Chapter 1112: New Holy Kings (1/2)

The holy kings of the underworld possessed their own unique forms of communication. The underworld was too vast and the few holy kings situated in different locales. They usually relied on these kinds of communication formations to talk to each other.

Of course, these formations only worked in the underworld. They were ineffective once the user left.

“Eh? Lu Yun? Aren’t you overseeing things from your Dao Academy? What are you doing here?” Holy King Desolation blinked when he saw the communication formation suddenly light up next to him.

It was top secret that Lu Yun was in the chaos. Apart from those of the nine sacred lands—nine sects picking up on it, no one else knew of this. In addition, Lu Yun’s replica appeared in the Dao Academy every now and then, creating the illusion that he was still in the world of immortals.

Holy King Desolation kept a close eye on matters in the world of immortals, so he’d been taken in as well.

“I’m here for the Blood Sea.” Lu Yun cut straight to the chase. “Help me.”

“The Blood Sea? Has the underworld started to devour the Tomb of Heaven and Earth in the chaos again?!” Holy King Desolation jolted to alertness and immediately strode across the void, ending up in front of Lu Yun and Qing Yu.

Lu Yun had no idea how the holy king had done that. It’d almost been an instantaneous teleportation and a combat art far more terrifying than Boundless Step.

“Indeed… the underworld is devouring the tomb again.” The holy king considered the situation with utmost gravity.

“Can you tell me what’s going on here?” Lu Yun asked, realizing from the holy king’s expression that something was seriously amiss.

The underworld was like a sea within the shadows. The chaos was its shore and the tomb a lonely island adrift in it.

Lu Yun hadn’t come across the underworld when he was in the great wilderness. He’d thought that meant the underworld hadn’t been born then, but he also hadn’t seen the underworld when he was in the mythological realm.

Though Qing Yu had derived where the underworld came from, it was still a puzzle to Lu Yun.

“New mausoleum keepers are coming and new holy kings have been born. We finally have less to fear about the future now.” A bit of ease threaded through the holy king’s face.

The underworld had once possessed countless holy kings, but they’d all perished in battle after battle. There were only four of them now, and the fourth king Violetshade was someone that Holy King Desolation had roped in from the world of immortals.

A new tomb entering the underworld meant the birth of new holy kings and mausoleum keepers, greatly adding to the underworld’s strength.

“Who created the underworld?” asked Lu Yun.

“I don’t know.” Desolation shook his head. “The truth behind who created the underworld and when has been long lost to time. We only know that our duties are to protect it. This mythological realm isn’t that strong compared to the other inhabitants of the underworld, so we’ll see at most two new holy kings this time.”

He suddenly sighed with a bit of regret while Lu Yun and Qing Yu widened their eyes at each other. They hadn’t thought that this legendary, highly venerated realm in the chaos, once that almost swallowed its lifelong rival, would be “not that strong” in the holy king’s eyes.

While Qing Yu had also derived this earlier, it was another matter to hear someone else speak of it.

Holy Kings Atrophy, Antiquity, and Violetshade also arrived on the scene at this time.