Chapter 1883 - : The Nether Dungeons Warden and Jailer. (1/2)

The cultivators of the Zhenyu Clan all looked at Zhang Ruochen, showing a look of both anxiousness and expectation.

Did an even more advanced Blood Suppressant Talisman really exist?

If it did, then it would be a deadly weapon against the Immortal Vampires. Even a powerhouse like Baihuan Shenzi would need to flee, and never dare to step into the holdings of the Zhenyu Clan again.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, and took out the rune imprint of the ‘Supreme Saint Blood Suppressant Talisman’ and handed it to s.h.i.+ Qiankun.

“There’s actually an even more advanced Blood Suppressant Talisman.

“Great! With it, no matter how many powerful Immortal Vampires were to come, we can suppress them.”

The cultivators of the Zhenyu Clan were all delighted and excited.

s.h.i.+ Qiankun carefully took the rune of the Supreme Saint Blood Suppressant Talisman, feeling quite surprised. Can a Nine-step Saint King, or even a Supreme Saint of the Immortal Vampires be suppressed with just a talisman?

s.h.i.+ Qiankun observed the rune imprint intensively, and first, there was a hint of joy on his face, but as time pa.s.sed, the look of joy disappeared, and his expression gradually turned solemn.

The Supreme Saint Blood Suppressant Talisman was very complicated, and its runes arcane.

Some of the runes, even with s.h.i.+ Qiankun’s attainments in talisman-making, felt like he was reading some divine tome, it was quite difficult to understand, and some how he could not grasp them.

WHOOs.h.!.+

s.h.i.+ Qiankun used his fingers as a brush to draw the runes in mid-air.

After more than a dozen tries, all of it failed.

s.h.i.+ Ren, upon seeing s.h.i.+ Qiankun’s forehead was drenched with sweat, and his eyes bloodshot, he immediately awakened s.h.i.+ Qiankun from his immersion. “Father, don’t push yourself too hard. Wake up.”

s.h.i.+ Qiankun shuddered all over, before letting out a long sigh, before finally looking away from the rune.

He messaged his temples and sighed. “My spiritual power is not strong enough. I’m afraid I won’t be able to draw out the Supreme Saint Blood Suppressant Talisman. A shame, what a shame.”

“Patriarch, your spiritual power is already of the fifty-seventh level, and it’s not strong enough?” Elder Xuanfeng said.

s.h.i.+ Qiankun shook his head, and handed the rune to s.h.i.+ Ren, saying. “Ren, my son, your spiritual power strength have suppressed mine. How about you give it a try?”

s.h.i.+ Ren took the rune and tried, but it still ended in failure.

“The Supreme Saint Blood Suppressant Talisman is just too arcane! Every circuit is like a river of tens of thousands of miles long. Trying to draw out those rivers on a small talisman is already difficult. Moreover, trying to draw tens of thousands of rivers together on the talisman. It’s too difficult, too difficult. Only a spiritual power Supreme Saint would be able to do that. Plus, that spiritual power Supreme Saint would need to have deep understanding of the path of talisman for him to do it.” s.h.i.+ Ren sighed repeatedly.

The atmosphere in the Sword Vault Palace became heavy.

s.h.i.+ Qiankun said. “If father was around, perhaps he could have given it a try.”

s.h.i.+ Qiankun’s father, named s.h.i.+ Mingyuan, was also the Elder Patriarch of the Zhenyu Clan.

Two hundred years ago, s.h.i.+ Mingyuan entered the fifteenth level of the Nether Dungeon, trying to breakthrough the path of martial arts Saint King realm. The original estimated time for his confinement was three years.

But two hundred years had pa.s.sed, and s.h.i.+ Mingyuan had never reappeared from the fifteenth floor of the Nether Dungeon, and was most likely dead.

Although two hundred years ago, s.h.i.+ Mingyuan was only a Half-step Saint King in the path of martial arts. However, the strength of his spiritual powers was unfathomable, and was a person that could be spoken in the same sentence alongside the lord of the Martial Market, Wu Zun. As for his attainment in talisman-making, even if s.h.i.+ Mingyuan was not the first in Kunlun, he would at least be in the top three.

s.h.i.+ Ren’s expression changed slightly. “Father, in the past, our cultivation level was just too low, and we dared not go into the Nether Dungeon to look for grandpa. With our strength now, maybe we can give it a try.”

s.h.i.+ Qiankun’s eyes condensed, as he stood up, and paced back and forth in the Sword Vault Palace, as if he had some concerns.

In fact, he had long thought of going into the fifteenth level of the Nether Dungeon, however, the fifteenth level held the Great Ruiner, Lord Ming who had once wrecked Kunlun Realm, so the matter had always been set aside.

s.h.i.+ Ren hurriedly continued. “Faher, you don’t have to hesitate anymore, if grandpa is not dead, and is trapped in the fifteenth level of the dungeon, then we can rescue him. Plus, we are not fighting alone. Brother Zhang and his friends will also aid us.”

Zhang Ruochen had the idea of entering the Nether Dungeon, and naturally would not miss this opportunity. So he stood up and said. “I have a rather bold request, and I hope Senior s.h.i.+ can answer me.”

“What bold request do you speak of?” s.h.i.+ Qiankun asked.

Zhang Ruochen said. “Is the third disciple of Emperor Ming, Bao Lie, held in the Nether Dungeon?”

s.h.i.+ Qiankun shook his head and said. “I’m not sure about this matter. You can only get the answer from the three great wardens of the Nether Dungeon. While the Zhenyu Clan are responsible for guarding the dungeon, however the person in charge are the Wardens and the Jailors.”

The Nether Dungeon had always been guarded by four wardens.

However, when the Azuresky Blood Emperor attacked the Zhenyu Clan, he had killed one of the wardens. So, now there were only three left.

Lead by s.h.i.+ Qiankun, Zhang Ruochen and the rest went into the depths of the Sword Vault, and came to the bottom of a turtle-shaped stone mountain.

The stone mountain was pitch black, and stood hundreds of feet tall, its surface as smooth as a mirror.

Rather than calling it a mountain, it was better to call it a ma.s.sive black boulder buried in the ground.

“This is the entrance to the Nether Dungeon!” s.h.i.+ Qiankun said.

“Entrance? I don’t see any?”

Xiang Chunan walked to the bottom of the stone mountain and slapped his palm on the smooth stone wall as he looked for something like a switch or a secret tunnel.

Suddenly, two golden leaves grew on the stone wall, and was as huge as a fan.

The two leaves flew up, and like a golden b.u.t.terfly, appeared on the top of Xiang Chunan’s head.