Chapter 207 - Nine Underworld Palaces (1/2)

The sight before Qin Nan transformed instantly. The initially sunny and lively mountain range turned incredibly dull and lifeless and became covered in an eerie atmosphere, as if he were now in hell.

Even Qin Nan was shocked seeing the previous sight transforming into a vision of hell in just a single breath’s time.

“Able to change the scenery instantly, this Hidden Tenth Word Treasure is indeed unusual…”

Qin Nan calmed his thoughts as he instinctively exclaimed.

Following this, he continued to advance forward under the guidance of his eyes.

Not long after, two hideous laughs could be heard beside him, as if the sound was produced from two bones rubbing against each other—incredibly spooky. If he were some ordinary cultivator, he would be scared to death, with his hair standing on end.

As Qin Nan possessed a firm Martial Heart, he was not influenced by it, and then coldly glanced in the direction of the sound.

Following a gust of chilly wind, two blurry human figures could be seen floating toward him, and the sounds of laughter became louder.

“Piss off!”

The seven ancient sabers on Qin Nan’s back began to vibrate vigorously as he uttered a yell, as if an emperor had become enraged.

The blurry human figures uttered ear-piercing shrieks as if they had suffered a great impact, before they were shattered.

After these two blurry human figures were shattered, countless blurry figures appeared in front of him, piling up into an ocean.

“It’s interesting to see that these things have the guts to trouble me.” Qin Nan let out a hollow laugh, as he walked forward emitting a murderous aura into the air.

Cries of agony were heard coming from wherever he passed, causing the figures to back off.

These blurry human figures were ghosts formed by a type of demonic Qi, and since they did not possess any cultivation, they could only frighten ordinary people.

If one’s murderous aura was strong enough, or if one possessed awe-inspiring righteousness, these ghosts would automatically back off, not daring to approach.

However, Qin Nan was even more confused now. What is the reason behind this rare sight, that so many ghosts appeared in just a day’s time?

Led by the Eyes of the Divine Battle Spirit, Qin Nan proceeded a hundred miles forward, and arrived on top of a mountain.

His expression utterly changed as he looked downward from the peak of the mountain.

The original mountains were replaced by an endless pitch-black mist and nine pitch-black palaces—each with a width of one hundred and eighty feet—which appeared out of nowhere as if they had drilled out from the ground, enveloped within a sense of mystery.

“Nine Underworld Palaces, each palace serves as a challenge!”

All of a sudden, an ancient voice appeared in Qin Nan’s mind, giving him a huge shock.

“Where did that come from? What does this mean? Could it be that each of these nine palaces contains a trial?”

Qin Nan’s mind was instantly filled with countless doubts.

What relationship do these Nine Underworld Palaces share with the Divine Battle Spirit? Is this where the Hidden Tenth Word Treasure is located which the Four Great Clans mentioned? Is the rare phenomenon of the cries of dragons and tigers related to these palaces too?

“I have literally no clue at all…”

Qin Nan shook his head and stared at the nine huge palaces before him. Not long after, he made up his mind.

Either way, despite the fact that these Nine Underworld Palaces might not be linked to the Hidden Tenth Word Treasure, since the Eyes of the Divine Battle Spirit had brought him here, there was no reason for him not to explore them.

It did not matter even if it would bring grave danger to him, as he was never afraid of danger!

Without hesitation, he leapt down from the peak and controlled his Qi to form a pair of wings, and soared across for a brief moment before landing on the ground. He then executed the Mystical Eight Steps and moved rapidly between the mountains.

Not long after, he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, at the entrance to the first pitch-black palace.

The entrance of the palace was tightly shut. Ten pillars could be seen close to the entrance, with each pillar giving him an intimidating feeling, as if it contained terrifying power. Furthermore, the most eye-catching part was the palace’s plaque that displayed a single word.

Lin!

The word ‘Lin’ was not written with ink, but rather assembled with a type of pitch-black rune paper, giving him an eerie feeling.