352: C352 Nine Peaks of the Yellow Springs

C352 Nine Peaks of the Yellow Springs

Fu Tian was startled. After which, he suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with excitement as he looked at the person in front of him. He was wrapped in mist and wore a bronze mask, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The bronze mask had changed greatly, changing into a different form. It looked very strange. Fu Tian could not see his cultivation level clearly, and his appearance was also indistinguishable. However, he instinctively felt a sense of danger.

Obviously, if this person wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have the chance to resist.

"Senior!" Fu Tian excitedly kneeled on the ground and began kowtowing.

Meng Xuan covered his voice as he looked at Qin Wentian, asking, "Why are you waiting for me?"

Fu Dao continued, "Senior, you have seen the situation within my body. I wish to acknowledge senior as my master, and I hope senior can give me a few pointers."

Meng Xuan's eyes showed no emotions. He stared at Fu Tian who was kneeling on the ground and asked, "Why should I help you?"

Fu Tian stared blankly before abruptly reacting. That's right, there was no reason for him to help her. Why would he help her? But now, he didn't want to give up this opportunity. He had also entered the River Styx before and knew how terrifying the River Styx was. A person who was able to survive in the Yellow Springs River would either have extraordinary talent or have a powerful cultivation.

No matter which one, it would be able to help him.

"Senior, as long as you help me, I can ask my father to accept you as a guest elder of the Underworld Sect. We, the Heaven Edge Talisman Clan, are extremely ancient. " Fu Tian said, "The inheritance is very ancient. It has existed since the ancient era. There are also legends that say that our Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns have forces outside of the White Emperor Continent in the Endless Star Region. The many assassins in the Gate of Hell were all trained by our Fu Clan. "

Close the door to hell...

Cold light flashed in Meng Xuan's eyes. He wanted to get to the bottom of this situation.

However, he didn't immediately agree. Instead, he looked into the distance. Thousands of miles away, there were nine mountains that towered above the world. As long as they could break into the peak, they would be able to become a guest or an elder.

In front of the Yellow Springs Nine Peaks was a huge abyss, and the darkness could not be distinguished. This was where the Yellow Springs Branch flowed into the abyss. An ancient bridge spanned both sides of the river.

Bridge of Helplessness!

If he wanted to enter the Yellow Springs Nine Peaks, he had to go through the Bridge of Helplessness. However, after so many years, only a few people had succeeded. One of them was Fu Zhan from 300 years ago.

"Those nine mountains are not simple." It displayed a mysterious aura, and there were also a few powerful auras that were faintly discernible within it.

"That is the Underworld Nine Peaks and the Bridge of Helplessness. If you can safely walk over, you can become a guest and an elder of the Underworld Sect. However, it's been more than three hundred years since someone has passed by. " Fu Tian said.

Meng Xuan didn't say anything. He looked at the Yellow Springs Nine Peaks again and his pupils suddenly contracted. Because in the Yellow Springs Nine Peaks, he felt the aura of his Wanxiang Scripture. An old monster that was about to condense a divine spark appeared, about to turn into an ancient deity. From the looks of it, he had disappeared for a long time, but his aura was still there.

The immortal grandmist body began to recover on its own, resisting that energy.

"There... A powerful figure has appeared. " Meng Xuan pointed at the ninth summit. "I'm about to condense my Divine Spark."

Fu Tian was greatly astonished in his heart. The Yellow Springs Sect had taken in quite a few stunning figures over the years. Some were even at the same level of cultivation as the headmaster, but the only one who could see through the mysteries of the ninth summit with a single glance was Meng Xuan.

Fu Tian was even more certain that the person in front of him was a senior expert.

"Who is he?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Patriarch Netherworld has been missing for a long time. And no one had ever been able to climb the ninth summit. "Up until now, there's still no one on the ninth summit." Fu Tian replied respectfully.

Meng Xuan was in the middle of pondering when a person suddenly walked over from afar. It was Fu Tian's father, Fu Jin. When he saw Meng Xuan, he was stunned for a moment before his voice turned ice-cold. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Meng Xuan glanced at Fu Jin. This person's cultivation base was comparable to the Death God of the Yellow Springs — both of them were at the peak of the Niwan Realm.

Meng Xuan pointed at the ninth summit and said, "I want to go up to the ninth summit to have a look. If you agree, then hand over your son's injury to me."

Fu Tian was overjoyed and hastily stood up. He said to Fu Jin, "Father, this is the senior I told you about, the one who appeared from within the deep pool."

Fu Jin pulled Fu Tian behind him as he coldly stared at Meng Xuan. The two of them exchanged gazes in the air. This person's cultivation base was extremely powerful, and his aura was earth-shattering as it pressed down on Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan lightly smiled as a beam of light shot out from the back of his head. The might of the Immortal King was only released by a single strand before he deflected the talisman. Fu Jin could not help but take three steps back. He was overwhelmed with shock. The divine might radiating from his body was too terrifying. He had only felt this kind of pressure when facing off against the Sect Leader.2

Was he an expert on the same level as the Sect Leader?

"What's your name?" Fu Jin asked with a polite tone.

"Ye Xuan." He used the name of the person he had met in the four-dimensional and half-void, "I would like to go to the ninth summit to take a look. Is that possible?"

Fu Jin hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "We did not climb the Bridge of Helplessness just because we wanted to. That place is extremely strange, and if something bad happens, we will die and disappear. "Moreover, you are not a member of the Fu Clan, so you do not have the qualifications to enter. Even if I agree, the other bloodlines will not agree, unless …"

Meng Xuan looked at Fu Jin with a faint smile. "Speak."

Fu Jin continued, "It will soon be the Yellow Springs Sect's once in a hundred year grand ceremony. The Gate of Hell, the Primordius Immortal Court, the Dark God Shrine, the Sacred God Cult, and even the Demon Battlefield in the Sixth District will all be here. When the time came, there would be a Martial Competition. But with Fu Tian's injuries, he would definitely not be able to enter the top three. If you can become Fu Tian's master, heal his injuries, and allow him to take first place, I'll fight for a spot for you with all my might. "

Meng Xuan laughed. "Mister Fu has a good plan. Your son didn't lose anything, but to me, he did pay a lot."

Fu Jin stared at Meng Xuan for a moment before replying, "You must be an expert from your side. If you truly have the ability, wouldn't such a small matter be a small matter to you?"

"How long until the grand ceremony?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Half a year."

Half a year... Time enough. Fu Tian's talent wasn't bad and he had great potential. Otherwise, he wouldn't be called the person with the greatest potential in the Underworld Sect. However, his injuries were too severe, and he was gradually being surpassed.

Meng Xuan then said, "Can you guarantee that all the participants will be cultivators below the Niwan Great Stage? As long as you dare to guarantee it, I am confident that I can take first place in the Heavenly Talisman Pavilion. "

"People on the level of Vajra." Fu Jin said.

Fine, leave it to me, but I won't take him in as my disciple. I will only teach him for half a year. Meng Xuan stared at the ninth mountain peak. There had once been an old monster that had condensed a divine spark, and it definitely contained a great secret within it.

Fu Jin looked at Meng Xuan for a long time before retreating.

On the other hand, Fu Tian looked excitedly at Meng Xuan and said, "Senior, my greatest opponents are the golden assassins of the Gate of Hell, the King of the Hundred Demons Battlefield, and the elderly son of President Primordius. I'm Bhutan for the rest. "

"Even the headmasters will come?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Yes, especially that Xiao Huang Ji from Primordial Immortal palace. It is said that he is a supreme beauty, anyone who can win her heart will die." Fu Tian's eyes were filled with yearning.

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