Chapter 0393: Eight Hundred Years Have Passed

Time passed.
After Huang Long and Bradd returned to the Ancient Forest, they hunted the primal beasts while taming the mutated primal beasts, advancing deeper and deeper into the forest.
Ten years passed.
The army of mutated primal beasts grew from 1.5 million to 1.6 million.
Throughout these eight hundred years, Huang Long’s main goal had been to tame the mutated primal beasts. As for reaching the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, he had no expectations. In his past life, Huang Long only reached that level during the period from Pangu creating the world to the era of deification in the primordial times. Eight hundred years was but a fleeting moment compared to his past life. Even if there were no obstacles to his cultivation this time, it would still be very difficult to reach Taiyi Golden Immortal in just eight hundred years.
Gradually, another hundred years passed.
A hundred years later, one day, the two arrived at the Nimeng Mountains once again.
Upon reaching the Nimeng Mountains, each of them had their own thoughts.
Bradd gazed at the mountains, recalling memories, his eyes filled with nostalgia and even a hint of deep affection. After a while, he turned his gaze away, looking at Huang Long hesitantly.
“What do you want to say? Go ahead,” said Huang Long, sensing Bradd’s unusual state. Though Bradd hadn’t spoken yet, Huang Long could vaguely guess what he wanted to say.
“Young master, I want to leave for some time,” Bradd said hesitantly, not daring to look at Huang Long after speaking.
Back then, Huang Long had saved him from the valley’s rock forest, and he had sworn to serve as Huang Long’s guard. Logically, he shouldn’t have such a request, nor should he have the right to ask it. In his view, this request was excessive.
But just as Bradd felt ashamed, Huang Long nodded and said, “Then go.”
Bradd was stunned and raised his head, “Young master, are you serious? Really letting me leave?”
Huang Long smiled and said, “If I let you leave, it doesn’t mean you won’t return, right?”
“But…” Bradd shook his head. “No, I promised to protect your safety. If I leave, what about your safety?” Now, it was he who didn’t want to leave.
Huang Long shook his head. “You know my strength now. As long as I stay outside the core area of the Ancient Forest, there’s no danger.”
“Hmm…” Bradd fell silent. He knew Huang Long was telling the truth.
A hundred years had passed, and now Huang Long’s army of mutated primal beasts had grown to over two million, nearly 2.5 million!
With an army of 2.5 million mutated primal beasts and Huang Long’s current strength, they were no longer afraid even of top-tier experts at level eight—unless it was an unparalleled genius.

“Actually, I want to leave for a while to regain control of the forces in the Nimeng Mountains from before,” Bradd explained to Yellow Dragon after a while. Although he had been imprisoned in the valley’s stone forests for over 20 billion years, and his forces had been persecuted, slaughtered, and subdued by KunKun Nier of the Riga Mountains, there were still some remnants scattered across the Ancient Forest. These remaining forces were quite formidable once brought under control.

“That’s good,” Yellow Dragon nodded and said, “I’ll have Xil and the others help you.” With a thought, he summoned Xil, the two-headed demon tiger, along with the Twelve Beasts from the Group of Immortals Pavilion. During the Hundred-Year Trial, Yellow Dragon had come to the Nimeng Mountains and accidentally witnessed Xil fighting fiercely against Cliff, the Azure-Scaled Cloud Lion. Later, he followed Xil to the valley and saved Bradd—seemingly as if fate had it so.

“No need, young master. Your safety is important. I can go alone to regain control,” Bradd said urgently, shaking his head when he saw that Yellow Dragon wanted Xil and the Twelve Beasts to assist him. Xil and the other twelve superior divine mutated beasts were also a strong protective force for Yellow Dragon. Bradd felt he had already failed Yellow Dragon by leaving, so how could he ask them to follow him again?

Yellow Dragon thought for a moment and said, “Alright then.” Although Xil could help Bradd, he might also slow him down. Bradd’s strength wouldn’t be significantly affected whether he had Xil and the others or not. Thus, Yellow Dragon and Bradd parted ways. Seven hundred years later, they returned to this place and then went back to the Lu Ning headquarters.

Throughout this journey, with Bradd, a peerless warrior, by his side, Yellow Dragon had been able to hunt and subdue mutated beasts much faster. However, this also restricted his actions. For example, using his avatar form! At present, Yellow Dragon didn’t want to reveal his ability to create avatars to Bradd. After all, the idea of having twelve divine avatars alone was already hard for Bradd to accept. If suddenly he appeared with over two thousand avatars, even such a peerless warrior as Bradd might faint. So throughout the journey, Yellow Dragon hadn’t used his two thousand avatars, which slowed down the process of subduing mutated beasts.

Now, with Bradd gone, Yellow Dragon could act freely without any constraints. Supported by the continuous transformation of his Immortal Essence into magical power, over two thousand avatars surrounded him, working together with him to advance and sweep through everything in their path. Eventually, Yellow Dragon even divided these two thousand avatars into 200 groups, each group consisting of a dozen avatars, leading 10,000 mutated beasts to advance toward the Ancient Forest from 200 different directions. As Yellow Dragon delved deeper into the Ancient Forest, all the original beasts within millions of miles around his main body disappeared completely.

Thus, a strange phenomenon emerged: those godly powerhouses who came to the Ancient Forest to undergo trials or hunt beasts found that along a specific route within the forest, not a single primal beast could be found within millions of miles! This area seemed to have become a forbidden zone for primal beasts. This phenomenon gradually spread, and by the end, it became even more widespread. “Have you heard? There’s an area in the Ancient Forest where not a single primal beast can be found!” “I’ve heard of this too. One of my brothers went there for a trial and said it was eerily quiet; he thought he had entered the domain of some peerless powerhouse’s primal beast.” “Do you think it might be because some peerless powerhouse suddenly decided to hunt beasts frantically?” “Which peerless powerhouse? Though they are extremely powerful, it’s impossible for them to do this alone. Some say it might be done by a dozen or so advanced beastmasters working together to subdue primal beasts.” “A dozen advanced beastmasters?! That can’t be right. How many advanced beastmasters are there in the entire Netherworld?” The Luning family, the foremost family in the Netherworld, only has five advanced beastmasters! The godly powerhouses speculated and debated, with various theories. However, no matter what they said, the phenomenon continued for eight hundred years. Although some godly powerhouses couldn’t resist their curiosity and tried to investigate, they never returned with any news. Even some major families in the Netherworld sent their strongest members, but they too vanished without a trace. When even an eighth-level King of the Netherworld went there and disappeared, no one dared to explore further. Eventually, the speculation evolved into the idea that it was some legendary beastmaster trying to subdue primal beasts. After all, this was the only explanation that made sense. Otherwise, where had all these primal beasts gone? Killed? Which peerless powerhouse would go to the trouble of killing so many primal beasts just for fun? Collecting primal beast crystals to sell for divine stones? That was even less likely, as divine stones represented immense wealth in the eyes of peerless powerhouses. Although no one knew the speed at which a legendary beastmaster could subdue primal beasts, only such a being’s powerful spiritual energy could allow them to travel trillions of miles deep, with no primal beasts found within millions of miles around. How many were there? Billions? Trillions? Quadrillions? Yet eventually, some began to doubt whether such a legendary beastmaster—something so terrifying that even peerless powerhouses feared—could really subdue primal beasts at such a speed and control so many of them? Eight hundred years passed. The phenomenon persisted, and despite everyone’s suspicions, no one truly knew the answer.

Eight hundred years have passed, yet the Underworld remains the same—filled with battles, bloodshed, and cruelty.
In the Nimeng Mountains, Brad stood high in the sky, with countless primal beasts surrounding him—these were the remnants of the forces he had subdued over the past few hundred years.
From afar, their number was no less than ten million!
Back in the day, when Brad ruled the Nimeng Mountains, he had hundreds of millions of subordinates.
“All these years later, I wonder how the young master is doing?” Brad murmured to himself. As the time agreed upon with Huang Long approached, Brad led his subordinates to wait respectfully for his arrival.
“The young master will surely be surprised to see this many of my subordinates,” Brad said with a soft laugh. He could already imagine Huang Long’s shock upon seeing the over ten million primal beasts behind Brad. At the same time, he felt the pride of being the once-great ruler of the Nimeng Mountains.
Suddenly, a figure rushed toward them at incredible speed—from afar, it seemed like a person riding a primal beast.
“It’s the young master!” Brad exclaimed in delight upon seeing him. He saw Huang Long riding the Chaos Primal Beast, the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, toward them.
Since Brad already knew Huang Long’s mount, the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, he wasn’t surprised.
Soon, to Brad’s joy, Huang Long arrived on Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, Zherom.
“Young master!” Brad quickly bowed in greeting.
Immediately after Brad’s voice, the over ten million primal beasts behind him all respectfully shouted, “Young master!”
Their unified cry shook the surrounding area for hundreds of thousands of miles.
Huang Long had seen the primal beasts behind Brad from afar and was still somewhat surprised—unexpecting that over these centuries, Brad had gathered such a formidable force again.
Seeing Huang Long’s surprised expression, Brad felt a slight sense of pride.
Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, Zherom, sensed Brad’s pride and rolled its beast eyes. If only Brad knew about the mutated primal beasts his master had subdued over these eight hundred years, he likely wouldn’t be so proud anymore.
Eight hundred years had passed, and the Land of Forgetfulness would open in about eighty years. However, there were only fifty years left before the Runing family led their descendants to that place. So after meeting up with Huang Long, Brad made detailed arrangements for his forces, and the two returned to the Runing headquarters.
On their way back, they heard rumors along the way.
“A legendary beast driver?” Huang Long smiled inwardly.