CHAPTER 951: CHAPTER 945: ENTERING THE CAVE

Ye Xuan and his companions had just arrived when they saw that from the Netherworld Storm cluster in the distance behind them, rays of light struggled to break through, appearing near them after several flashes.

The first to appear were the experts of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, followed by the Kunpeng Clan, and gradually, top experts from various pinnacle powers.

These people were indeed incredibly strong, and they evidently each had their own methods, so they weren’t left too far behind. In less than ten minutes, this eerily quiet entrance to the Netherworld Ghost Cave began to fill with shadows of people.

After these strong individuals from various factions arrived, their fervent eyes turned towards the black and murky cave on the ground. It seemed they were well aware that the source of the recent turmoil in the Western World originated from here.

However, those who came here were all no pushovers. Even with the Netherworld Ghost Cave right in front of them, they remained cautious, suppressing their greed and not daring to take risks lightly.

"Such a group of timid folks, if they’re so cowardly here, wouldn’t they be hindered everywhere once inside?"

Ao Wuxu sneered mockingly and then looked at Ye Xuan, "Let’s go, we’ll go first."

After leaving those words to Ye Xuan, Ao Wuxu said no more, and with a movement of his body, he rushed into the black cave under numerous watchful eyes, his figure disappearing thereafter.

"Such a reckless guy."

Not far away, Huang Qinger couldn’t help but pout.

"Let’s go in too."

Ye Xuan knew that although Ao Wuxu was arrogant, he wasn’t brainless. The other party wouldn’t just charge in recklessly; if he chose to take the lead, he must have some reliance.

Following closely behind the Dragon Clan’s people, Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue also moved, rushing towards the cave.

As Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue dashed into the cave entrance, they were immediately swept by wild space fluctuations around them, engulfing the two like a tide.

"The space here is extremely distorted. Hold my hand, or we might get separated in this Netherworld Ghost Cave." Ye Xuan detected the anomaly in space fluctuations and, from his experience, anticipated what might happen next.

Upon hearing this, Ling Qianxue also clenched Ye Xuan’s hand, and then both were swept away by the space waves.

Space Power is treacherous, capable of twisting even consciousness. When they regained awareness, the surrounding scenery had drastically changed.

This was a barren land, scarred and shattered with countless black smoking fissures scattered everywhere. These fissures were bizarre in shape, some appeared natural, while others seemed forcibly torn apart.

On the ground lay large scattered bones of various entities — humans, Yin Beasts, and other races, some of which were unrecognizable.

"This is the Netherworld Ghost Cave; it’s much larger than I imagined."

Ling Qianxue looked around this dark world, surprised.

"It seems my guess was correct. Ao Wuxu and the others must have been transported elsewhere." Ye Xuan observed the surroundings and remarked.

There was no sign of people here; Ao Wuxu and others should be ahead of them. If they were transported to the same place, they wouldn’t entirely disappear from sight.

The entire space was eerily lifeless, devoid of any hint of life.

"I heard the Netherworld Ghost Cave has Three Heavens; most likely, this is only the First Layer Heaven."

Ling Qianxue glanced around and then paused, saying.

Ye Xuan released his soul power, probing the area, but due to the restriction of the Netherworld Energy, his soul power could only cover about ten miles, beyond which lay chaos without any aura at all.

"It seems I can only use the Heavenly Eye to search."

Ye Xuan raised his eyelid, and the third eye at his brow abruptly opened, its sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the void.

Even the Netherworld Energy couldn’t obstruct the Heavenly Eye’s investigation.

"The most concentrated Netherworld Energy is southwest of here by ten thousand miles; let’s start from there." Ye Xuan gestured to Ling Qianxue, who did not object, and the two took off, transforming into two beams of light racing away.

Ten thousand miles away.

The world was still dark, the sky seemingly enshrouded by a vast black curtain. Only some dim light managed to penetrate, barely illuminating this space.

The area in sight was a large, dark forest. Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue didn’t stop but flew directly over it, the dark forest below swiftly retreating beneath their rapid movement.

The whole area occasionally resounded with inexplicable howls, exuding a sinister aura.

"What a strange place."

Ling Qianxue knitted her brows. Besides the ominous feeling, she didn’t sense any other aura, and this unsettling vibration seemed to penetrate deeply into the soul, its origin inexplicable.

"Hell is suitable for the Netherworld Clan to live, home to Netherworld people, Demon People, ghosts, and various dark creatures. The Netherworld Energy there repels outsiders. Since this Netherworld Ghost Cave can connect to Hell, the logic should be similar." Ye Xuan flew over the dark forest and then said.

"Is that so? I’ve never heard such tales about Hell; where did you learn all this?" Ling Qianxue looked at Ye Xuan, surprised.

"I have my ways. There’s nothing in this world that I don’t know." Ye Xuan simply smiled and then said.

"Hehe."

Ling Qianxue glared at Ye Xuan, her usually icy face looking surprisingly adorable at that moment.

"It seems there’s something ahead."

Ye Xuan was about to say more when his brow moved. Not far ahead was a river valley with deep water flowing down from a black giant mountain. In the river valley, on a delta where waters converged, a bone-white flower, resembling a skeletal bud, appeared in their view.

"It’s the Prison God Flower."

Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up. This Prison God Flower was no ordinary item; its preciousness rivaled the Netherworld Fruit. The Prison God Flower could significantly boost soul power, which was undoubtedly of great use to Ye Xuan, just what he needed to consolidate his newly突破的灵魂修为.

"Looks like we’re in luck."

Ling Qianxue could sense the powerful aura wave from the Prison God Flower, knowing that this item was definitely no Mortal Grade.

Both of them were delighted by the discovery, and Ye Xuan was ready to collect the Prison God Flower. However, just as the flower was about to fall into Ye Xuan’s hand, an abrupt change occurred. A swift gusting sound was heard, and an afterimage, ghost-like, emerged, reaching for the Prison God Flower.

"Who?!"

Ye Xuan and Ling Qianxue both sensed it simultaneously, a surge of coldness filling their eyes. Nonetheless, Ye Xuan’s reaction was quickest, his white sword light instantly tearing through the space, landing like lightning in front of the Prison God Flower, striking the afterimage.