Chapter 1029 On the Watch (2/2)

Everyone hurriedly looked at the Netherworld River. There was a hazy white light that lit up the upper reaches of the river. Fog gradually covered everyone's vision along with this light and became bigger over time. This fog seemed slow but actually floated over very quickly. When one took a glance, the fog seemed to be white and misty. However, upon closer inspection, one would see that there was a strange silver light roaming about without rest in this white fog. It carried the stern aura of a ghostly thunderbolt.

In the blink of an eye, the fog arrived above the Netherworld River at the Green Stone Sh.o.r.e. The green river water seemed to synthesize with the fog. Then, a faint green light surged into the fog. Unknowingly, the fog became much thinner. If one used spiritual power, one could see through the fog slightly.

As the gathered looked into the fog, a small boat silently appeared from it. Then, a faint figure appeared.

”Let's start.”

As this gloomy voice sounded, there was a rumble. A coffin suddenly appeared from the fog and landed on the Green Stone Sh.o.r.e.

The various great Factions immediately took out the items that they had prepared for this trade. They raised their items in front of them and waited for the Netherworld River Wanderer to choose.

Very quickly, a red spider lily floated from the small boat and slowly landed in front of an insect who was holding a small cauldron. Great joy appeared on the face of his strange insect as it hurriedly and carefully kept the red spider lily. Then, he quickly and gently placed the small cauldron, a prescription, and a set of food and drinks in the open coffin.

Everyone else was very envious, but they could only bury this jealousy for now. This strange insect from the insect race was a messenger from one of the three top Factions. This small cauldron also had a history as a medicine-producing cauldron. It was one of the items that the Great Netherworld River Wanderer had wanted the previous time. Some Factions that had also prepared medicine-producing cauldrons were silent. The medicine cauldron that they had prepared was obviously a far cry from the cauldron that this top Faction had brought. They could only swap it out for the other items that they had prepared in hopes of obtaining the favor of the Netherworld River Wanderer.

Very quickly, the second red spider lily floated over and landed in the hands of a messenger from a top Faction as everyone else watched. This flower was exchanged for a Divine Soul Pill and a technique.

It was obvious that this Boss was very interested in this prescription and technique. However, the problem was, these were the most valuable items in each Faction. They wanted to trick him, but if they were discovered, how would they deal with him in the future?

Thus, many people were conflicted, but there were also those who were not conflicted.

The third flower, the fourth flower…

When the 10th red spider lily fell, the gloomy voice sounded again. ”We will stop here today. Next time, in one month, we will meet at the Demon Cloud Dragon's Head Sh.o.r.e.”

The moment he finished speaking, without waiting for the reactions of the other Factions, the fog suddenly swept away and caused the small boat to disappear from the Netherworld River.

Mu Zi, who controlled the fog and fled far into the Netherworld River, did not notice that three figures on the top of a high mountain in the distance were raising a precious mirror. An unnoticeable spiritual power shot out from the mirror and seemed to engulf the Micro Mirror, moving about and exploring him. When the small boat floated deep into the Netherworld River, the three of them made the same hand signal at the same time. The precious mirror fled and floated in midair. Then, it slowly returned to the three of them.

The precious mirror was kept. The three of them did not say anything or even look at one another. Instead, they quickly formed one line and rapidly fled into the distance.

They dashed for one day, but they did not rest for even one second. They only slowed down gradually when they entered the pitch-black and round tomb mountain. The mountain was densely covered in tombs. Occasionally, will-o-the-wisps would float from the tombs and rapidly fall to the ground. Every now and then, there would be strange and terrifying shrieks. It was obvious that there were goblin ghosts cultivating. There was faint spiritual pressure from their bodies, which cut off some of the aura around them.

The three of them walked along the mountain road and arrived in front of a mountain stone that was as tall as a person. A string of strange characters was engraved on the stone. It was an ancient rune that was formed from the three words ”Darkness Demon Faction”. This was the gate of the Darkness Demon Faction.

The three of them swept past the stone at the gate of the Darkness Demon Faction and took a step forward. Suddenly, the air changed. The light, for a second, suddenly turned dark and frightening. They had stepped into a gloomy and terrifying s.p.a.ce. It was obvious that there was a ward with the mountain stone as the boundary. A gust of wind brought along a dim shadow, and countless ghost faces appeared. These ghost faces landed on the bodies of these people. Then, the s.h.i.+ny clothes that they were wearing started to age, as if they had experienced corrosion for several hundred years. In the blink of an eye, their clothes were tattered. However, gloomy characters faintly appeared on the surface of these tattered clothes. Every single character radiated a terrifying threat.

These were not three living lives, but three dead creatures.

Buzz. There was the gloomy sound of a bell. Then, these three dead creatures fell on the ground and did not move.

Ten shadows quietly appeared in all directions and surrounded the dead creatures in a circle.

The three dead creatures trembled and suddenly turned into 12 strange fragments that fell into those shadows. Then, as the dead creatures dispersed, the precious mirror flew and hovered in midair as it dazzled with a faint and gloomy light.

One of the shadows gestured, and a gentle wave plunged into the mirror. There was a ripple on the surface of the mirror, like the surface of water moving. Then, around ten thin rays of light were radiated and landed on all of their foreheads. In an instant, countless pieces of information were transmitted outwards clearly, as if everyone had personally experienced the situation for themselves.

In their line of sight, there was no fog. There was only a small boat, a coffin, and the so-called Netherworld River Wanderer…

They understood everything clearly. Twelve pairs of eyes looked at the body of the Wanderer and stripped him of all his disguises.

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