Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 13 Dark and Netherworld Transforms into a Heavenly Ghost, Chains Solidify in the Nine Nether

For thousands of years, Zi Chen had been searching for the whereabouts of the Four Heavens and Four Darknesses. After he killed Cangtian, he formed a karmic bond with the Four Heavens and Four Darknesses.

The Four Heavens and Four Netherworlds are all innate deities born from the Heavenly Dao, and their fortunes are interconnected. After Zi Chen killed Cang Tian, ​​the fortunes of the other three Heavens and four Netherworlds became subtly linked to him. As long as he gets close enough, he can sense their presence, and of course, they can also sense him.

Finally, on this day, Zi Chen sensed an extremely cold aura.

The aura emanated from the depths of the earth, dark, cold, and deathly silent, carrying with it a greedy intent to devour all life.

Zi Chen followed the aura and sank into the earth, passing through layers of rock and countless underground rivers, finally arriving at a dark space shrouded in endless death energy.

Darkness.

One of the Four Underworlds, it controls a quarter of the earth's origin and is the first ghost in the primordial world.

The form of the Yinming is completely different from that of the Cangtian. The Cangtian is the sky, high above, looking down on all living beings; the Yinming is a ghost, lurking in the depths of the netherworld, devouring all living beings.

Yinming's appearance was terrifying; its body was emaciated, like a skeleton covered in skin, and its body was filled with a thick, almost liquid, deathly aura.

"You killed Cangtian." Yinming's voice was hoarse and grating, like two pieces of dry bone rubbing together: "I can smell the aura of his origin."

Zi Chen did not deny it.

The ghostly flames blazed brightly in Yinming's eye sockets, and a morbid excitement appeared on his face.

"Very well, very well indeed. By devouring you, I will become the head of the Four Heavens and Four Netherworlds, the number one person under the Heavenly Dao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yinming opened his mouth and spat out.

Endless death energy surged from his mouth, transforming into a vast black ocean that swept towards Zi Chen.

In the vast ocean of deathly energy, countless ghostly figures surged, some resembling skeletons, some like vengeful spirits, some with disheveled hair, and some with ferocious faces. All the ghosts cried out, their voices shaking the nine netherworlds.

The wailing sound was sharp and piercing, carrying a power that struck the soul directly. If an ordinary Golden Immortal were here, his soul would probably be shaken out of his body by the wailing sound.

Zi Chen remained calm as a three-legged round cauldron flew out from his sleeve.

The entire body of the cauldron is pitch black, and countless golden talismans and cloud-like characters are engraved on its walls; it is none other than the Nine Nether Cauldron.

Zi Chen slammed his palm onto the cauldron, causing the Nine Nether Cauldron to tremble violently and emit a muffled hum. An indescribable suction force surged from the cauldron's mouth, like an invisible maw, sucking in the vast ocean of deathly energy spewed out by Yin Ming, along with the ghostly figures of ten thousand ghosts wailing in unison.

The ghosts struggled and wailed within the cauldron, and death energy surged and clashed within it, but the Nine Nether Cauldron remained unmoved. The golden talismans and cloud-like characters on the cauldron's walls lit up one by one, and with each talisman that lit up, a group of ghostly figures were suppressed and refined.

A faint light emanated from the cauldron, devouring all the ghosts and transforming them into the power of the Nine Nether Cauldron itself.

Upon seeing this, Yin Ming's eyes blazed even brighter with ghostly fire. He flipped his hands, and a strange magical artifact emerged from his palms.

This was an iron wheel, entirely black, with edges as sharp as knives. Countless twisted ghostly patterns were engraved on its surface. When the iron wheel turned, it emitted a piercing friction sound, and death energy swirled and cut across its surface, shattering the entire dark space into pieces.

The Netherworld Iron Wheel is a top-tier innate spiritual treasure.

Yinming raised the Netherworld Iron Wheel high and then hurled it out.

The moment the iron wheel left his hand, it suddenly expanded, transforming into a colossal object, like a giant black star, crashing down on Zi Chen with an aura that could crush everything.

As the iron wheel turned, it sliced ​​smooth lines through the void, shattered the rock layers deep within the earth, and even swallowed the darkness itself, turning it into part of its power.

Zi Chen slapped the Nine Nether Cauldron again.

The cauldron trembled violently, and nine beams of dark light shot into the sky from its mouth.

Dark light intertwined and condensed in the void, transforming into a gigantic hand that filled the sky.

The giant hand was entirely black, with the purest Netherworld energy surging between its palm lines. Its five fingers were spread out like a black canopy, steadily supporting the falling Netherworld Iron Wheel.

The iron wheel spun violently in the large hand, its sharp rim cutting into the palm of the hand, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Sparks flew everywhere, each one containing death energy powerful enough to incinerate mountains and boil seas. The giant hand was cut with cracks by the iron wheel, but the cracks were repaired as soon as they appeared by the Netherworld energy surging from the Nine Nether Cauldron, which held the iron wheel firmly in place, preventing it from falling even an inch.

The two remained locked in a stalemate in the void, the iron wheel spinning endlessly while the giant hand remained unmoved. The dark space trembled violently from their collision, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Yinming's expression turned sinister, and his body suddenly swelled up. His emaciated body rapidly grew larger under the infusion of death energy, his bones extended, and his skin bulged. In just a few breaths, Yinming transformed into a towering, earth-shaking celestial ghost.

The Heavenly Demon was ten thousand feet tall, its body surging with liquid death energy. Its eyes were like two eerie green suns, looking down at Zi Chen as if he were an ant.

With its mouth open, the Heavenly Demon let out a roar that shook the Nine Netherworlds.

Amidst the roar, the Netherworld Iron Wheel in Yin Ming's hand shone brightly, and the power of the iron wheel surged at this moment. The large hand was pressed down by the iron wheel and sank several feet, and the cracks in the palm increased, and the speed of repair gradually could not keep up with the speed of being cut.

Zi Chen raised his head, looked at the sky-covering demons, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and made a grasping motion with his right hand.

Within the Nine Nether Cauldron, boundless death energy condensed, transforming into chains as black as ink.

Chains flew out from the mouth of the cauldron, like countless venomous snakes, and coiled around the celestial demon.

The demon swung its arm, trying to break the chains, but the moment the chains touched its arm, they clung to it tightly like a bone-deep infection, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not break free.

The chains bound the demon's arms, legs, torso, and neck.

Countless chains bound the Heavenly Demon into a giant black cocoon, leaving only its hideous head exposed.

The Heavenly Demon opened its massive maw and spewed out a dark green beam of light that shot straight toward Zi Chen.

This beam of light was the essence of death energy condensed by Yin Ming from its own origin, containing the power to devour all life. Wherever it passed, even the void was corroded with dark cracks.

Zi Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he gently rotated the five fingers of his right hand.

The countless chains binding the Heavenly Demon tightened simultaneously.

More yin energy and turbid qi burst forth from the chains, like countless black waterfalls cascading down the Heavenly Demon's body.

The yin energy and turbid energy collided with the death energy beams spewed out by the celestial demon, producing a deafening roar. It was two forces of the same origin but different nature tearing at each other and annihilating each other.

The hissing sound was incessant, like a red-hot iron being plunged into cold water.

The power of the Heavenly Demon was indeed formidable. The Yin and turbid Qi surging from the chains were constantly eroded by the death energy pillar, and fine cracks began to appear on the chains themselves.

The celestial ghost, formed from the Yin and Yang, struggled frantically, breaking dozens of chains with each struggle. However, the chains surging from the Nine Nether Cauldron were endless; for every broken chain, ten more were added, and for every ten broken chains, a hundred more were added, thus binding the celestial ghost tightly.