Chapter 129: Forced Sealing, the Oath of the Nine Nether Demonic God

What extravagant hopes can we have for love? In this bustling world, how many loves can withstand the tests of money and power? How many can survive the ravages of time and distance? No one can answer these questions, so I used my keyboard to write about this imagined love…

Liu Yi took the ancient bow and arrows from the Wolf King and said, “Don’t worry, teacher. I will do it well. The Nine Nether Demonic God will sleep again. Don’t worry about me.”

The Wolf King looked at Liu Yi and saw disappointment and pain in his eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to him, but still said earnestly, “Lord Demon, always prioritize the greater good. Don’t let your mind wander. If there are any difficulties, we can discuss them after we get through this crisis.”

Liu Yi nodded and said, “I will.”

After saying that, he slung the ancient bow and arrows on his back and turned toward the yellow veil… Everyone’s gaze and hopes were fixed on him, because no one else could approach that green poisonous mist—only he, this mysterious Lord Demon, could enter. Thus, both the demonic forces and countless heroes of the martial world focused their attention on him. He was their hope.

Just as Liu Yi was about to use “Lanerfina Qing” and the sharpness of the “Sorrowful Dream” sword to create a gap in the veil, a voice came from behind: “Wait.”

Liu Yi turned around. It was Qi Yue. Amidst the crowd, she rushed forward. In her eyes, there was no one else—no surprised gazes—because all she saw was Liu Yi.

Liu Yi looked at Qi Yue, feeling uncertain about his emotions. He was powerless regarding this feeling; all he could bring her was pain. Yet this stubborn girl seemed determined.

Qi Yue slowly approached Liu Yi and said affectionately, “Be careful. Don’t fall for the Nine Nether Demonic God’s trick again.” She cared for him, and that care made her even more worried, because this time, she wouldn’t be able to stay by his side.

Perhaps others thought sealing an invincible demonic god was a simple task, but they had no idea how terrifying the demonic powers of the Nine Nether Demonic God were. If it weren’t for Qi Yue’s true feelings last time, who knows if he wouldn’t have become an even more terrifying demon than the Nine Nether Demonic God itself.

Looking into Qi Yue’s eyes, Liu Yi saw her concern. He said nothing; he simply gazed at her. That moment of gaze seemed to become an eternity between the two of them. In her eyes, there was only one person…

Without hesitation, Liu Yi drew out the “Sorrowful Dream.” With the power of “Lanerfina Qing” at its twelfth level, the purplish-red flames effortlessly tore through the yellow veil. Then, Liu Yi quickly raised his sword, accompanied by a streak of purplish-red light, and flew into the swirling dust…

Watching Liu Yi disappear, Qi Yue felt a hint of loss. She wished for his safety and hoped to see him again. The only thing she didn’t want was for that moment of gaze to become their final separation.

Liu Yi rode on his sword, soaring through the wind, his solitary figure and flowing white hair adrift amidst the green poisonous miasma. The “Sorrowful Dream” sword seemed to sense something as well—the color around its black blade kept changing, gradually turning purple-black. The temperature around them rose steadily, and the scorching heat caused the poisonous miasma to disperse. Those undead creatures that couldn’t escape quickly melted in the heat, turning into wisps of smoke and forever falling to the ground.

By now, Liu Yi was only a hundred miles away from Fengdu Ghost City. With the enhanced “Sorrowful Dream” sword, driven by the intense energy of “Lanelfina Qing,” it moved like a streak cutting through the sky, trailing a long purple-black tail. In just over half an hour, Liu Yi reached the interior of Fengdu Ghost City.

Upon landing, Liu Yi sheathed his warm sword and stared at the giant green sphere before him…

The Nine Nether Demon God remained motionless inside that strange sphere, not even shifting. Yet as soon as Liu Yi stepped down, it spoke—a hoarse, eerie voice: “We meet again.”

Liu Yi nodded and said, “Yes. This time, I’ll make you sleep forever, never to threaten the human world again.”

The Nine Nether Demon God seemed to sigh and continued, “You’re really naive. Do you truly think you can avenge yourself with your own strength? That you can defy the divine realm?”

Liu Yi replied firmly, “There’s no need to say more. I will never merge with you.”

The Nine Nether Demon God said, “I never asked you to merge with me. I just want you to carefully assess the current situation. The six major sects of the righteous path in the human world have united, just as the four major dark magic sects have joined forces. As you can see, each sect has its own strength, magical artifacts, and even skilled swordsmen. Do you really think that by mastering what the Nirvana people knew, you can oppose such powerful forces?”

Liu Yi snorted and said, “What’s the point of your explanations? Do I really have no brains, relying only on a sword to fight? You underestimate me. I have time. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll make everyone, including those gods, die little by little.”

Suddenly, the Nine Nether Demon God burst into loud laughter and said, “You’re arrogant. Do you really think that just because the Nirvana people defeated the gods seven thousand years ago, they became invincible? Even if you now possess their swords and have learned their magic arts, what does that matter? Seven thousand years have passed, yet their cultivation level has remained unchanged. Meanwhile, the divine realm has been constantly improving its strength over those seven thousand years. You should understand what I mean.”

The Nine Nether Demon God’s words struck Liu Yi like a thunderbolt. He was right—his cultivation level had remained at that of the Nirvana people seven thousand years ago, with no progress at all. But his lack of progress didn’t mean the divine realm hadn’t made any advancements.

Liu Yi asked tentatively, “So what? I’ve broken through the limits of life and death. I have plenty of time…”

The Nine Nether Demon God burst into wild laughter: “Poor wretch, do you really think the divine realm will let you go? Why do their gods sleep? They’re waiting for your third life. They won’t give you any time. Just wait and see—the gods will keep searching for you until you’re reduced to ashes. Don’t think I’m lying; time will prove it.”
Liu Yi’s heart flickered slightly. As the Nine Nether Demon God said, the cultivation level in the divine realm must have reached another realm over these seven thousand years. If he remained as he was seven thousand years ago, death awaited him. But… selling his soul was something Liu Yi would never do.
Liu Yi nodded gently and said, “You’re right. You’ve reminded me. I’ll be more vigilant. Even if I can’t carry out my revenge, I’ll have no regrets. As for you, who wants to return to the mortal world, I’ll give you the best ending now.” With that, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow…
The Nine Nether Demon God watched as Liu Yi drew Hou Yi’s divine bow and shouted loudly, “No! You’ll regret this! Do you really want to see those gods standing tall above you, controlling your fate forever?”
Liu Yi pulled the bowstring, a red glow flashing in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll do my best to defeat these so-called gods. Even if I fail, I’ll have no regrets, because—I tried.”
With a “whoosh,” a white light, brimming with essence, shot toward the green sphere…
Then, the green sphere seemed to split open. The black shadow gradually began to emit white light and became blurred. The Nine Nether Demon God shouted loudly, “You ignorant creature! You’ll regret this! I swear you’ll meet me again.”