Chapter 1022 Yin Sovereign

Combined with the boundless starry river beyond the celestial realm, they formed the infinite cosmos they inhabited.

All the Dao Ancestors and Immortal Sages of the celestial realm were born either within the 3 1000 Celestial Domains or the 30-6 Heavens.

Only the Eighteenth Level of the Netherworld Hell has yet to see the birth of a single Immortal Saint.

It was precisely for this reason that most immortals regarded the Round Nether Hell with an air of lofty condescension.

Even a Ghost Immortal comparable to the Celestial beings of the 9 Heavens, or the ruler of a Netherworld realm, would generally prioritize harmony when facing true Immortals, unwilling to provoke them lightly.

Eldrin had initially held some measure of disdain, yet upon setting foot in this Abyssal Netherworld himself, he faintly sensed something amiss.

"This Netherworld is boundless and vast, so in principle, it should be capable of nurturing world-shaking powerhouses."

"Yet within this Circular Nether, the laws of heaven and earth seemed somewhat anomalous."

Sensing the power of the heavenly laws, Eldrin felt an inexplicable intuition stirring within him.

In the faint whispers of perception, he sensed that the endless Netherrealm seemed incomplete, far less whole than the celestial realm, and even appeared to lack something compared to grand worlds like the Violet Realm.

However, Eldrin had only reached the Ascension Realm, and his comprehension of the cosmic laws remained insufficient. He could sense that something was missing in the Round Abyss, yet struggled to grasp its exact nature. "Though the Round Abyss stands as 1 of the cosmic poles, the 3 1000 immortal domains stretch into boundless infinity, and beyond the heavens lie the 30-3 layered skies."

By comparison, the Netherworld only possesses the 18 Hells. Could there be some connection between them?

Eldrin murmured softly, then after a long while, shook his head.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided to set it aside for now. He vaguely sensed that once his cultivation reached a certain realm, he would naturally comprehend the peculiarities of this Nether Script.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he retrieved the Netherwrite Map gifted by Qian Xuande. After a brief moment of calculation, he ventured deeper into the Abyssal Depths.

Venturing into the underworld, Eldrin sought to locate Qian Xuande’s close friend and assist several revered seniors from bygone days in reincarnating. Unaware of how long he had been flying, Eldrin arrived before a dimly lit city and quietly came to a halt.

It was a city of profound darkness, within which marched tens of thousands of spectral soldiers and ghostly generals, while countless souls strode ceaselessly through its gates. Before the city's entrance stood towering gates inscribed with 2 formidable characters: 'Night'.

Netherghast Abode...

Gazing at the city before him, Eldrin’s eyes steadied with resolve.

Qian Xuande introduced Eldrin to a friend, who was none other than the 'Lord of Lunar Nether' from the Realm of Circular Darkness—a Netherghost Immortal who had established his own underworld domain.

This Nethergloom Ghost Realm was the domain of the Nethergloom Underworld Lord. "Which esteemed immortal honors me with your presence? I have failed to greet you properly—a 1000 pardons."

As Eldrin was lost in thought, a figure emerged from the depths of the Netherdark Ghost Manor.

The figure wore the Crown of the Nether Sovereign, draped in an imperial robe of deepest black embroidered with coiling dragons. An overwhelming tide of nether energy radiated from his form, yet it carried an aura of transcendent majesty beyond mortal realms.

Ghost Immortal.

At the first glance of the newcomer, a faint flicker passed through Eldrin's eyes.

The figure before him possessed cultivation at the late-stage Ghost Immortal realm, yet the threat he posed to Eldrin felt surprisingly negligible—even seemingly weaker than that of a Void Refinement Immortal.

A ghost immortal lacks a physical immortal body, cultivating only the path of the soul. They are incapable of wielding treasures of pure Yang nature, making their strength considerably inferior to that of immortals of the same tier.

This is precisely why Immortals hold a transcendent status, enabling them to roam freely through the Nether Abyss.

Eldrin (Person Name) understood implicitly after 1 glance at this individual—apart from the Netherworld Ancestor who had transcended the Earth Immortal realm, likely none of the ghost immortals within these nether realms could harm him.

At that thought, Eldrin felt slightly reassured and calmly inquired, “Might I ask if you are the Lord of Hidden Night?” “Indeed, it is I.”

The Nether Yin Sovereign nodded and immediately admitted.

Seeing this, Eldrin smiled faintly and produced the token and letter given by Qian Xuande. "My Daoist name is Guicheng. I was referred by Fellow Daoist Qian Xuande of Greenrock Island, and I've come seeking your assistance."

"So you are a friend of Brother Qian."

After examining the token and letter, Yin Jun (Person Name) broke into a smile and promptly stepped aside, gesturing warmly. "Since you're a friend of my old acquaintance, Fellow Daoist, please come in for a conversation."

Eldrin nodded and followed the Lord of Gloom together.

The 2 entered a grand hall, where the Lord of Netherdark personally brewed a cup of tea for Eldrin. "Esteemed Immortal, please sample this tea," he offered.

"Oh."

Eldrin's eyes flickered slightly as he immediately picked up the teacup. Within it, a shadowy flower had bloomed, its petals swirling with faint traces of pure Yin energy.

He took a delicate sip, and a bone-chilling yet mellow fragrance flowed down his throat.

Immediately after, a refreshing coolness suffused his body, rising straight into his spiritual consciousness and causing his immortal embryo to grow slightly.

"Excellent tea."

Moments later, Eldrin opened his eyes, a sudden gleam flickering within them as he said.

Lord Yuanye smiled faintly, stroking his beard as he remarked, "This Soul-Nourishing Tea is a specialty of Yuanming Realm. It can fortify a cultivator's spiritual soul, and when consumed during breakthrough attempts, it reduces the peril of Qi Deviation."

"However, this tea gathers pure Yin energy to grow, and can only be found in the Netherworld—neither the mortal realm nor the celestial realm holds its trace."

"If you desire it, Fellow Daoist, this Lord can bestow some upon you, allowing you to bring a portion back with you."

Eldrin felt a stirring of interest. This tea could not be found anywhere in the immortal realms, and even for an immortal, it held considerable benefits. He couldn't help but be tempted.

However, the 2 were not well acquainted, and it seemed inappropriate to accept a gift for no reason. Thus, he smiled and said, "I feel unworthy of such a gift. Why don’t I offer some Immortal Yuan to purchase a few things instead?"

In the end, Eldrin expended 10 units of Immortal Origin to purchase half a pound of Soul-Nourishing Tea from the Lord of Hidden Night. Seeing the successful sale of the Soul-Nourishing Tea, the Lord of Hidden Night revealed a faint smile. While this tea had vanished from the mortal realm, it was by no means rare in the depths of the Netherworld.

It would be quite a gain for him to exchange it for a sum of Immortal Origin, considering how scarce Immortal Origin was even in the Netherwrite Realm.

Having successfully concluded the transaction, the Melodious Night Yin Lord inquired with evident satisfaction, "I presume Your Excellency has ventured into this Nether Joyous Hell to assist someone in transcending their heavenly tribulation."

"Precisely so."

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod, then drew from his sleeve the Dao Ruins Sword (Magic Treasure), the incomplete Vast Radiance Heaven Sword (Magic Treasure), the broken Long River Sunset Scroll (Magic Treasure), and the Green Leaf Sword (Magic Treasure).

The Lord of Netherdark Night examined each item 1 by 1, his brow furrowing slightly. He first pointed at the Sword of Returning Abyss (Dao Domain).

"This immortal sword contains the fragmented soul of an immortal, making reincarnation a simple matter." "But the remaining 2 Pure Yang spiritual treasures..."

Lord Nethergloom of the Eternal Night pondered briefly before taking the Long River Sunset Scroll. "Though this scroll contains a faint trace of lingering soul," he remarked, "it appears to have been ravaged by the power of a demonic deity. Restoring it would prove exceedingly difficult."

"This incomplete immortal sword is no exception. To guide it through reincarnation would likely be an endeavor of 10 1000 hardships."

Eldrin overheard the exchange, his expression turning profoundly grave.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath before asking, "Might I inquire if the Nether Lord possesses any method to facilitate their reincarnation?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

Yin Jun shook his head and sighed, "Only a wisp of their souls remains. To reincarnate, their divine souls must first be restored to a certain degree."

To restore their souls, however, the aid of the Soul-Gathering Bell (Magic Treasure) is required.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his breath misting in the chill air. Before him stood the dilapidated entrance to the outer sect archives, a place forgotten by time and ambition. "1 100 years had passed since the Great Sundering," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper against the howling wind. "And yet here I remain, a mere Qi Refinement stage outer disciple." His fingers traced the faint characters carved into the weathered stone pillar: "For those who seek the Dao, even 10 1000 years are but a moment." The inscription, once vibrant with spiritual energy, now seemed as faded as his own prospects. Suddenly, a crisp notification echoed in his mind: [Ding! Host has met activation requirements] [Supreme Dao System binding... 10%... 50%... 100%] [Binding complete] Lin Feng's eyes widened. "System?" [Welcome, Host. Detected cultivation base: Qi Refinement 5th Layer] [Initializing mission: Sort the outer sect archives] [Reward: 1,000 spirit stones, Basic Sword Art Manual] A bitter smile touched his lips. Even this mysterious system recognized his lowly status. Still, the reward of 1,000 spirit stones represented more wealth than he'd seen in his entire decade at the Verdant Cloud Sect. As he pushed open the creaking door, dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing through broken roof tiles. The air within was thick with the smell of aged parchment and neglect. Shelves stretched into the darkness, crammed with bamboo scrolls and jade slips containing cultivation methods long abandoned. "20-some years I've walked the path of cultivation," he whispered, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness. "And what have I to show for it?" [New sub-mission discovered: Restore the Flame Python Manual (Incomplete)] [Time limit: 3 days] [Reward: 5,000 spirit stones, Low-grade Healing Pill x3] His heart quickened. 5 1000 spirit stones! With that amount, he could finally purchase the Foundation Establishment Pill he desperately needed. But the Flame Python Manual? That was a middle-grade fire attribute technique lost centuries ago during the sect's internal conflict. As he reached for a crumbling scroll, his system interface flickered: [Warning: Host's spiritual roots detected as inferior mixed attribute] [Suggestion: Consume 10,000 spirit stones to purify spiritual roots] Lin Feng's breath caught. 10 1000 spirit stones might as well be 10 million for someone like him. Countless disciples with poor aptitudes had washed out of the sect over the years, their dreams of immortality shattered against the unyielding reality of talent requirements. "Senior Brother Lin?" A clear voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to find a young female disciple standing at the entrance, her green robes marking her as an inner sect member. In her hands she carried a stack of new jade slips. "The sect leader has ordered these to be archived," she said, her eyes curious as they took in his patched clothing. "They're basic cultivation methods for new disciples." Lin Feng nodded, accepting the slips. As their fingers brushed, the system chimed again: [Target detected: Su Ling (Inner Sect Disciple)] [Cultivation: Foundation Establishment 2nd Layer] [Compatibility assessment: High] "Thank you, Junior Sister Su," he managed, his voice steady despite the sudden racing of his heart. She smiled briefly before turning to leave, her movements graceful and infused with spiritual energy. He watched her go, the scent of plum blossoms trailing in her wake. Alone again in the dusty archives, Lin Feng clenched his fists. The system represented hope - a chance to change his destiny. With countless scrolls waiting to be restored and missions to complete, perhaps even someone with inferior spiritual roots could touch the hem of the Great Dao. The mountain wind howled outside, but for the first time in years, Lin Feng felt a spark of warmth kindle within his chest.