Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

Chapter 837: Chapter 327: Second Rank Expandable Fortunes (Double Chapter)

Xu Duan shook his head: "Many things have happened because of Fu Dongsen."

He Dongxing sighed: "Indeed, we were all wrong back then."

Xu Duan: "Once wrong, it’s hard to turn back. With Donglou’s temperament, at most it will be like today. He came for Mount Shu, not for us. But even considering Mount Shu’s bond, one day it too will come to an end..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

In the midst of speaking, others approached the sect summit of Mount Shu Sect.

They were people from the Tang Imperial Family, led by King Zhang Zhen of Weiyang, who came to support after receiving news from the summit.

Watching the dust settle and hearing the Shushan sect members recount the events, King Zhang Zhen of Weiyang was equally shocked.

Immediately, as he quickly compiled information to report to Empress Zhang Wantong, he assisted the Mount Shu Sect members in sealing the void gateway underground leading to the Netherworld.

The Netherworld situation is special, somewhat similar to the Earth Sea.

Although the domain’s changes aren’t as violent as those in the Earth Sea, sealing it is equally difficult.

This time, Mount Shu was determined to eliminate future troubles.

Therefore, aside from Ye Dongming and others who were recuperating, all other very High Merit Elders were dispatched, joining Sect Leader Zhang Taigang in wielding the North Abyss Divine Spear together.

The North Abyss Divine Spear was directly left in the earth veins, generating a large amount of North Abyss Mysterious Ice to assist in sealing the Netherworld entrance, finally sealing it completely.

However, Zhang Taigang, Xu Duan, Zhang Dongyuan, and others did not feel relieved.

If ever a passage is reborn between the Netherworld and the Great Tang Realm, even if elsewhere, the Inner Mount Shu Sect people may still stage a comeback to retaliate against the Tang Shushan Faction.

.........

Meanwhile, in the Netherworld.

An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan fled back.

The pale, deathly still world instead gave them a sense of peace.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls unfurled, attracting vast amounts of dark energy gathering into masses of black fog.

The black fog ceaselessly nourished the damaged magical treasures.

In the distance, on the deathly still world, heaps of white bones accumulated into mountains.

A few cultivators sat together at the foot of the Bone Mountain, refining magic artifacts.

These cultivators were all dressed in plain clothes and straw sandals, disguised as Shu Mountain disciples.

From within the bones, continuous streams of dark green energy seeped out, which were then refined by these cultivators into their respective magic artifacts.

But just at this moment, an enormous suction force suddenly came from above.

A vast amount of dark green ghostly energy was all sucked away.

Some of the dark green energy that was about to be sealed into the magic artifacts altered path halfway, also rising and flying upward.

Some cultivators, focused intently on their refining, couldn’t help but curse at the sudden change: "Who is so greedy?"

He looked up, his voice cutting off abruptly.

In the sky, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls was drifting by with An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan.

An and Li did not pause, seemingly ignoring the cursing below.

Yet the Shu Mountain cultivators were frozen in place, eyes dull, unfocused.

Their spiritual souls were captured and seized from their shells, rising alongside the dark green energy into the sky, joining the black fog around the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The other cultivators on the Bone Mountain below bore normal expressions, remaining calm, only stopping their artifact refining in unison to bow upwards, respectfully bidding farewell to the two high merit elders and the precious Banner of Ten Thousand Souls as they departed.

The black fog around the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls continually expanded and condensed, gradually forming a black cloud, drifting in the Netherworld.

Cao Heng, a disciple of An Zhiyu, appeared ahead, coming forward to greet: "Master, Uncle Li..."

Seeing that Zhou Zheng and Mu Sheng were gone, she swallowed her latter words forcefully.

"How many orchards are mature and ready to pick now?" An Zhiyu asked.

Cao Heng: "Currently there are three, if we wait a few more years, there can be a fourth."

An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads: "Three it is, let’s go now."

The black cloud supporting the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls continued to drift forward.

A moment later, the world ahead seemed slightly brighter.

Drawing closer, the Netherworld was unexpectedly carved into vast regions, like one small kingdom after another.

On each separate territory, there were city after city, village after village distributed just like in the Red Dust world outside the Netherworld.

Inhabitants lived and worked there in peace, with blue skies and white clouds overhead, bathed in sunlight year-round.

However, all of this was an illusion crafted by the Inner Mount Shu Cultivators.

"Master, Uncle Li, Garden A 07, Garden B10," Cao Heng pointed for An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan to see: "And over there, Garden G 02."

An Zhiyu nodded: "The growth is good."

She sat cross-legged in the black fog, her immortal soul communicating with the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. freewёbnoνel.com

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls quivered slightly, first moving to hover over the so-called Garden A 07 that Cao Heng pointed out.

There it was like a small mortal world.

The people living there suddenly felt the sunlight above disappear, and the sky darkened.

Everyone assumed it was normal weather change, paying it no mind.

Until, one by one, they silently and quietly collapsed.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls paused over Garden A 07 for a moment before drifting away.

Then moved to the other two places.

When it finished passing through the three regions, the rifts on the surface of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls had visibly healed.

However, its aura was still not as strong as before.

"This is all we can do for now," An Zhiyu sighed softly.

Li Yuanyuan nodded silently.

They drifted away with the black fog surrounding the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The three regions they paused over were now deathly silent, devoid of any sound.

Cao Heng remained, leading other Inner Mount Shu members to start clearing these three regions.

Later, new populations would be moved here to repopulate and thrive again.

Just as one would anticipate fruit trees to bear fruit again...

At this moment, An Zhiyu and Li Yuanyuan, with the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, reached the center of the Netherworld region.