C138 (1/2)

The Netherworld Sect's terrain was peculiar, on the remaining veins of a mountain range, going to the west, would be the Demonic Beast mountain range that spanned across the land, where Demonic Beast roamed, full of danger. If a normal person did not have a powerful technique, they would have died.

To the southeast was a city where the human race was as numerous as the stars in the sky. The city represented the enormous and ancient kingdom of the dukes, Ninesuns City.

From the eastern part of Nine Yang City, a large river snaked its way through, leaving a grand trail behind it. It brought life to humans, demons, beasts, and other races.

These three aspects were considered relatively familiar to the Netherworld Sect disciples. Even if it was the Demonic Beast mountain range, many disciples had tried to enter before.

However, very few people knew that it was at the northern side of the Netherworld Sect.

The gray mountain range full of exotic winds cut off the road to the north and blocked the view.

When the Netherworld Sect disciples entered the sect, they were told never to cross that mountain range. As for why, the clan rules did not explain.

Even though it was called a mountain range, it actually seemed like a cliff. However, this cliff was just too huge, standing at the peak of over 10,000 zhang.

The late autumn was about to end, and the beginning of winter was about to arrive.

The cold wind had already blown away all the light on the cliff. Everything had been mercilessly killed in the dead of winter.

This was a land of death, where not even the most powerful type of life force, Mountain Grass, could survive.

The night was so dark that there was not even the slightest bit of light in the sky. At this moment, the cliff was quietly submerged in the night, like an old dragon that had been lurking in the dark.

However, in a certain corner of the cliff, a small wooden house appeared in the darkness. In front of the wooden house was a hot spring, and beside the hot spring, a woman slowly walked into the dense steam without her light yellow dress.

There was a lantern hanging outside the wooden house. The red light covered her white skin. The soft and smooth color would allow even the most picky person to find the slightest flaw.

The woman's face had a natural jade-like color, as if a beautiful jade carving had landed on her face. Her delicate lips were red and thin, her white teeth were like braid, and her nose was perky. She was small, and dignified, and gentle, and agile.

Begonia in the human world, devastatingly beautiful woman, beautiful woman with a crescent moon and tender fingers, the praises of the world, no matter how stunning they were, were insufficient to describe her peerless appearance.

She was perfect. Whether it was her skin, figure, temperament, or connotation, they were all indescribably mesmerizing.

If there was a fairy in this world, then she was the first amongst the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.

The dim light of the lamp swayed in the wind.

As for the woman, she moved up and down in the hot spring, using her jade-like fingers to stir up water droplets that flowed between her collarbones.

As the water flowed, not a single mark could be left on her skin. It was like a drizzle in March that couldn't make a sound on the lotus leaves.

Long jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, and her soft hands felt softer than the finest brocade in the world. The fragrance of her hair spread out in all directions along the hot spring.

After bathing for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the woman got up, put on her clothes, and walked into the house.

Inside, there was a memorial tablet on a altar by the wall.

Three large words were written on the tablet: Ling Yunzi's position; at the bottom left corner, three small words were carved: Yin Yao as offering.