This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 414: Chapter 41 The Voice in the Netherworld

“The Netherworld Prison Master?” Lu Qingshan repeated this unusual sounding name.

“He who governs the cycle of life and death, the will of the Netherworld Prison Master is like a measuring rod.

You are not yet at the time of reincarnation, having merely strayed into the Netherworld.

Thus, even if the Netherworld Prison Master is unwilling to assist you, he will not make things difficult for you at that time,” Qin Yitian explained.

“Where should we look for him?” Lu Qingshan’s eyebrows slightly raised as he asked again.

“When a person dies, their soul returns to Mount Tai.

Originating from Mount Tai, the Waters of Wangchuan indicate that the Netherworld Prison Master resides above Mount Tai.

In the entire Netherworld, there is nothing but the vast river of Oblivion and Mount Tai itself.

You merely need to follow the current upwards, and upon reaching the source, Mount Tai will reveal itself,” said Qin Yitian.

Lu Qingshan glanced down at the vast river.

The waters of Oblivion surged and roared, day in and day out, year in and year out, ceaselessly flowing within it.

Lu Qingshan’s gaze followed the direction from which the Waters of Wangchuan came, drifting far away.

The water merged with the sky in one color.

There was no end in sight.

The legendary Mount Tai was of unknown distance.

“Yitian,” Lu Qingshan called out.

“Hmm?” Qin Yitian gave a light exclamation.

“How do you know so much?” Lu Qingshan asked curiously.

The Netherworld is a different world from the Human Realm.

In his past life, he had reached the Integration Realm and, despite having access to the vast database called the forum, he had never heard of the Netherworld.

Yet Qin Yitian seemed to understand the Netherworld so well.

“These things seem to be etched in my memory, hard to erase, but I only know of them, why I’m not quite sure, the specific reason should belong to the part of my memory that is sealed,” Qin Yitian did not hide anything from Lu Qingshan.

“But I know, as your cultivation improves, one day all these memories will be unsealed, and all the answers to your curiosity will be revealed.”

“So, young master, you need to improve your cultivation as soon as possible,” Qin Yitian said softly: “Although you are already progressing quickly.”

“I will,” Lu Qingshan nodded in assurance.

Feeling his own vitality weaken another degree during his brief exchange with Qin Yitian, Lu Qingshan’s heart tightened.

“We must hurry.”

With only ten days’ time, they needed to find the Netherworld Prison Master first, and then locate a suitable Netherworld Barrier. The journey was undoubtedly very tight.

Lu Qingshan’s figure soared, breaking through the dusky sea of clouds with Sword Control.

Like a swimming dragon, he quickly flew towards the source of the Oblivion.

….

Within another sea of clouds.

A mysterious painting hung in the air, with the Origin Demon seated upon it.

The dense Netherworld Death Qi was crazily pouring into his body.

Unlike Lu Qingshan who was forced to receive the Netherworld Death Qi, the Origin Demon actively absorbed it.

Because the Cultivation Technique he practiced originated from the Netherworld, using the Netherworld Death Qi as the source of everything.

Arriving at this place, he was like a fish in water, feeling no discomfort at all.

As he continued to absorb the Netherworld Death Qi, the fierce Sword Intent that had lingered stubbornly on his physical body was finally beginning to dissipate.

Sensing his injuries improving, the Origin Demon revealed a sinister smile.

If the Netherworld was water, and he was the fish, then Lu Qingshan and Ji Chuan were fierce tigers; no matter how ferocious, they wouldn’t last long in water and were bound to drown eventually.

“You forced my hand,” the Origin Demon murmured.

Though he was brutal, he had not yet resorted to treachery at will.

If he had any choice, he truly wouldn’t want to use such a lethal move, forcibly dragging the disciples of the Sword Sect into trouble, thereby offending the Sword Sect.

But with his life on the line, he couldn’t care too much.

….

On the other side, known as the Path Illuminated by Fire, were the Sea of Flowers on the Other Shore.

After being swept up by the vast river waters involved in the Crossing Worlds Technique, Ji Chuan’s first reaction was to tightly embrace Qiu Shiyin, who had been pulled to his side.

Even though she was now just a corpse.

But in his heart, his strike, in severing Qiu Shiyin’s life, also severed her evil deeds and her identity as the Extradition Envoy.

From that moment on, Qiu Shiyin was just the young female thief he first met.

He had to protect Qiu Shiyin’s corpse.

Then, it was an endless fall.

Until he entered the Netherworld.

A repulsive force emerged out of thin air, like the buoyancy in water, preventing his continuous descent.

But this repulsive force did not act upon Qiu Shiyin’s corpse.

Ji Chuan, holding Qiu Shiyin tightly, was like embracing a stone sinking in a river; the stone’s gravity neutralized the repulsive force that had emerged out of nowhere, taking Ji Chuan with it as he continued to plummet downward.

Fortunately, their landing spot was not the vast river but the shore’s sea of other shore flowers. @@novelbin@@

After falling into the sea of other shore flowers, those blooming blood-red blooms seemed to come to life, shimmering with radiance, furiously emitting specks of red light, completely enveloping the two of them.

The other shore flower, also known as the soul-inducing flower, can guide the soul of the living.

Among those vibrant red other shore flowers, there was one slowly losing its crimson color, transforming into a pure white.

That was the manjusaka that beckoned Qiu Shiyin’s soul to life.

Those who see this flower will be purged of evil.

….

Elsewhere, Lu Qingshan had already hurriedly traveled for an entire day.

All along the way, the scenery around him had always been the same, with heaven and earth immersed in silence.

This was actually a very torturous thing.

“Why is the Netherworld so quiet?” Lu Qingshan wondered, “As the land of reincarnation, shouldn’t it also be quite bustling?”

“It is bustling,” Qin Yitian said, “In the river, there are countless souls screaming shrilly, reaching out their hands to you, wanting to call you down to join them.”

“Why can’t I see anything or hear anything?” Lu Qingshan glanced down; indeed, there was still only a constantly flowing river, nothing else, and it was hard to imagine that the river was actually full of souls.

“Because they are dead, and you, Master, are someone very much alive,” Qin Yitian explained matter-of-factly, “Under normal circumstances, the living naturally cannot see the dead, or else there wouldn’t be such thing as seeing ghosts in the world.”

“Then why can you see them?” Lu Qingshan asked.

“I am a sword, Master,” Qin Yitian replied.

“What you say makes sense,” Lu Qingshan pondered and praised.

“Thank you,” Qin Yitian said demurely.

“It seems we are about to arrive,” Lu Qingshan looked up again, gazing toward the distance, and finally a different scenery came into view.

In the dim and hazy distance, he could faintly make out a vast mountain so high it seemed to touch the sky, the mountain itself was the same dusky yellow color as the Waters of Wangchuan.

Yellow for the Netherworld, this dull yellow is the primary motif of the Netherworld.

In the Netherworld, other than the Oblivion river, only Mount Tai remains.

Thus, this vast mountain was where Lu Qingshan’s destination lay.

The most dreaded aspect of traveling is not the distance itself but not knowing how much further one has to go.

Upon seeing the silhouette of Mount Tai, Lu Qingshan, whose spirit was somewhat languid, immediately perked up.

He sped up, continuing to advance.

A watched pot never boils.

Thus, Lu Qingshan continued his journey on sword control for yet another day before he gradually neared the foothills of Mount Tai.

Mount Tai was truly massive; up close, it was like a giant wall separating heaven and earth, obscuring the entire sky.

Suddenly, Lu Qingshan’s expression changed.

For in this silent world of the Netherworld, he heard some very eerie noises.

Indistinct and vague, not very clear.

But upon closer listening, it seemed a bit like the howls and roars of some beasts.

Yet, listening again, it felt as if the sound seemed somewhat soft?

Not like any fierce beast.

“Did you hear that?” Lu Qingshan asked.

“I heard it; it sounds a bit like a wolf’s howl,” Qin Yitian said obediently.

Suddenly, Qin Yitian exclaimed softly, “Master, how can you hear it? Could it be?!”

Lu Qingshan realized the implications of Qin Yitian’s words and said irritably, “I’m not dead, I’m perfectly alive.”

“Then how can Master hear the sound of the Netherworld…” Qin Yitian’s voice trailed off, sounding a little aggrieved.

“This means that this sound is not emanating from the dead,” Lu Qingshan said to Qin Yitian, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Let’s go see what is making this noise.”

Lu Qingshan headed toward the source of the sound,

The noise was emanating precisely from the foot of Mount Tai.

So even if he did not intend to check it out, he could not bypass it.

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