Necropolis Immortal-Chapter 1763

“Is there any other way to enter the three hells?” Lu Yun murmured to himself after they exited into the secondary worlds.

“Yes,” Chu Xingran responded firmly.

“What is it?” Startled, he looked at Chu Xingran.

“Leave the Land of Reincarnation and enter from the outside realm.” Chu Xingran thought for a moment before continuing, “But the outside realm considers those three hells as forbidden areas. No one is allowed in.”

Lu Yun’s Gates of the Abyss couldn’t access the three hells due to them being in the outside realm. Although he could borrow their strength, he wasn’t able to set foot onto their soil. It was even more impossible to visit them from the outside realm proper. Ever since he’d taken the core essence of sequence, countless restrictions had sealed off the other three yin tombs and powerhouses beyond sequence guarded them.

Chu Xingran looked at Lu Yun once more and enunciated carefully, “You’ll die a very grisly and horrible death if you go to the outside world. Thirteen supremes have jointly issued a kill order for you and are willing to trade a dao palace for your head.”

Lu Yun blinked at the man and said hesitantly, “Then I won’t go out and I’ll go train in the land of darkness instead.”

He could employ the dumbest method available to him if worst came to worst and construct a massive hell furnace. It would siphon all of the strength from the other three hells until they were completely hollow.

But that would be a very drawn out process and he didn’t have enough ingredients to refine such a massive hell furnace at the moment.

“Don’t you have a disciple?” Chu Xingran suddenly asked. “Your disciple used to be the god of Mount Tai, no? He might be able to send us to the three hells.”

“Let’s not,” Lu Yun shook his head. “Tianqi has severed his karma with the past. He is only Tianqi now, not the god of Mount Tai. If he sends us there, that might give rise to unexpected repercussions.”

He had the vague feeling that the god of Mount Tai had died out of resignation back in the day, but also because he wished to be rid of his identity. It seemed fated that he would become Lu Yun’s disciple.

“So we’re not going?” Jian Bu’er lit up. He was the weakest among them at twelve levels sequence. He was a tremendous powerhouse in the primary worlds and someone who could suppress the fourth realm with a simple wave, but he was dead weight in this locale.

“Cultivate!” Lu Yun ground his teeth. “At the heart of it all, it’s because I’m not strong enough. If I was, I’d beat any of those bastards who came from the outside realm whether they came in ones or twos!”

Chu Xingran fidgeted when he heard the declaration. He was also from the outside world, but it was up to Lu Yun whether or not he was a bastard.

“And if a group of them come at the same time?” he huffed.

“Then I’ll beat all their faces in!”

There would be an incredible war in six hundred years; the fourth realm wasn’t truly safe until they made it past that. If they didn’t, all would go down in flames.

The outsiders in the secondary worlds cowered after Lu Yun’s display of prowess and didn’t dare emerge to make mischief. He didn’t immediately enter the land of darkness either—he went straight for the Corpse Refiners. There were traces of them throughout the secondary realms and entire major worlds had been tainted, turned into zombie farms.

Lu Yun could not bear to sit idly by and watch them do as they would throughout his home.

There were eighteen major worlds in the secondary worlds, formed from the eighteen biggest fragments of the three hundred and sixty-five Major Cycle Worlds after they shattered. The World of Sea and Jian Bu’er’s World of Swords counted among them. Out of them, only the World of Swords desperately hung on—they hadn’t been assimilated by the Corpse Refiners.

Its ruler—the Sword Emperor—still lived. He was a fifteenth level sequence expert, but his strength was far beyond his cultivation level. He’d slain even an eighteenth level sequence expert from the Corpse Refiners.

However, that had the opposite effect of deepening the sect’s desire to conquer the world and turn all of its sword dao experts into battle zombies.

If it hadn’t been for Lu Yun’s sudden surge of activity, dominating the Abyssal Hell, destroying the Abyssal Tomb, and executing countless outsiders… the World of Swords would be in true danger.

Jian Bu’er was astonished by the state of his home. When he saw the bodies of familiar people among Jiang Kui’s battle zombie army, he’d thought that his home was no more. But here it was, magically still in one piece!

Granted, scenes of desolation met the eye everywhere and half of the denizens had been refined into zombies. Even some of the emperor’s Sword Lords had died. Jian Bu’er knelt in front of the Sword Emperor when he saw the man.

“Father!” His voice trembled. “Your son is unfilial.”

“It’s good that you’ve come back.” The Sword Emperor was a skinny and diminutive elder. White hair topped his head and he looked inordinately wan. He used to be a fifteenth level sequence expert, but had quietly set foot into sixteenth after all this time. It was also because of this that he was able to withstand the Corpse Refiners through his strength alone.

“So this old fellow’s your dad.” Chu Xingran knew the emperor as he’d suffered quite a bit at the man’s hands. Thus, he didn’t show a friendly face to the emperor despite meeting him with another identity.

Fatigue writ large across his face, the Sword Emperor paused when he saw Lu Yun and bowed. “Greetings to my young martial uncle.”

“Huh??” Lu Yun jumped with shock and backed away, then suddenly thought of something. “Martial uncle? Are you one of Daoist Ingress’ disciples?”

“He is indeed my master.” The emperor nodded.

Lu Yun and Daoist Ingress interacted as peers of the same level. Hongjun had wanted to do so as well, but Lu Yun turned him down. He treated him and Fuxi as his masters. Although they weren’t his masters in name, they were his masters in truth.

“No wonder! Only Daoist Ingress’ sword dao can raise such a talent as you. C’mere, Jian Bu’er, call me martial grand-uncle!” Lu Yun grinned at the man.

Jian Bu’er turned on his heel, his joy at seeing his father completely dissipating. Who would’ve thought that his father would push him into this pit??

“Martial uncle, are you truly planning to take revenge on the Corpse Refiners?” Knowing his son well, the Sword Emperor let Jian Bu’er be.

“Not revenge,” Lu Yun shook his head. “But elimination! I’m going to completely eliminate their forces from the Land of Reincarnation, including the branch on the world of immortals!”