless. In the white light, a dark path stretched infinitely forward, like a black thread embroidered on white silk.

Yun Weiyang walked along the path, surrounded by an empty room. All the fellow disciples who had entered the prison gate with him had vanished, as if separated by this endless pure white expanse, each entering their own entrance.

The path was long, seemingly endless. Yun Weiyang moved forward at a leisurely pace, her white robe fluttering gently in the wind.

The white light before her eyes grew brighter and brighter, more and more intense, as if she were walking in the core of the sun. Finally, the light transformed into a ball of blazing white flame, engulfing Yun Weiyang entirely.

The scattered lights before her eyes coalesced again, and Yun Weiyang opened her eyes.

He had arrived at a barren hill. The hill was not high, and its circumference was no more than a hundred feet. It was covered with countless graves, most of which had collapsed into pits. A few fallen tombstones were stuck crookedly in the soil, and the inscriptions on them had been blurred by wind and rain. Withered grass swayed on the graves, and a few crows stood on the tombstones, tilting their heads and sizing up this uninvited guest.

Yun Weiyang looked at the burial mound before him with a calm expression. This was the Demon Abyss, but the place where he landed looked rather desolate.

A chilling wind swept in from behind, icy cold and carrying the stench of decay.

A ghostly figure appeared behind Yun Weiyang. It was thin as a bamboo pole, dressed in tattered black clothes, with a hunched back and a face covered in fine black scales. Its face was ferocious like a demon, with several curved horns on its head and five scarlet claws like five short swords, which silently stabbed towards Yun Weiyang's back.

Clang!

The tremolo of the strings echoed in the void, and five scarlet claws stopped just inches from Yun Weiyang's back, unable to advance any further.

Countless thin, transparent threads, as fine as hair, appeared in the air, layer upon layer, tightly binding the ghost's entire body, like a flying insect caught in a spider web.

Yun Weiyang slowly turned around, looked at the fierce ghost behind her, and raised an eyebrow.

"Ghosts? They seem somewhat different from the vengeful spirits of Tianyuan Kyushu."

The ghosts of Tianyuan Jiuzhou generally retain their appearance from when they were alive, unless they embark on the path of ghost cultivation as souls after death, in which case their appearance will change. The vengeful ghost in front of Yun Weiyang has no cultivation at all, only a strong yin energy in its body.

This vengeful ghost has grown scales and horns, and its physical structure is different from that of humans, as if it is transforming from a ghost into some kind of unknown monster.

Yun Weiyang flicked her index finger, and invisible ripples spread out, with more threads spreading out in the void, binding the vengeful ghost even tighter.

The vengeful ghost let out a hoarse roar, its body struggling violently, but it couldn't move an inch. With a thud, it fell heavily in front of Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang squatted down and placed her right hand on the top of the vengeful ghost's head. A flash of eerie light appeared, and the vengeful ghost's body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed like a sand sculpture, turning into countless gray-white light spots and dissipating.