Han Shanyue silently turned the helm.
By now, everyone from Daxia was used to it.
Whether something was contaminated no longer mattered.
What mattered was whether it was valuable.
Of course, His Majesty would say that this was to prevent resources from falling into the hands of the eldritch beings.
Not long afterward.
The Daxia spirit vessel descended into a charred-black valley.
Half of a troop transport ship from the Golden Palace Holy Land was embedded diagonally in the mountainside. Its hull had been torn open, spilling large quantities of Gengjin ore, crates of spirit stones, and damaged battle armor across the ground.
A dozen Golden Palace disciples were gathered around the wreckage, struggling to hold off a group of rotting-corpse eldritch creatures.
When they saw the Daxia spirit vessel, their faces lit up.
“His Majesty of Daxia!”
“Please, save us!”
Wang Hao raised a hand.
The eighth level of the Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower opened.
A thunder phoenix burst forth, sweeping across the valley in a blaze of violet-red lightning.
The rotting-corpse eldritch creatures were reduced to ashes in droves.
Although the New Emperor Sword had yet to fully recover, it could at least fly out and finish off the stragglers.
As it gnawed on the cores of the rotting corpses, it muttered, “Low-grade ingredients.”
“Not as chewy as a level-ten eldritch eye.”
Wang Hao said coldly, “You still want to eat?”
The New Emperor Sword immediately fell silent.
The Golden Palace disciples had narrowly escaped death and were moved to tears with gratitude.
“Thank you, Your Majesty!”
Wang Hao nodded.
“No need.”
“We are fellow fighters against the eldritch. We should naturally help one another.”
The Golden Palace disciples were just about to continue thanking him when they saw Yin Jiuyou, Xue Wuhen, and a squad of Daxia warriors charging into the wreckage of the troop transport with practiced efficiency.
They began hauling away crates, prying up armor plates, and dismantling the formation core.
The Golden Palace disciples’ expressions froze.
“Your Majesty, this…”
Wang Hao sighed.
“The eldritch energy contamination is severe.”
“I shall dispose of it for you.”
One of the Golden Palace disciples pointed at a perfectly intact crate of Gengjin ore.
“But that crate isn’t contaminated.”
Wang Hao glanced at it.
“Look more closely.”
The disciple lowered his head.
Suddenly, a wisp of black vapor drifted over and landed on the crate.
The disciple looked up and saw the Demon Lord standing expressionlessly beside Wang Hao.
The Demon Lord fell silent as well.
He had already grown too tired to argue.
After all, once you used eldritch energy as a scapegoat, you could use it ten times just as easily as once.
The Golden Palace disciple’s lips trembled.
“It’s contaminated now.”
Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.
“Young man, your eyesight is excellent.”
The disciple nearly burst into tears.
They had just been robbed by the eldritch creatures.
Now they were being robbed again through a “rescue operation” by Daxia.
The worst part was that they still had to offer their thanks.
Without Wang Hao, they really would have died.
The people of Daxia quickly emptied the wreckage.
Before leaving, Wang Hao even gave the Golden Palace disciples several bottles of healing pills.
Although those pills had also just been taken from the Golden Palace ship.
When Wang Hao handed them over, he spoke with profound sincerity.
“Only by staying alive can you have hope.”
The Golden Palace disciples stared at the bottles from their own sect, their eyes reddening.
“His Majesty is truly righteous.”
Yin Jiuyou felt embarrassed even listening to it.
Of course, that embarrassment lasted only for an instant.
The next moment, he pried off a Gengjin armor plate from the stern and carried it away as well.
The spirit vessel resumed its journey.
As it continued northward, the heavens and earth grew increasingly cold and bleak.
The direction chosen by Ji Wushang led toward an ancient forbidden zone in the northern reaches of Central Continent.
It was called the Burial Yin Plains.
According to legend, it had once been a battlefield where countless ancient powerhouses had been buried.
The remains of innumerable experts lay dormant underground, and many high-level eldritch beings had once been sealed there.
Under normal circumstances, the various Holy Lands would take turns sending people to guard the place and prevent the yin energy from leaking out.
But Central Continent was now in chaos, and the forces stationed there had long since been transferred to the main battlefield.
To Ji Wushang, the Burial Yin Plains were a natural place to recover.
Corpse bones.
Yin energy.
Resentment.
Eldritch remnants.
And even branch tombs belonging to the ancestral mausoleums of certain Holy Lands.
All of them were nourishment.
The intelligence-sign-in system trembled once more.
[Intelligence updated: Ji Wushang is heading toward the Burial Yin Plains.]
[Deep within the Burial Yin Plains lies the “Myriad Corpses Yin Spring,” which can accelerate the recovery of his eldritch eye.]
[If Ji Wushang completes his recovery, he will once again enter the level-ten eldritch war form and carry out a vengeful reckoning against the remaining twelve Holy Lands.]
[Special sign-in location refreshed: the Soul-Severing Stele at the outskirts of the Burial Yin Plains.]
Wang Hao’s eyes narrowed.
A sign-in location.
That meant something was there.
And it was very likely something capable of influencing the balance of the situation.
He looked north.
Black clouds pressed down upon the land.
In the distant horizon, a massive stone stele appeared and disappeared through the gloom, resembling a tombstone thrust into the entrance to the underworld.
Yin Jiuyou saw it as well, and his face paled.
“Your Majesty, the yin energy there is terrifyingly heavy.”
“Even someone who cultivates yin arts like me feels cold.”
The Demon Lord said solemnly, “The Burial Yin Plains are no benevolent place.”
“It is said that beings who surpassed the Transcendence Realm were once buried there.”
Wang Hao raised his brows slightly.
“Beyond Transcendence?”
The Demon Lord nodded.
“Only a legend.”
“But it is enough to show how dangerous that place is.”
Han Shanyue said, “Your Majesty, the Central Continent coalition will certainly fight Ji Wushang again outside the Burial Yin Plains.”
“Should we continue keeping to the sidelines?”
Wang Hao did not answer immediately.
He weighed the situation carefully.
His injuries had yet to heal.
The New Emperor Sword was still digesting the origin of the eldritch eye.
The violet thunder dragon on the ninth level of the Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower could be used only once more.
The protection granted by the willpower of the people could still block one full-strength attack from a peak Martial God Realm expert, but against Ji Wushang, it would be of limited use.
Entering the depths of the Burial Yin Plains rashly would be extremely dangerous.
But the sign-in location was right there.
If he could obtain a crucial item from it, perhaps he could gain another advantage in his next confrontation with Ji Wushang.
More importantly, Ji Wushang had already made the twelve Holy Lands his primary targets for vengeance.
This was the perfect time for him to fish in troubled waters.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Hao slowly said, “Approach the Soul-Severing Stele.”
“Do not enter the core of the Burial Yin Plains.”
Yin Jiuyou let out a sigh of relief.
“His Majesty is wise.”
Wang Hao glanced at him.
“Are you afraid of death?”
Yin Jiuyou answered frankly, “I fear death, which is precisely why I can better judge what places are dangerous for Your Majesty.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Reasonable.”
“From now on, you will be in charge of early warnings based on fear.”
Yin Jiuyou fell silent.
It was not a particularly impressive-sounding position.
But it did seem perfectly suited to him.
Ahead, the Central Continent coalition had already pursued Ji Wushang to the outskirts of the Burial Yin Plains.
Ji Wushang stopped.
Not because he could run no farther.
But because he had arrived.
Black mist churned across the Burial Yin Plains. Broken weapons and white bones were scattered across the earth.
Ancient coffins were half-buried in the mud.
Some of them were still trembling faintly, the sound of fingernails scraping against their lids coming from within.
Ji Wushang stood at the entrance to the plains and turned to look at the coalition forces pursuing him.
Blood continued to stream from his damaged eldritch eye.
But there was no fear in his gaze.
Only venom and indifference.
The battle standards of the twelve Holy Lands unfurled in the distance.
The experts of Thunder Extremity, Lunar, Blood Lotus, Sword Mound, and the other Holy Lands wore grim expressions, yet they had no choice but to stand at the front.
There was no alternative.
Ji Wushang had named them personally.
If they retreated, all of Central Continent would say that the Holy Lands were cowardly.
More importantly, if they failed to stop him now, then once Ji Wushang recovered, their mountain gates would be destroyed.
The Thunder Zenith Ancestor held the Thunder Ancestor’s Remnant Bone in his hand and said in a deep voice, “We cannot let it enter the depths of the Burial Yin Plains.”
“Otherwise, all our previous efforts will be wasted.”
The Lord of Lunar Shade said coldly, “Everyone, stop holding back.”
“If we continue hiding our strength, we will all die together.”
The Blood Lotus Ancestor gritted his teeth.
“I still have a Blood Lotus Slaughter Formation.”
“I had intended to save it to protect the sect.”
The Sword Ruins Patriarch sneered.
“Protect the sect?”
“Once Ji Wushang recovers, you won’t even have a mountain left.”
The Blood Lotus Ancestor’s face darkened.
“The same goes for Sword Mound.”
The crowd fell silent.
The words were crude, but the truth behind them was undeniable.
For the first time, the twelve Holy Lands clearly realized that they had been forced into a corner.
And the person who had pushed them there was very likely watching the spectacle from somewhere nearby.
At that thought, the same idea surfaced in the hearts of several Holy Lords.
If they ever caught that black-robed man, they would chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs.
Above the Burial Yin Plains…
Ji Wushang suddenly spoke.
“You…”
“Think that because… you injured…”
“You can kill me?”
Its voice was broken and halting, yet it carried a terrifying pressure.
“The Holy Lands…”
“Very good…”
“I’ll remember… your scent…”
“When I return…”
“The Twelve Holy Lands…”
“All… food…”
Boom!
As soon as it finished speaking, the strange domain behind it suddenly spread open.
Countless ancient coffins within the Burial Yin Plain exploded simultaneously.
Corpse aura surged into the sky.
One after another, strange shadows that had lain dormant for countless years awoke with piercing shrieks.
Deep within the plain, the Ten Thousand Corpses Yin Spring churned, beating beneath the earth like a rotten star.
Ji Wushang turned and took a single step into the black mist of the Burial Yin Plain.
The experts of the Twelve Holy Lands roared in unison.
“Stop it!”
The Thunder Ancestor’s Remnant Bone unleashed ten thousand zhang of lightning.
The ancient Lunar Mirror shot out silver-white crescent blades.
The Blood Lotus Killing Array spread open, its sea of blood swallowing the heavens.
The hundred thousand broken swords of the Sword Mound transformed into a sword dragon.
The Mountain-River Ancestral Vein’s dragon spear tore the earth apart.
The Boundless Light Lamp burned through the void.
All of the Holy Lands’ hidden reserves struck simultaneously at Ji Wushang’s retreating figure.
Ji Wushang did not completely evade the attacks.
It took half of them head-on, causing large swaths of black blood to erupt from its strange body once more.
Yet, using the force of the impact, it plunged even faster into the depths of the black mist.
Just before it vanished completely, that one remaining, mutilated strange eye looked back.
Its gaze swept across the Twelve Holy Lands.
It also swept over the Great Xia spirit vessel hidden behind the distant clouds.
Wang Hao’s heart turned cold.
He knew Ji Wushang had not truly forgotten him.
It was simply putting the Holy Lands first for now.
Ji Wushang’s voice drifted out from the depths of the Burial Yin Plain.
Like a curse.
Like an oath.
“The Holy Lands…”
“Die first…”
“Wang Hao…”
“Be eaten… later…”
Aboard the Great Xia spirit vessel, everyone turned to look at Wang Hao in unison.
The corner of Yin Jiuyou’s mouth twitched.
“Your Majesty, it still remembers you.”
Wang Hao remained expressionless.
“That means I left a deep impression.”
New Emperor Sword said softly, “Master, that impression doesn’t seem particularly friendly.”
Wang Hao replied flatly, “It doesn’t matter.”
“The Sixteen Holy Lands—no, the Twelve Holy Lands now—can hold it off first.”
“By the time it finishes eating the Holy Lands and comes looking for me, I may already be stronger.”
The Demon Lord looked at him.
“What if the Holy Lands can’t hold out?”
Wang Hao looked toward the Soul-Severing Stele at the edge of the Burial Yin Plain.
The black mist surged like a tide, while the shadow of the stele loomed like a mountain.
His gaze deepened.
“That’s why we can’t rely solely on the Holy Lands.”
“We’ll also have to rely on My Majesty’s luck.”
Yin Jiuyou froze.
“Luck?”
Wang Hao offered no explanation.
He raised a hand and waved.
“Great Xia spirit vessel, approach the Soul-Severing Stele.”
“Everyone, conceal your auras.”
“Ji Wushang is recovering.”
“The Holy Lands are fighting for their lives.”
“We’ll lie low.”
Everyone: “…”
This was clearly a life-and-death battle.
Yet the moment His Majesty put it that way, it sounded as if they were simply stopping by a market and picking up some free benefits along the way.
But no one objected.
They had long since witnessed that Wang Hao’s so-called “stopping by” often led to earth-shaking events.
The spirit vessel quietly descended, avoiding both the main formation of the allied forces and the Holy Lands’ sight as it drew closer to the Soul-Severing Stele.
The closer they came, the heavier the yin aura grew.
Black frost condensed across the deck.
Some of the lower-level Great Xia martial artists turned pale. It seemed as though they could hear the whispers of countless dead souls in their ears.
Han Shanyue spread open a mountain of blood and qi, shielding everyone.
The Demon Lord released demonic qi to counter the yin aura.
New Emperor Sword, meanwhile, shrank behind Wang Hao.
“Master, there’s something beneath this stele.”
Wang Hao nodded.
He had sensed it as well.
The Soul-Severing Stele was no ordinary stone monument.
It was like a nail.
An ancient sealing nail that pinned down the entrance to the Burial Yin Plain.
But after the passage of countless years, the seal had loosened.
After Ji Wushang entered, whatever lay within had also been awakened.
Wang Hao stood before the stele.
The Sign-In Intelligence System trembled violently.
[Special sign-in location detected: Outskirts of the Burial Yin Plain — Soul-Severing Stele.]
[Sign in?]
Wang Hao did not hesitate.
“Sign in.”
The next moment.
Beneath the Soul-Severing Stele, the black mist suddenly reversed and surged upward.
It was as if an eye that had slept for countless ages was slowly opening beneath the earth.
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