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Chapter 430: Chapter 429: Little Yuli Retracts a Blessing

Chapter 429: Little Yuli Retracts a Blessing

Luo Wusheng felt a sudden clarity.

’So this is how the Netherkin hidden within the Royal City communicates...’

He looked around at the chaotic, star-filled space within his vision, then at the other glowing points.

No one seemed to notice the "foreign object" that he himself had become.

It looked as if he had turned into a star-point too.

With that thought, his gaze shifted to the three largest and brightest stars in the void.

Netherkin race Divine Transformation realm experts?

’The crimson star’s voice belongs to that black flood dragon. I never felt its presence this vividly before... Is it because the state of a nether soul is special? Or was the Immortal Aura shielding me from this pressure yesterday?’

It was probably the former. After all, that thing was acting inside the Royal City; it couldn’t possibly unleash the full might of a Divine Transformation realm cultivator at all times. That would be nothing short of courting death.

Even so, the oppressive might of a true Divine Transformation realm expert made his scalp tingle.

It was hard to reconcile this terrifying aura with the black flood dragon he’d seen just the day before.

’As for the other two stars... the green aura is the weakest, the earthy one slightly stronger, but not by much.’

’They’re likely the other Divine Transformation realm experts sent to counter the Immortal Nation’s own.’

Drawing on fragments of the "original work," Luo Wusheng tried to piece things together.

The details of the Netherkin involved in this uprising were scarce.

Aside from the new Netherking, the source material had barely mentioned any of them.

After all, during this arc Little Yuli’s level wasn’t high enough to touch that realm of power, and the story couldn’t let her steal the spotlight.

’In any case, the Netherkin side is only strong enough to be handled by the current Immortal Nation.’

’No matter how fierce, one strike of the Daoist Sect Master Nine-Heavens Divine Thunder would be the end of them...’

Luo Wusheng organized his thoughts carefully, hardly daring to breathe.

Better to stay a silent little "transparent" star among the crowd.

From the flow of the conversation, it seemed the Netherkin were about to discuss their plan for the uprising.

He didn’t care much for the predetermined details of that attack, but this might be the one chance to learn when the Empress’s Mortal Alter Ego had perished in their scheme.

If he could find that out, perhaps he could think of a way to change it.

After a long silence, a mocking laugh came from the crimson star.

"Elder Qingyan speaks wisely. Whatever the reason, this is indeed the last chance to use Demon Moon to confirm the Netherking’s plan... But as for a certain muscle-bound bear, why don’t you go back to sleep? Do you really dare to have all three of us contact Demon Moon at once? Aren’t you afraid the Immortal Nation will track us directly?"

The once-calm voice now carried a faint scorn.

"Your only task is to handle the Immortal Nation’s Divine Transformation realm expert, isn’t it?"

"You—!"

The earthy-colored star flared as its owner tried to retort, but a cool, androgynous voice from the green star cut in first.

"Elder Jiao’s words are not without reason. If the Immortal Nation were to discover us because of this, the Netherking would be furious."

The earthy star flickered a few times before finally dimming, leaving only a cold snort behind.

As expected, a brute was looked down upon wherever they went.

The faint pale star silently ridiculed the scene.

From the exchange, Luo Wusheng gleaned a bit more.

’So the earthy star belongs to a bear Netherkin in the Divine Transformation realm, tasked only with fighting the Immortal Nation’s Divine Transformation realm expert—a job that doesn’t require much thinking.’

’But regardless of the early maneuvers, in the end it will all come down to sheer force.’

’Brains are only for "extra purposes."’

Moreover, these three clearly superior Netherkin couldn’t remain in this chaotic star-space together for too long.

Otherwise the Immortal Nation would sense them.

If the Immortal Nation could somehow locate this place ahead of time and wipe out these hidden Netherkin in one strike, their losses in the coming uprising could be minimized.

Would that be enough to prevent Kirin’s disappearance?

’No... it’s not that simple.’

’At best, it would only give the Immortal Nation a slight advantage, causing the uprising to break out earlier.’

While Luo Wusheng analyzed in silence, the black flood dragon’s voice rang out again from the crimson star after the earthy one dimmed.

"Heh. At least it knows its own limits."

The relationship between the two great Netherkin was clearly strained.

The green star ignored the provocation.

"Elder Jiao, why don’t you tell us first—what is the current state of the Demon Moon?"

"The Demon Moon..." the black flood dragon replied, "I can sense that the nether soul seal still exists, though for some reason it has been weakened."

"At the very least, we still cannot use the Demon Moon to spy on the Immortal Nation’s Royal City."

"As for its present location," the flood dragon added after a pause, "I suspect it may not even be in the Immortal Nation’s hands."

"It wasn’t someone from the Immortal Nation who stopped your nether soul yesterday?"

The voice from the green star sounded genuinely surprised.

The flood dragon fell silent, clearly reluctant to touch this subject.

Only after a long hesitation did it speak again, voice heavy with unease.

"I suspect it was a remnant of the Ancient Heavenly Gate."

"A remnant of the Ancient Heavenly Gate?!"

The pitch of the green star’s voice leapt several octaves, and the surrounding stars flickered violently.

But the smaller star-points only shivered and dared not interrupt, not even to whisper among themselves.

This made Luo Wusheng’s own faint little star seem perfectly inconspicuous.

’Ah, so I’m a remnant of the Ancient Heavenly Gate now...’

Luo Wusheng silently accepted his new "identity," though something about the term felt off.

’Why use the word "remnant"? Is there some hidden meaning to it?’

And speaking of people from the ancient era who’re still alive today...

He actually knew one—the legendary Sword Emperor—though his current whereabouts were unknown.

"It is only speculation," the flood dragon continued, "but the state of that person yesterday was extremely strange.

I could not perceive his true form, and his strength... was terrifying."

At that, the crimson star’s usual manic edge completely faded, and even its earlier calm seemed on the verge of breaking.

This time the green star said nothing for a long while.

When it finally spoke again, its tone carried a new weight.

"Report this to the Netherking after the meeting. The Netherking will have ways to communicate with the Demon Spirit Realm. If it truly was a Ancient Heavenly Gate remnant who seized the Demon Moon, then the weakening of the seal makes perfect sense... But this is not necessarily bad news."

"Our enemy is the Immortal Nation. If the Demon Moon has not fallen into their hands, we can be all the more at ease."

"We need only focus on the tasks before us."

The black flood dragon seemed to agree.

To them, the Demon Moon being in anyone’s hands other than the Immortal Nation was actually a relief.

It also meant they could proceed with their final discussion without worry.

"...What of the Nether Formations?"

The flood dragon’s voice returned to a steadier calm.

"Only the southern sector remains," came the androgynous voice from the green star.

"The eastern sector was the first to be lost. Two days ago the northern formation disappeared. As of today, the two formations in the west have also been completely dismantled. The Immortal Nation has suddenly grasped the key to destroying them, and their speed has increased sharply."

"Hmph! All because those bald donkeys of the Buddhist Sect failed to stop that Demon Sect Holy Saint from transcending his tribulation within the Immortal Nation, exposing our formations—"

A small star burst out in anger, but when no one echoed it, the voice quickly shrank back into silence.

No one blamed it, but no one joined in either.

The green star flickered faintly.

"The Netherking’s alliance with the Buddhists is indeed difficult to fathom. True, their Hidden by Buddha and Fate-Severing techniques are effective, and their only demand was that we spare the Demon Sect Holy Saint’s life. But they have offered no more tangible aid. And that Demon Sect Holy Saint..."

The voice trailed off.

Ordinarily, such an exchange would have been a bargain—spare a single life in return for effective concealment.

Nothing worth fretting over.

But reality was far different.

The Demon Sect Holy Saint had slain the decoy Rat Netherkin that was meant to draw attention, then helped annihilate the three great clans secretly responsible for constructing the Demon Moon’s spatial nodes.

Later, he had inadvertently exposed the Nether Formations to the Immortal Nation, and only a few days ago had even killed the steward sent to recover the Antediluvian Nether Eye.

The losses the Netherkin had suffered in this single month were greater than those of the past three years of careful concealment.

Was this Demon Sect Holy Saint the nemesis of the Netherkin race?

Hidden among the cluster of flickering star-points, Luo Wusheng instinctively shrank down even further.

He could practically feel the waves of resentment aimed straight at him.

’So... the Buddhist Sect demanded that the Netherkin spare my life? Ha. Of course—they need me alive until the Demon Purging War truly begins.’

Too bad for them—this time, he had come fully intending to die.

A crooked grin spread across his face.

What could be more satisfying than openly dancing back and forth right under the enemy’s nose, knowing they didn’t dare lay a hand on you?

But the grin froze almost immediately.

From within the crimson star came a voice he hadn’t expected.

"The Demon Sect Holy Saint’s good days are numbered. If he remains in the Royal City, we will kill him this time and reclaim the Antediluvian Nether Eye."

The words carried a faint edge of madness.

"Indeed," added the cold, androgynous voice from the green star, "though I wonder why the Netherking suddenly changed his mind the other day... Hmph. Perhaps the plan is about to begin and there’s no need to keep up the pretense with the Buddhists."

Once the Netherking succeeds, who in the world will be beyond our reach? What could the Buddhists possibly say then?"

Luo Wusheng felt the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitch violently.

’The new Netherking plans to betray the Buddhist Sect? Every one of these Netherkin wants to cut me down?’

No, no, surely not.

Why me?

He wasn’t their sworn brother or mortal enemy—this was way too personal.

And what kind of "ally" had the Buddhists chosen, anyway?

They’d betray a pact at the drop of a hat...

Although, come to think of it, hadn’t the Buddhists themselves backstabbed that poor Rat Netherkin before?

Now that he thought about it, both the Rat Netherkin and the chicken Netherkin he’d personally killed had shown murderous intent toward him at key moments.

So much for the Buddhists’ sacred promise.

’Still... this new Netherking snatched the little pink fox’s position and is supposed to be walking the same path the former Immortal Nation Emperor once tried—seizing the world’s fortune to ascend in one leap. Doesn’t it realize that path might be a dead end? Can it really put so much faith in the Immortal Nation Emperor’s failed attempt?’

If the Netherking killed the Buddhists’ key pawn—him—yet failed to ascend, wouldn’t that risk total fallout with the Buddhist Sect?

Even if the Netherkin Uprising succeeded, a failed ascension would just reset everything.

The little pink fox would inevitably return to reclaim the throne, and the so-called new Netherking would have no way to resist.

Wouldn’t it be smarter to leave the Buddhists as a safety net?

Perhaps the Netherkin race simply had a different way of thinking.

He could only hope the little pink fox’s brain was still functioning properly.

Luo Wusheng stopped dwelling on the details.

Whether the Netherkin came for his head or not wasn’t the real issue.

Either way, he intended to cut down so many Netherkin that they’d have no choice but to try to kill him.

Otherwise, how else would he revive and escape?

...Hm?

The thought popped up out of nowhere, making Luo Wusheng pause. For an instant, it was as if he had caught hold of some fleeting inspiration.

"Back to the main issue," the voice from within the cyan starlight continued, breaking the moment.

"The southern Nether Formation in the city—so what if it’s erased? It was only a temporary formation meant to summon lesser soldiers. As long as it can throw the Immortal Nation into chaos, it’s more than enough... besides, the true grand formation is something they cannot erase."

That brief flash of insight Luo Wusheng had felt slipped away like mist as the black flood dragon’s voice followed close behind.

"Heh, don’t forget what the Netherking entrusted to us before all this."

"The cultivator in the capital who’s at the early stage of the Divine Transformation realm..."

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The Royal City, within the space of the Trial of Ascension Platform.

The first day of the Human Immortal List battle had concluded, yet no one had chosen to leave.

This pocket space, prepared specifically for the Ascension Platform, was dense with spiritual energy and suffused with a mysterious, unfathomable force. Cultivating here for a single day yielded the results of ten days outside—naturally, no one would waste such an opportunity.

But compared to ordinary spectators, the participants were afforded special treatment, with exclusive seating prepared for their rest.

Within one such resting area, a young girl clad in a pale-yellow dress—the Sword Fairy herself—sat cross-legged. Yet instead of focusing on breathing exercises, her beautiful eyes blinked restlessly, darting from one direction to another.

’Not here... still not here... where on earth did he go?’

Lu Yuliu’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

The formation leading into this pocket space from the outside had already been activated.

As long as one held an invitation, they could enter freely.

"Something’s off."

A voice transmission slipped into Lu Yuliu’s ears.

Turning her head, she saw Bai Xiaoyao—who appeared to be diligently cultivating—open one eye when no one was watching.

Truthfully, neither of them needed to refine much spiritual energy anymore; the main focus now was tempering their foundations. After all, their next step was the breakthrough to the Golden Core realm.

To Bai Xiaoyao’s comment, the Sword Fairy replied in an annoyed whisper, "Of course something’s off. He’s been out of contact for a whole day."

"That’s not what I meant."

Bai Xiaoyao’s tone carried a trace of contemplation, though she didn’t elaborate. After a pause, her voice changed slightly as she asked, "Judging by the way you’re acting, you weren’t just looking for my Senior Brother, were you? Are you waiting for someone else too?"

"No, I’m not."

Lu Yuliu pouted, refusing to admit that she had also been quietly checking whether her own master had shown up. Much less admit the subtle relief she felt when she hadn’t.

Bai Xiaoyao seemed to sink back into thought, her beautiful eyes sweeping across the surrounding peaks without sending another sound transmission.

Meanwhile, Lu Yuliu tightened her grip on her message sword.

There’s still no reply.

Though the enchanted sword she’d gifted away allowed her to sense that someone was still alive, the continued silence on the other end stirred an unbidden mix of worry and irritation in her heart.

At last, she forced those restless thoughts aside and poured her spiritual awareness into the sword.

Lines of text began to surface one after another.

The young girl was once again flooding a certain someone with blessings.

Whether it helped or not, she wasn’t sure—but whenever a similar situation arose in the past, that bully would always end up asking for these little "blessings."

Satisfied with the rows of good wishes she had written, Little Yuli hesitated for a moment, then hastily withdrew one particular line:

[May you and a certain beautiful, breathtaking Sword Sect girl—blessed with a peerless sword body and inheritor of a world-shaking sword dao—share mutual affection and become lifelong partners.]

That one felt a bit too obvious.

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