Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Entering the Underworld Realm (Part 1)

The wisp of Purple Qi, a legendary entity born at the dawn of the world under the great sun’s radiance, is said to purify both body and soul, enhance root bone potential, extend life, and elevate cultivation level. It boasts a myriad of miraculous effects, securing its place among the top ten heavenly materials and treasures.

However, what Changhe Zhenren bestowed upon Wang Chen was not the genuine Purple Qi.

That is a treasure coveted even by a Dao Ancestor!

What Wang Chen received was merely a pseudo-wisp of Purple Qi, refined from the great sun’s purple energy. While it pales in comparison to the real thing, it remains an exceedingly rare and valuable asset.

This single wisp of Purple Qi is sufficient for Wang Chen’s cultivation needs for three years!

Moreover, its efficacy far surpasses that of the great sun’s purple energy.

There was a rationale behind Changhe Zhenren’s gift of this Purple Qi to Wang Chen; most small worlds are incapable of absorbing the great sun’s purple energy, making it unsuitable for Purple Palace cultivators.

Given that Wang Chen chose the Underworld Realm, a place with an even more hostile cultivation environment, this wisp of Purple Qi ensures that his daily practice will not impede his progress.

Additionally, this imitation Purple Qi holds little value for Golden Core true masters, which is why Wang Chen was granted such a priceless reward.

In a way, this was the karmic fruit of Wang Chen’s assistance to Meng Fei.

Upon returning to Wailing City, Wang Chen organized his Xumi Ring, allocating a portion of spirit stones, elixirs, and talismans to Xu Xinlan for the future cultivation needs of Meng Fei’s Younger Siblings.

When extending favors, one must do so thoroughly, without leaving loose ends.

Meng Fei and his two sisters had been accepted as disciples by Changhe Zhenren, and with his innate talent, Meng Fei was destined to rise rapidly, with a future full of limitless potential.

As for the children with lesser or no talent, with dedicated cultivation and nurturing, they too might achieve significant accomplishments and become valuable allies to Xu Xinlan.

From any perspective, Wang Chen’s current investment is entirely justified.

When Xu Xinlan learned of Wang Chen’s impending departure, despite her profound reluctance, it transformed into a poignant tenderness, making their final moments together deeply memorable.

If love endures, does it matter if it’s not day by day?

Reflecting on verses of parting, Wang Chen quietly severed the emotional bonds that entwined him and once again embarked on his personal journey.

Descending into the Underworld.

Among the small worlds governed by the West Sea Sect, the Underworld Realm stands out as particularly unique.

Most of this world is enveloped in mist and darkness, with only areas illuminated by the Nether Moon allowing clear visibility. The pervasive dark energy in the atmosphere spawns numerous evil spirits and monsters.

For Dao cultivators, the Underworld Realm is undeniably an uncomfortable place.

While spiritual energy exists here, it is heavily tainted with dark energy, making it unsuitable for direct absorption and necessitating conversion through formations.

Furthermore, the effectiveness of Dao techniques is often diminished in the Underworld Realm.

However, the realm yields many resources highly prized by the immortal sect, including ores, spiritual materials, herbs, and the Evil Energy Pearls dropped by evil spirits.

Thus, despite the arduous nature of exploration, the West Sea Sect continuously dispatches cultivators to the Underworld Realm to expand their domain and vigorously exploit the world’s resources and wealth.

Wang Chen descended into the Underworld Realm via the sect’s grand formation.

He must admit, this was the most unpleasant teleportation experience he had ever endured.

The entire teleport process felt as though the world was spinning, and every inch of Wang Chen’s muscles and bones seemed on the verge of being torn apart. His Sea of Consciousness felt as if it were being violently stirred with a club, plunging his thoughts into utter chaos.

This agonizingly long process was nearly unbearable, pushing him to the brink of despair.

When the teleport finally ended and Wang Chen’s awareness began to return, he heard the sound of retching nearby.

He was not the only disciple of the West Sea Sect descending into the Underworld Realm.

There were thirty-seven others with him!

“Don’t vomit here,” a teasing voice echoed in everyone’s ears. “Otherwise, you’ll have to clean it up yourselves.”

Hearing this voice, Wang Chen felt a strange sensation in his heart.

He turned toward the source of the voice and saw a young cultivator standing in front of the formations, smiling as he said, “Fellow disciples, welcome to the Underworld Realm!”

Wang Chen glanced at him briefly before quickly surveying his surroundings.

He found himself in the center of a grand hall.

The patterns on the floor still emitted a lightly glowing light, and the aura of spiritual energy was rapidly dissipating.

Eight massive coiling dragon stone pillars surrounded the space, supporting a towering dome, while Obsidian Lamps hung on the walls, illuminating every detail of the hall.

The disciples who had arrived with Wang Chen were no ordinary individuals; they quickly adapted and regained their composure.

“Alright,” the young cultivator clapped his hands and said, “Let me introduce myself. I am Bai Wuchang, the guidance envoy of the Underworld Realm. You may call me Brother Bai.”

One of the disciples couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Bai, where are we now?”

“In the Underworld Realm, Wei Fa City, within the Guardian Hall!” Bai Wuchang replied. “You are the twenty-third group of disciples I am responsible for guiding. Follow me, everyone.”

With that, Wang Chen and the others followed the guidance envoy out of the so-called Guardian Hall.

As soon as they stepped outside, the sight before them made many gasp in shock.

They had all known beforehand that the environment of the Underworld Realm was harsh and unsuitable for cultivators.

They had mentally prepared themselves.

Yet, experiencing it firsthand made them realize how naive their previous assumptions had been.

Inside and outside the hall felt like two entirely different worlds.

Inside, they had barely felt anything, with only the spiritual energy being somewhat sparse.

But stepping outside revealed that the previous location had been nothing short of a paradise!

The air outside was saturated with a chilling dark energy, making them feel as though they had Instant plunged into an icy abyss, freezing them from head to toe, with every hair on their bodies standing on end.

High above in the sky hung a silvery-gray full moon, casting a cold and desolate glow.

Surrounding the Guardian Hall were numerous buildings, mostly constructed from lead-gray or black-gray materials, resembling a dark forest of stone, with faint dots of light scattered throughout.

There was no bustling city noise, no lively human presence; this place felt more like the realm of the dead!

The dark energy was bone-chilling!

Some disciples couldn’t endure it and immediately activated their spiritual energy to shield themselves, restoring their complexions to normal.

“It’s better here in the city,” Bai Wuchang said with a slight smirk. “Once you venture into the wild, you’ll truly understand the severity of this place.”

He didn’t elaborate further and led everyone to a nearby side hall.

“I’ll keep this brief,” Bai Wuchang said straightforwardly. “You all know your tasks. I will now assign you your areas for expansion and distribute your resources. You may stay in Wei Fa City for three days to familiarize yourselves with the environment. After that, you must head to your assigned areas, or face punishment according to the sect rules!”

At this, Wang Chen and his fellow disciples immediately grew tense.