Chapter 1111: I’m Here (2/2)

“There are already too many tombs like this one in the underworld, and more worlds stronger than the mythological realm than we can count!” Her voice began to shake at the end of this revelation.

On their way here, Lu Yun had painted the general circumstances of the chaos for Qing Yu and explained the significance and might of the mythological realm. But now she was saying that the realms buried within the underworld were even stronger than it!

What kind of concept was that?

The mythological realm in front of them had once almost swallowed and replaced the entire chaos!

A world even stronger than it… Had it swallowed the entire chaos and started to expand to the third realm, the legendary Hongmeng?

Regardless, all of them now lay in ruins and as rubble in the underworld. Or would it be more accurate to say that the underworld had formed because of those destroyed realms?

Lu Yun felt his scalp go numb. He knew full well how powerful the mythological realm was as his past self had once lived out his entire life in there.

“The world of immortals… our world… Can it survive this disaster? Even if the chaos creatures don’t do anything, there will be a stronger existence that reaches out at us, no?” the little fox asked carefully from Qing Yu’s embrace.

“Survive disaster? Why are we just surviving? No, we’re going to take the fight to them and rip them up from the roots!” Lu Yun declared confidently. “You have me here.”

Those four words were as if a lighthouse in turbulent seas. Qing Yu’s disorderly emotions immediately latched onto this pillar of strength and calmed down.

“That’s right, we have you here.” She smiled faintly.

“Since the underworld has come and wants to devour the tomb, our chances of obtaining the Blood Sea just got bigger,” Lu Yun shifted away from the weighty topic. “The four holy kings of the underworld are much stronger in home territory than compared to anywhere else.”

Truth be told, he didn’t know how strong the four holy kings could be in the underworld. His replica had been at the peak of his prime when he was in the underworld. When Xing Chen turned into the cosmos, he hadn’t been as strong as he was when he was a holy king.

It hadn’t been his own strength, but what the underworld bestowed onto him.

……

There was a natural boundary between the underworld and the rest of the realm, but there was no such obstacle between it and the chaos. After they entered the underworld, the Tomb of Heaven and Earth was still present in front of them, as was the chaos behind them!

The underworld seemed like a boundless ocean jutting up against one of its shores—the chaos. This was a rare occasion as one usually wandered around, lost, in this place.

A tiny sparkle danced on Lu Yun’s fingertip as he etched a minute communication formation in the void. Before long, the image of Holy King Desolation appeared within it.