Chapter 0417: The Opening of the Land of Forgetfulness

The beast horde finally retreated!
The gods watched as the horde receded into the Abyssal Sea like a tide, feeling relieved. Yet when they saw the numerous divine bodies scattered across the Land of Forgetfulness, their hearts grew heavy.
“It’s you, it’s you, Yellow Dragon! This is all your fault! If not for you, we wouldn’t have suffered an attack from the beast horde at all!” As the gods were filled with sorrow, suddenly, a furious shout rang out. Yellow Dragon turned to see that it was Phaed.
Phaed pointed at Yellow Dragon, his face twisted in hatred. Naturally, he intended to shift all the blame onto Yellow Dragon.
Phaed’s voice acted like a fuse—his angry outburst ignited anger in many godly warriors. Soon, many of them pointed at Yellow Dragon and began cursing him.
Yellow Dragon had extraordinary talent and a special status, and various factions wanted to win him over. But that didn’t mean the gods weren’t jealous.
Indeed, it was because of Yellow Dragon that the Rainbow Coiling Dragon had led his followers to attack the Land of Forgetfulness. However, with Brad, a peerless warrior, by Yellow Dragon’s side, and Marshall, a supreme god, having helped Yellow Dragon fend off the Rainbow Coiling Dragon just now, the gods could only curse him without daring to act. Otherwise, they might have attacked him right away to vent their anger.
Yellow Dragon coldly stared at Phaed and the other godly warriors cursing him.
“Phaed, stop talking nonsense!” Fat Francis, who was by Yellow Dragon’s side, shouted angrily. Then he pointed at Phaed, “It’s jealousy! If you’ve got the guts, come and fight Yellow Dragon alone!” After saying that, he glanced at the other godly warriors who were also filled with hatred and cursing Yellow Dragon.
At Fat Francis’s angry shout, those warriors who had been furious suddenly fell silent. Many even backed away under Yellow Dragon’s cold gaze. They had only wanted to vent their anger through this situation—facing Yellow Dragon in battle? They wouldn’t dare!
Phaed’s face turned red and blue with anger.
“Enough. We can’t blame one person for this. The sea beasts invading the continent is the responsibility of all human warriors in the six continents of our Abyssal World,” said Kennedy’s authoritative voice. He looked around at the gods. “Human warriors must unite. The sea beasts could invade at any time. Everyone should prepare for defense next time.”

As the head of the foremost family in the netherworld and a supreme god of water elements at the highest level of perfection, Kennedy carried great authority and deterrence. With him speaking in such a manner, the other gods naturally dared not say anything more and dispersed, as Kennedy had advised—being prepared at all times for possible invasions by sea beasts.

After the gods left, Kennedy and the leaders of the six major families ordered their descendants to clean up the area and strengthen the defensive formations.

“Huang Long, are you interested in coming to my place?” Marshall asked at that moment.

Huang Long pondered for a moment before nodding, not refusing Marshall’s invitation.

Now that he had left the Runing family, it was impossible for him to return to their mountain palace. Moreover, since Marshall had helped him before, he seemed like someone worth getting to know.

Marshall looked pleased upon hearing Huang Long’s agreement. Then, Huang Long and the others followed Marshall to the northernmost peak of the Corner of Forgetfulness.

“Hehe, I’m sorry—I’m used to a casual lifestyle, so my dwelling is rather simple,” Marshall said as he led them to a cave of moderate size halfway up the peak.

Huang Long replied, “As cultivators, we need not worry about such things.”

However, only after entering the cave did they realize what Marshall meant by “simple.” There was only one earthen bed, seemingly meant for meditation, with nothing else—not even a stone table.

Although Marshall planned to stay in the Corner of Forgetfulness for only a month or two, even for someone as casual as him, his dwelling shouldn’t be this sparse. A supreme god at the highest level of perfection could create a decent cave in just a few breaths.

With Huang Long and the others present, Marshall couldn’t let them sit on the ground. With a flash of light beneath their feet, earth elemental divine power spread across the ground, and one by one, stone chairs emerged—exactly twenty-seven in number.

“Please, have a seat,” Marshall said to Huang Long and the others.

Huang Long and the others sat down alongside Marshall.

“Huang Long, haven’t you met this Coiling Dragon before?” After they sat down, Marshall couldn’t help but ask about the colorful coiling dragon.

Huang Long understood what Marshall meant and shook his head. “No. I’ve never been to the Nether Sea, so I can’t possibly know this Coiling Dragon. I only went to the Sea of Wind and Thunder with Brad over eight hundred years ago. If I’ve offended anyone, it’s only the Nether Sea Scorpion clan.”

On the competition platform, the Yellow Dragon transformed and appeared before everyone, so the matter of the Sea of Wind and Thunder was no longer a secret. Everyone now knew that the Yellow Dragon was the one who had been one of the twelve divine avatars in that sea back then.

However, not only Marshall found it strange, but even Bradd and the others were puzzled. The Yellow Dragon didn’t recognize the master behind the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon. Why would that person keep coming to “invite” the Yellow Dragon to meet their master? Moreover, judging by their appearance, it must be something important—otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent trillions of sea beasts to launch a large-scale attack!

“The Clan of Abyssal Sea Scorpions?” Marshall shook his head.

The strongest among the Clan of Abyssal Sea Scorpions was their clan leader, who was merely a being extremely close to achieving perfection. The master behind the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon couldn’t possibly be the clan leader.

“Brother Yellow Dragon, it’s been less than two thousand years since you entered the Netherworld from the mortal realm, right?” After a while, Marshall stopped asking about the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon.

“More or less. It will be two thousand years in another seventy or eighty years,” said the Yellow Dragon.

Marshall had a complex expression, and so did Bradd.

Although Bradd had been with the Yellow Dragon for only a short time, he had never imagined that the master he followed had entered the Netherworld from the mortal realm as long ago as two thousand years ago—no, actually, it should have been a thousand years ago, when they escaped from the valley and stone forest.

In less than two thousand years since entering the Netherworld, the Yellow Dragon had not only become an upper god but also one whose strength rivaled that of a Nether King at level eight.

“I’m afraid no one in any other divine realm has a talent comparable to yours, Yellow Dragon,” Marshall said, sighing in admiration. “I always thought my talent was extraordinary. In the Netherworld, only Kennedy was slightly stronger than me. But now, compared to you, my talent is nothing at all.”

After that, Marshall asked about Bradd, Bog, and the others. Naturally, he was once again amazed by the Yellow Dragon’s ability to subdue Bradd and how he had broken his record back then by leading twenty-four people.

“Yellow Dragon, what are your plans after the End of the Land of Forgetfulness?” Marshall suddenly asked.

What plans?

The Yellow Dragon didn’t understand why Marshall asked this question, but he didn’t hide it either. “I plan to return to the mortal realm and take a look.”

“Return to the mortal realm?” Marshall was surprised, then nodded. “That makes sense.” He smiled and added, “But for twenty-six of you to return to the mortal realm, it will cost a considerable amount of divine stones.”

To return to the mortal realm via a teleportation array from a divine realm, one upper god needs twenty trillion divine stones.

Twenty trillion divine stones—such a huge amount that even a descendant of a powerful Nether King at level seven from a major family like Runing would find it difficult to afford.

Of course, the supreme gods set this rule to prevent godly powerhouses from the divine realms from entering the mortal realm and causing imbalance there. Hearing this, the Yellow Dragon turned to Brad beside him and said with a smile, “Divine stones? Brad has plenty of them.” Brad used to be the king of the Nimeng Mountains, so he was naturally wealthy. A thousand years ago, when the Yellow Dragon rescued him, Brad promised as a reward to give him one quintillion divine stones from his divine cards. However, later the Yellow Dragon decided to have him as his guard instead. Marshall laughed and said, “I forgot about that. You guys don’t lack divine stones. Unlike me—I really couldn’t produce trillions of them even if I tried now.” What Marshall said was true; he hadn’t used divine stones for billions of years, as the supreme gods at the highest level didn’t need them for anything in palaces like the Palace of the Underworld King or the Shangyi Hall. Of course, supreme gods at the ultimate perfection level also didn’t need divine stones to use teleportation arrays. This was a characteristic of their supreme status—ordinary peerless powerhouses still had to pay with divine stones to use teleportation arrays. After that, the Yellow Dragon and the others created their own cave beside Marshall’s dwelling and stayed there, waiting for the day the Land of Forgetfulness opened next month. To their relief, the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon didn’t appear again over the next ten-odd days. When the day the Land of Forgetfulness finally opened, the tense atmosphere in the Land of Forgetfulness eased significantly. That day, under the sunlight and the gaze of hundreds of millions of godly powerhouses, a brilliant multicolored light suddenly burst in the sky above the Land of Forgetfulness. Then, a symbol resembling an ancient teleportation array, several miles in diameter, appeared in the sky. Immediately afterward, the symbol emitted a multicolored light beam that projected onto a flat area at the center of the Land of Forgetfulness. The Yellow Dragon knew this was the teleportation array to the Land of Forgetfulness. Yet, looking at the multicolored light beam of the array, he couldn’t help but think of the Seven-Color Coiling Dragon—a strange feeling. With the Land of Forgetfulness open and the teleportation array ready, and having won first place in this competition, the Yellow Dragon naturally became the first person to enter the Land of Forgetfulness via the teleportation array. He told Brad, Bog, and the others to wait for him, then flashed to the side of the ground-based teleportation array beam and walked slowly toward it. As the Yellow Dragon approached the array, all the gods held their breath and watched him closely. Although the Yellow Dragon had dragon blood, he wasn’t from one of the six great families. Could he really enter the Land of Forgetfulness? That was the question on everyone’s mind.

Kennedy and the others also watched the Yellow Dragon. Under the gaze of the gods, the Yellow Dragon finally arrived at the center of the light column and stopped there. Once it stopped, suddenly the light column flickered, and the high-altitude runes dimmed for a moment before the Yellow Dragon disappeared from everyone’s sight.