Chapter 0273: Purple Moon Mountains

Ming Yu was taken aback, then forced a wry smile. “The senior is joking,” he said. After a pause, he hesitantly added, “I belong to the Dark Moon Tribe, which is nearby. If the senior doesn’t mind, how about coming to my tribe?”
Huang Long claimed he had just entered from the Mortal Realm—something Ming Yu could never believe.
How could someone who had just entered the Divine Realm kill a lower-tier divine bandit that had lived in the Netherworld for hundreds of thousands of years? Bandits were usually stronger than peers at the same level.
However, usually only tribal elders had the authority to invite others to the tribe. So Ming Yu hesitated for a moment.
But since his father was one of the tribal elders, it shouldn’t be difficult. Moreover, Huang Long’s strength was astonishing—he must be a peak lower-tier divine being. By inviting him, he might even receive rewards from the tribe.
“Dark Moon Tribe,” Huang Long mused for a while before nodding. “That works.”
Seeing Huang Long agree, Ming Yu’s face lit up with joy. He said respectfully, “It’s a great honor for the Dark Moon Tribe that the senior will come. Please, follow me!” With that, he took off first to lead the way.
Huang Long and the others followed.
Though it was said to be nearby, it took them five days of flying to reach the Dark Moon Tribe.
“Is this where your Dark Moon Tribe is?” Huang Long stood in midair, gazing at the endless mountain range before him.
Bog and the others were also stunned.
This endless mountain range was probably as large as the Hengyuan Realm?!
A single mountain range as big as the Hengyuan Realm—they could hardly believe what they saw. Although they had seen many mountains along the way, those were at most a few thousand miles long.
Ming Yu smiled bitterly. “Our Dark Moon Tribe is indeed located in these Purple Spirit Mountains, but it’s just a small tribe within them.”
Huang Long nodded. If the Dark Moon Tribe occupied the entire mountain range, it would be a formidable force in the Netherworld.
“Is this mountain range called the Purple Spirit Mountains? Brother Ming Yu, it must be hundreds of thousands of miles long, right?” Bog asked.
Bog had intended to address him as “senior,” but Ming Yu wouldn’t allow that, so they ended up calling each other brothers.
“Hundreds of thousands of miles?” Ming Yu shook his head. “It’s over five hundred thousand miles. To be precise, that’s only the length of the Purple Spirit Mountains.”
“Over five hundred thousand miles?!” Bog and the others exchanged glances and gasped.
Not even the Hengyuan Realm stretched that far from south to north!
Although they had guessed earlier that the Purple Spirit Mountains were at least hundreds of thousands of miles long, they still underestimated them.

Over five hundred thousand li in length—so what’s the area? It’s probably tens of millions of square li.
“Hehe, although the Ziling Mountain Range is the largest mountain range in our Shengwen Mansion, it’s not the largest in the Netherworld. The largest mountain range in the Netherworld is the Anli Mountain Range, spanning over a billion li!” Mingyu said.
“Over a billion li?!” Bog and the others were shocked again.
“Shengwen Mansion?” Huang Long asked.
From Eulai, he had learned that the realms under the Supreme God are generally controlled by the Supreme God’s messengers, and most of these mansion lords are such messengers. But Eulai was from a soil-based Supreme God’s realm and wasn’t familiar with the various mansions in the Netherworld, so there were some things Huang Long didn’t know.
“That’s right. The Netherworld has six continents: the Nia Continent, the Val Continent, the Wonda Continent, the Soma Continent, the Goslao Continent, and the Canghai Continent. Our Shengwen Mansion is just one of the more than twenty mansions on the Canghai Continent,” Mingyu explained.
“Six continents, and just one of the more than twenty on the Canghai Continent?!” This time, Bog and the others had some idea of how vast the Netherworld was.
If the Ziling Mountain Range was just one of the mountain ranges in Shengwen Mansion, then how big was Shengwen Mansion itself? And how big was the entire Canghai Continent, including Shengwen Mansion?!
“So the Canghai Continent must be huge, right?!” Ork Nat exclaimed in shock.
“Huge! Almost boundless! Spanning trillions of li! Generally, few people have traveled between continents. For example, we’re currently on the Canghai Continent; most people live here, or even stay within their own mansion realms. Our Shengwen Mansion covers ten billion li. Even an ordinary high-ranking god would need two to three years to leave it!” Mingyu said, paused, then shook his head. “To leave the Canghai Continent would also take twenty to thirty years. Even a fully perfected high-ranking god would need several years. As for mid-ranking or low-ranking gods?” He stopped here, leaving the implication clear.
Shocking!
It takes high-ranking gods decades to cross a single continent!
Bog and the others were stunned, unable to process this astonishing news.
Huang Long frowned. He hadn’t expected the Netherworld to be so vast. Earlier, Eulai had only given him a rough idea without any specific numbers.
“Elder Huang Long, where are we now?” After a while, Mingyu asked respectfully.
Huang Long regained his composure and nodded. “Let’s go.”
Although the Netherworld was vast, it was still far smaller compared to the Pangu Primordial World. Once he regained his strength as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, crossing the Netherworld would take only a few days.

Although they had arrived at the Purple Spirit Mountains, it still took half a day for the group to reach the Dark Moon Tribe. After arriving, Ming Yu led Huang Long and the others to his father, Ming Jia. Ming Jia, a mid-tier god and one of the tribe’s elders, changed his expression upon hearing what his son had said. Looking at Huang Long, he realized that this man’s strength was no less than his own—having instantly defeated six lower-tier gods! “Haha, you must be Brother Huang Long. Welcome to our Dark Moon Tribe!” Ming Jia smiled warmly and immediately ordered Ming Yu to arrange accommodations for Huang Long and the others. Huang Long declined politely, thanked him, and then followed Ming Yu to the lodging. Watching their backs, Ming Jia murmured to himself, “He defeated six lower-tier gods in an instant, plus a bandit leader—his strength is comparable to that of an ordinary mid-tier god. But it’s strange; neither he nor his subordinates show any signs of divine energy. Though his true strength is unclear, his subordinates should be at the divine realm level.” “I’ll have to ask Yu later,” Ming Jia thought. After a while, he left his residence and headed toward the tribe leader’s quarters. Meanwhile, Huang Long and the others followed Ming Yu to a courtyard. Ming Yu pointed to it and said, “This place is secluded and quiet; most people don’t come here. It’s just…” He hesitated for a moment. “The spiritual energy here is a bit weak.” He glanced at Huang Long cautiously, fearing he might be displeased. Huang Long waved his hand and smiled calmly, “It doesn’t matter. We’re only staying for a while.” Relieved, Ming Yu led them into the courtyard. The courtyard wasn’t large, but it was large enough for Huang Long and the others to live and practice. Aside from the weaker spiritual energy, they were satisfied with everything else. After a while, Ming Yu left, and Huang Long set up several spiritual arrays in the courtyard, drawing spiritual energy from all directions. Thus, Huang Long and the others settled down in the Dark Moon Tribe. As Ming Yu had said, the Dark Moon Tribe was just a small tribe in the Purple Spirit Mountains, ranking around 200th out of over 300 tribes there, so its location wasn’t particularly good. It was situated on the edge of the southeastern mountains of the Purple Spirit Mountains, covering an area of three thousand li. The entire tribe had only a little over 20,000 people, of whom 7,000 were lower-tier gods, and just over 30 were mid-tier gods. There were no upper-tier gods—aside from those at the divine level, the rest were either in the sacred realm, divine realm, or even below that, consisting of elders, women, and children. In the underworld, not everyone belonged to the divine realm or was a divine-level powerhouse.

After countless eons, those from various mortal realms and divine domains in dimensional spaces arrived in the Netherworld, where they fought constantly and reproduced generation after generation. Not all of their descendants could reach the divine realm—just as in mortal realms, those who reached it were all geniuses who appeared once in a thousand years. Of course, due to bloodline inheritance and environment, in the Netherworld, most people could reach the divine realm, with a rate of 50%. Still, even so, the ratio of divine-level warriors to those below divine level in the Netherworld was 9 to 1, because the survival rate of those below divine level was extremely low! Among the more than 300 tribes in the Purple Spirit Mountains, the ten strongest tribes each had a population of millions, with the Lans tribe, ranking first among them, having an astonishing population of tens of millions! The ten tribes occupied the areas with the richest spiritual energy in the Purple Spirit Mountains—the ten central peaks, including the main peak that reached tens of thousands of feet high and covered an area of millions of square miles, were all under the control of the Lans tribe. Although the Lans tribe was the most powerful force in the Purple Spirit Mountains, it ranked outside the top 100 in the entire Holy Literature Prefecture! This showed the strength of the major families in the Netherworld. After learning about this, Bog and the others were stunned. The Lans tribe had tens of millions of people, with over 5 million divine-level warriors, more than 4.8 million lower gods, over 70,000 mid-level gods, and just over 500 upper gods! Over 5 million divine-level warriors! Even the imperial army of the Hengyuan Realm didn’t have that many! Huang Long also felt pressured, as the strength of the Netherworld’s forces could be seen from the Purple Moon Mountains—filled with powerful warriors! Without strength, one could only stay at the lowest level in the Netherworld! In some factions, even in the divine realm, one was nothing but a slave, while lower gods, though having some status, still had low status, similar to commoners in the Hengyuan Realm. Improving strength had become an urgent issue for Huang Long. But right now, the most important thing was for Bog and the others to go to the Divine Transformation Pool to consolidate their divine essences and transform their bodies. Huang Long already had the divine stones. Five days later, when Ming Yu returned to the courtyard, Huang Long brought up this issue. Ming Yu stared at him in shock: “The Divine Transformation Pool? To consolidate the divine essence and transform the body?!” Could it be that these people like Senior Huang Long really just came from the mortal realms into the Netherworld?! “So, you guys from Dark Moon haven’t gone to the Divine Transformation Pool to consolidate your divine essences and transform your bodies?” Huang Long frowned. Only then did Ming Yu snap out of it and quickly replied, “Senior Huang Long, yes, we have!” But when he looked at Huang Long again, his gaze was strange.