Chapter 312: Unexpected Gain

As Rod poured his combat energy into the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword, he hoped for a miracle while connecting with the sword’s spirit. The moment all his energy was poured in, a dazzling light burst from the sword, and suddenly, Rod felt no gravity around it. A pulling force came from within the sword, slowing his descent dramatically—so much so that he drifted downward like he had a parachute. All his previous speed vanished; the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword seemed to possess immense buoyancy, helping the two slow their fall.

A horn blast from above startled Rod and Lucy. Looking up, they saw over a dozen figures plummeting rapidly toward them, getting faster by the second, and soon they were right in front of them. It was the Red Wolves—they had also fallen? This surprised Rod and Lucy greatly. In an instant, they rushed past them like a gust of wind and crashed downward. The Xuanyuan Sacred Sword, as if having eyes of its own, helped the two avoid their attacks, allowing them to dodge all those figures quickly.

Vaguely, Rod and Lucy could see the incredible and resentful expressions on the Red Wolves’ faces when they noticed them—those resentful looks made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Are we safe?” Lucy stared at Rod in disbelief, as if in a dream.

Rod smirked, unsure of how to express his feelings. “More or less.”

Looking at the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword in his hands, his expression turned strange. How much more was being hidden from him? It always managed to surprise him at the most critical moments. Xuanyuan… you’re becoming increasingly mysterious! Rod sighed inwardly.

While Rod was looking at the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword, wasn’t Lucy also watching? What exactly was this seemingly ancient divine weapon? It was surely not much inferior to the ten divine artifacts of the Source of Darkness, right? At least those artifacts didn’t possess such capabilities. He remembered that a few days ago, when Rod faced the thunder calamity outside the Netherworld, it was this very weapon he held. Back then, it had played a crucial role in helping Rod easily withstand the calamity. Lucy became increasingly interested in this powerful weapon. Her gaze toward Rod also changed—he always managed to bring her hope in times of despair. That night in Dark Moon City, on top of the hill, when they seemed trapped with no way out, it was Rod who saved her. And now it was him again! Gradually, her eyes showed a look of obsession.

“Be careful—this canyon is no ordinary place!” Rod, having regained his senses, warned Lucy.

What kind of canyon was this? What secrets lay within? Why did it have such a strong gravitational pull, dragging one straight down? What secrets were hidden here?

How could such a canyon exist in the Battlefield of Death? How deep was it? They had been falling for almost half a minute—why hadn’t they seen the bottom yet? Everything was like a mystery.

They didn’t know how long they had been falling when they sensed waves of black mist surrounding them. Yes, black mist, filled with overwhelming death energy and resentment, eerie and seemingly ready to invade their bodies. In panic, Rod quickly advised Lucy to use magic elements to resist. As for him, he felt a bit better and even had a bold idea. His own fighting energy contained killing intent, resentment, and demonic energy—could these energies help him improve further? At this thought, a glimmer of excitement flashed in Rod’s eyes. Adversity often brought fortune; perhaps this time he would turn misfortune into luck.

Soon, the two landed inside the canyon. There were several piles of flesh and blood nearby, with faint traces of red fur—clearly remnants of red wolves that had fallen earlier. Seeing this gruesome scene, both Rod and Lucy gasped in shock. If it weren’t for the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword in Rod’s hand, which had performed a miracle to save them at the critical moment, they would likely be in the same condition!

Unknowingly, two defensive spells appeared around Lucy. It was the first time Rod had seen green-blue magic—emerald-green flames without any heat, even slightly cold, yet capable of conveying a terrifying intensity.

As for Rod, he refused Lucy’s magical protection. He could sense that the gases here seemed unable to harm him, and once he arrived here, his internal fighting energy flowed rapidly, as if excited and having found its origin. These sensations further confirmed Rod’s suspicions and ideas, filling him with excitement.

“Your defensive magic?” Calming down, Rod asked Lucy in confusion. Greenish flames—he had never seen them before. What kind of existence were they?

“Netherfire. You should know—over half a year ago, I entered the Nether Mountains to undergo the trial of the Nether Hellfire. I eventually succeeded in merging with it, and this magic evolved from that Nether Hellfire. Netherhellfire is the most yin-flamed fire in the world. Its temperature is very low, but its lethality is high. In such a gloomy place, Netherhellfire is the best defense. Moreover, it seems capable of devouring the yin energy here to grow stronger!”

Speaking of this, Lucy gradually became excited. If Netherhellfire grew stronger, her own strength would surely increase—this was definitely a good thing.

“Hmm, quite amazing. Alright, let’s first collect the magical cores of these beasts!” Nodding, Rod had no doubts and secretly admired Netherhellfire. Truly, anything could exist in this world. At the same time, seeing the piles of flesh around him, Rod said excitedly, “We can’t waste such a good opportunity. These beasts are all divine-level advanced monsters. Their cores are worth a fortune.”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile bitterly at Rod’s actions. It was the first time she had met someone like him.

After some effort, the two reaped a lot, and only then did they feel relieved. Looking around, they found themselves on a rock, hundreds of meters above a deep abyss. Below that lay the true depths of the canyon—seemingly just a protruding area.

Pulses of suction force indicated hidden secrets below. Rod and Lucy exchanged glances. They had no intention of going down right away. Looking up, they saw there was no way up either. They could only rest here for a while before going down to see if they could find a way out.

Sitting in lotus position, Lucy began to restore her magical energy under the protection of Netherhellfire. As for Rod, he started restoring his fighting energy while trying to interact with the yin energy. Who knew what unexpected gains he might achieve?

Slowly drawing his mental energy back into his body, he began guiding external elements into it. The elements here were very thin, less than one-tenth of those outside, but still far better than the void spaces he had entered before. As the elements entered his body, that same oppressive aura appeared again, filled with intense death energy and resentment. The moment it entered his body, it started to wreak havoc. Perhaps others would have gone mad or encountered serious trouble at this point, but Rod was an exception. His internal fighting energy became instantly excited upon sensing this aura and rushed at it like a wolf or tiger, swiftly absorbing all the resentment and death energy and integrating it into his own energy for use. Delighted by this discovery, Rod realized he had been right. The next moment, he deliberately guided these energies into his body. Such energies were rare elsewhere, but where was this place? It was a battlefield of death, and more precisely, its core area. With such dense energy, it flooded into his body wildly as he absorbed it, making his fighting energy even more frenzied and excited, accepting it all. After repeated cycles of absorption, Rod felt his fighting energy seem to solidify slightly, and its color changed once again, turning black-gray. With a faint sigh, he thought to himself that his fighting energy was like a chameleon, constantly changing color—he really didn’t know why. Even the core of his fighting energy changed along with its color! After what seemed like a long time, Rod finally felt his body reach a state of fullness. Then he exhaled a puff of foul air, stopped his cultivation, and opened his eyes. A flash of brilliance passed by—the benefits of this cultivation were unimaginable; it had even allowed his fighting energy to solidify slightly, giving his strength a slight boost again! Such results were beyond imagination in the outside world; it would take at least a year or two to achieve them. At this moment, Rod felt utterly powerful and exhilarated, unable to resist the urge to howl. “Big brother, have you finished cultivating?” Lucy’s voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw that Lucy had already finished cultivating and was guarding beside him, looking at Rod with a hint of emotion. “Mm, how about you?”

“Well, it’s really strange here. My Nether Hellfire can actually grow here. I felt it growing just now—although it’s only a little, it’s enough. If this continues, it won’t be long before it undergoes its first transformation!” Lucy said excitedly when talking about cultivation.
“Oh? Is that so? That’s good. Hehe, I find the gases here are helpful to me too. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to worry. Let’s get ready and head down soon!” Rod said after thinking for a moment.
Lucy didn’t ask further about Rod’s words and nodded in agreement. Looking at the swirling depths below, both of them couldn’t help but feel anxious—what kind of situation would they encounter? What was there down there, and why was there such a terrifying suction force?