The other person sinisterly said, “Master, Daoist Yuanqing has cut all ties with the Underworld Demon Sect and now this person is raining on our parade. I need to teach him a lesson.”

　　He was not afraid as Shen Lian was just an incarnation of the sword aura.

　　Shen Lian responded, “Fellow Daoist, your Yin energy is strong and your breath is fierce. You must be Hungry Ghost Path Master.”

　　“There is no use even if you recognized me,” the Hungry Ghost Path Master answered coldly.

　　He released a dash of Xuanshui of the Netherworld with the intention of polluting the incarnation of Shen Lian. However, the Xuanshui only managed to wrap Shen Lian and had no effect on him.

　　Ye Liuyun spoke in a gentle voice, “Ghost Master, there is no need to be furious. The incarnation of Zhenren Shen’s sword aura could transform reality into fantasy. He is as impressive as the ancestor’s Blood Shadow Technique and we could really learn from him.”

　　He unhurriedly tried to calm the Ghost Master down.

　　Shen Lian said, “Brother Liuyun, you are becoming more and more unfathomable. I have something to ask you. Why is there a secret path from the Underworld Demon Sect that leads to Qing Xuan?”

　　Ye Liuyun smiled, “You will have to ask senior Yuanqing about that.”

　　Shen Lian responded, “Then I will have to look for Founding Master Yuanqing. It is alright if you are not willing to tell me. We will definitely meet again sometime in the future.”

　　After finishing his sentence, the incarnation of Shen Lian dispersed like the starlight. Even someone like the Hungry Ghost Path Master failed to catch him.

　　Ye Liuyun sighed, “Isn’t it sufficient to have one Ye Liuyun in this world? Why must there also be a Shen Lian?”

　　The Hungry Ghost Path Master said, “You have always been interested in recruiting this person but at the same time you are so cautious around him. Besides being a brilliant person and a quick cultivator, I really do not see how is he better than you.”

　　Ye Liuyun responded, “Ghost Master, although you are a fragmented reincarnation spirit of Fengdu’s Great Emperor and come from an extraordinary background, regardless of how powerful the Great Emperor was, Shen Lian would eventually outdo him.”

　　The Hungry Ghost Path Master sneered. “Even if he was a true disciple of a Daoist Master, he would never outdo my previous life. I am sure he does not have what it takes to do so.”

　　Ye Liuyun squinted his eyes and said, “Simple. Because he is brilliant.”

　　The Hungry Ghost Path Master felt an unexplainable chilling sensation in the words of Ye Liuyun.

　　…

　　Although there were some hiccups at the Buddha’s Birthday Celebration on Mount Qing Xuan, it still achieved its objective. At least twelve immortal Zhenrens expressed their determination to follow Shen Lian to the Netherworld and the cultivators affiliated to Qing Xuan too did not object to the idea. After all, the influence of Qing Xuan was deeply planted in them and it would be very difficult for them to form an anti-organization against the highly ranked personnel of Qing Xuan.

　　With such a huge plan ahead of them, the cultivators first settled their home affairs and then prepared for Shen Lian to lead them to a whole new world. In fact, most of them were actually longing for it to happen.

　　Finally, all the cultivators below the state of immortality have entered the Painting of Mountain, River, and Country.

　　Shen Lian, too, did not waste any time and prepared to return to the Netherworld.

　　At Zifu Peak, in front of the Taiwei Pavilion, Shen Lian walked towards the willow tree and gazed deeply at the tomb that was covered with luscious green grass. If the mission to the Netherworld went on smoothly, he would take some time off and accompany his senior apprentice-sister for a couple of years. If the mission ended up as a failure, then there would be nothing worth mentioning.

　　The longer he waited, the more attachments and considerations came to his mind. Shen Lian transformed into a form of light and arrived at Taiyi Peak. Fang Yanying, Fahai, Long Quanzi, Hong Yuan and the rest of the twelfth deities too arrived.

　　“Honored Master.”

　　“Uncle Master.”

　　“Zhenren Shen.”

　　They greeted Shen Lian at the same time and could not hide their excitement. This trip to a whole new world was something that even the seniors from the previous era were not capable of.

　　Those who were accomplished would never want to just stay put in their current state.

　　Shen Lian nodded his head, but he did not take off immediately. Instead, he looked toward somewhere far far away. Shortly, a ray of clear light came charging towards them. Even Qing Xuan’s Mountain Defense Formation was not capable of defending them from it.

　　The visitor was a handsome young Daoist.

　　Everyone besides Shen Lian was stunned and never expected him to show up.

　　This young man was no other than Song Qingyi.

　　He said, “Brother Shen, would you bring me along?”

　　Song Qingyi’s eyes were sincere although he did not explain his intentions. But Shen Lian knew better that Song Qingyi wanted to help him.

　　Shen Lian was moved but kept a cool and said, “Sure.”

　　Song Qingyi laughed out loud and walked to the side of Shen Lian.

　　Shen Lian uttered nothing else. He drew out a bloody long sword and stabbed the void. Immediately, the void started to split open and was filled with surging Yin energy, stirring a storm in the void.

　　Shen Lian looked toward Qing Xuan Hall and saw Chen Jinchan bowed down to him. Qing Xuan was passed down throughout the generations and definitely needed someone to lead the school. Chen Jinchan naturally took on this responsibility.

　　Moreover, if there was any mishap in this trip, Chen Jinchan could still pass on the legacy of Qing Xuan. In general, Shen Lian had a lot of hopes for this disciple.

　　Shen Lian nodded his head, leaped towards the void and entered the opening. The fellow deities, too, followed behind him.

　　When Shen Lian and the fellow deities walked out of the opening, they arrived at the Netherworld. There was no sun nor moon at the Netherworld. It was pitched black with minimal light that lighted the bareness of this world.

　　Gusts of colorless Qi started to appear and wrapped around Shen Lian. This was the punishment by the laws of the Netherworld for bringing in a hundred thousand cultivators into the Netherworld.

　　But the current Shen Lian was able to withstand this backlash as he allowed this colorless Qi to infect his body. He then used his Primordial Spirit to refine this Qi and transfer the pure Qi of vitality into the painting of Mountains and Rivers of the God of Earth and Vale for the cultivators to absorb. With this mark of the Netherworld, they would not be infected by the laws.

　　However, Fahai and company did not have it easy. Their faces were slightly distorted as they were fighting against this strange force.

　　Shen Lian did not offer to help them. The Qi of vitality of heaven and earth in the Netherworld was not as vivacious as the Qi of vitality of the earth where Qing Xuan existed. Thus, the power of the different techniques and method would greatly decrease on this side of the world. But that was not exactly a bad thing.

　　As they were battling the determination of the Netherworld, they would also absorb the Qi of vitality of the Netherworld. When combined with the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit would become more condensed and bring benefits to their cultivation.

　　Of course, Shen Lian would help to stabilize their Primordial Spirit if the situation was too tough for them. However, the intention of honing their skills would not reach the maximum effect.

　　Fang Yanying was the most stable of them all. The Qi of vitality drilled into her body like a storm but she did not hesitate to refine it. She was like a sword that was sharpened by the Qi of vitality of the Netherworld. From time to time, she would release sword aura that could break the sky.

　　Song Qingyi and Fahai were second to Fang Yanying. The both of them eventually adapted to the torture and gradually kept their composure to start refining the Qi of vitality.