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"Hmph, time is tight. Although my cultivation stage has reached the Separation Realm, the Netherworld's Opening is about to begin. There simply isn't enough time for me to stabilize my realm. We must make do with what we have." Using these low-ranking cultivators' essence crystals and souls as sacrificial offerings, what's so strange about that? Are you regretting your decision?"

"Of course not," the True Monarch of Northern Void said with a wry smile. "Just some low-ranking cultivators. Their lives or deaths are irrelevant to me. I merely think this is the best way."

The ancient demon's voice continued, filled with temptation: "Friend, you needn't overthink it. As long as you assist me in obtaining the treasure, I won't break my word. Not only will I use demonic qi to help you advance to the Separation Realm, but I'll also take you up to the Holy Realm. With my protection, eternal life is not a stretch."

Even with Northern Void's deep-seated composure, his eyes couldn't help showing a hint of fervor at such an offer.

Millennia-long lifespan—such an unimaginable temptation for cultivators.

Gulp.

A sound of swallowing saliva entered his ears.

"Alright, let's get going. If we miss the opening of the Netherworld, it will be too late to regret."

The monster grinned coldly and said, then its body was enveloped in dark qi as it transformed into a streak of lightning, flying off toward the horizon.

Northern Void Monarch hesitated for a moment before following suit with his own light.

A few hundred miles away, on a remote mountainous land, a young woman with a delicate appearance raised her head to gaze at the sky. She wasn't a breathtaking beauty, but she exuded an otherworldly and noble aura. Her spiritual energy fluctuations were extraordinary; she too had reached the Separation Realm.

New Moon's Poison.

Behind her stood two more cultivators standing by. The man was ancient in appearance, while the woman didn't stand out. Unlike New Moon, despite the changes to the laws of nature, they hadn't managed to break through and remained at the late婴 stage.

However, the divine arts and secret techniques of the Spirit Realm far surpassed those from lower planes. As experts who had broken through the Void, their strength was beyond that of ordinary high-ranking cultivators.

The Netherworld's Opening was imminent, and New Moon's eyes shone with excitement. If she could obtain that treasure, it would be worth all the hardships endured in the mortal realm.

In a desolate mountainous region far from human habitation,

Dark clouds like ink swirled, filled with countless lightning strikes.

Roar!

A roar echoed from within the dark clouds, stirring the soul and exuding an incomparable might.

The clouds parted to reveal its true form—a grotesque creature with a human face, tiger paws, wide mouth revealing sharp teeth, and long tail covered in black spines. A thick layer of fur enveloped its body.

One of the Four Fiends.

In terms of presence, it was on par with the Demon Ancestor and New Moon, having also reached the Separation Realm.

Despite being in a remote wilderness, there was still a teleportation point leading to the Netherworld's Opening.

Roar! The creature's coppery eyes glowed with ferocity, but beneath that ruthlessness lay an unmasked greed.

As one of the Four Fiends, its status within the Spirit Realm was incomparably high. After enduring countless hardships, sending a fragment of its soul to the mortal realm—what kind of treasure awaited it in the Netherworld?

In a scenic mountain, there was nothing out of the ordinary on the surface, but this place was actually the main headquarters of Pine Wind Academy.

"Senior Brother, are you really going into the Netherworld?"

The speaker was an elderly cultivator with white hair and eyebrows, appearing over 70 years old yet still vigorous. His spiritual energy was faintly perceptible, making him a high-ranking cultivator in the Separation Realm as well.

Everyone thought there was only one Separation Realm cultivator at Pine Wind Academy, but that was because of the prominence of Pavilion of Observing Pines.

The elder before him had also reached the Separation Realm, just at an earlier stage.

"Yes, I have a compelling reason to go," Young Pavilion said, much younger than his senior brother. Few knew he had already lived for over two thousand years.

"But what in this mortal realm could catch your eye? You've already reached the peak of the Separation Realm and with the aid of a divine artifact, you should have a 90% chance of surviving the heavenly tribulation. Breaking through to the other side isn't a dream. Why go into the Netherworld?" The elder was puzzled, his eyes filled with envy.

Pavilion sighed: "In any case, please look after the sect's affairs for me. I may never return."

"What?"

The elder was shocked, but Pavilion didn't elaborate further and vanished without a trace.

On an idyllic lake,

Tian Xiaojian sat cross-legged, his face serene as he toyed with an jade token in his hand.

After countless trials, he had finally reached the Separation Realm. Thinking back on his encounter with Feng Liangzheng, it all seemed like a dream.

The old monster's elaborate schemes ended in failure.

Harming others ultimately harms oneself. He didn't need to fetch any treasures for that old monster, but Tian Xiaojian still wasn't willing to give up the Netherworld Opening.

Although the Separation Realm was enviable, it was far from the realm of ascension. According to ancient lore, the treasures within the Netherworld could be more miraculous than divine medicines and elixirs.

Fortune favors the bold. While the Netherworld Opening was dangerous, it also held great opportunities.

Those seeking to enter the Netherworld weren't just a few; there were over twenty Separation Realm cultivators from the Twelve States of Heavenly Clouds, including both humans and demons.

Almost half of these high-ranking cultivators would enter.

As for the lower-ranking cultivators, their numbers were countless. The lowest was at the middle stage of the Incubus Realm, but none below that level dared to enter. The Netherworld Opening wasn't a joke.

A sea of corpses and blood—entering without an Incubus realm wouldn't be wise; it would be like an old man hanging from a tree branch, wishing for longevity.

Everyone wanted to find treasures, so their relationships were naturally strained.

Even with some acquaintances, the presence of precious treasures meant they couldn't avoid deadly conflicts. After all, cultivators were self-interested, who could resist the allure of divine medicines and elixirs?

Moreover, dangers extended beyond these.

The restrictions and array formations within the Netherworld Opening weren't just for the Mortal Realm; many ghosts from the Underworld would also enter. Although their realms wouldn't exceed Separation, their techniques were increasingly bizarre and profound.

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