The water gushed down as Fei Zhengtao took off his martial arts uniform and stepped under the shower. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let the water wash away the fatigue from a whole day of training and teaching.
He had been accepted into his dream university and founded the “Yuanhuang Martial Arts Society.” Though its name was quite dramatic, the society initially struggled to attract members. However, after Fei Zhengtao accidentally got involved in a campus brawl and displayed astonishing martial prowess, the society quickly expanded. It now had dozens of members, and since Fei was currently the only instructor, he was overwhelmed with work. As a result, he postponed large-scale recruitment until the next academic year.
After finishing his shower, Fei Zhengtao stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his dripping wet body. It was no longer thin, but much more solid, though not overly muscular. His physique was sleek and powerful, giving off a unique impression, as if every inch of his skin and every part of his flesh concealed explosive potential.
He dried himself off and changed into casual clothes, then walked out of the locker room and into the society’s training hall. He respectfully bowed three times before the statue of Yuanhuang before turning around to leave.
“Hello, President!”
“Hello, Coach!”
There were still many members practicing in the hall, and they greeted him as they saw him.
Fei Zhengtao nodded with a smile, exchanging greetings as he slowly walked away and disappeared through the doorway.
“President Fei is so cool!” one member whispered in admiration.
They felt that although Fei Zhengtao was polite and approachable, he always maintained a strange sense of distance—not directed at anyone in particular, but rather toward everything around him, as if he belonged to another world.
“That’s what a true martial arts expert should be!” another member said with admiration, hoping one day to attain the same level of strength as President Fei.
They all looked at the statue of Yuanhuang, dreaming of a bright future.
Back at his rented apartment, Fei Zhengtao took a brief rest before pulling out his Myriad Worlds Awareness Talisman, turning on his computer, and eagerly browsing forums, shopping, and checking out live streams—truly the behavior of an internet addict.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he was drawn to the title of a live stream.
“‘Practical Combat with the Nine Nether Demons’? Hmm, sounds great,” Fei murmured to himself before stepping into the stream. The scenery transformed abruptly, revealing an endless desert swept by howling winds before his eyes.
However, the sand here was pitch-black, creating an endless, oppressive darkness that made one’s heart race instinctively.
The streamer appeared to be a man in his early twenties. However, from the layers of blue wind swirling around him, Fei Zhengtao deduced that he was at least over thirty. After all, those who entered the External Realm before the age of thirty were usually key talents nurtured by major factions—who would need to do live streaming?
Of course, there was also the possibility of personal interest.
“Hello, everyone! I’m Xiao Qian, a wandering cultivator. I primarily practice the ‘Starfire Great Art’ and secondarily the ‘Wind God Fist.’ I just broke through to the External Realm a year ago and am now looking to sharpen my skills. That’s why I’ve come to the Endless Abyss Sea today—to engage in real combat with the Nine Netherfiend Demons,” Xiao Qian announced just as Fei Zhengtao entered the stream.
Endless Abyss Sea? Fei Zhengtao had spent over a year browsing various forums in the Myriad Worlds Awareness Realm and was no stranger to this term. Legend had it that this was a passage deliberately left behind by demons and evil gods after their retreat to the Nine Nether Realms at the end of the ancient era, allowing them to bypass the Nine Nether Gates and return. Initially, it remained well-hidden and difficult to detect. However, after the Chaos of the Demon Buddha, it fully ruptured, forming a direct connection to the Nine Nether Realms. The sea became saturated with demonic energy, giving rise to the Endless Abyss Sea. Even when ancient surviving Celestial Immortals attempted to fill it by moving entire planets, their efforts were akin to casting a pebble into the ocean—utterly insignificant. Worse still, any attempts to destroy it only expanded its reach, as destruction and slaughter served as its sustenance.
At that time, due to the restrictions of the world and the inopportune timing, without special summoning methods, the Endless Abyss Sea would not suddenly spawn monsters. Since it could not be sealed or destroyed, people had no choice but to leave it be. However, as the End Times approached, the Endless Abyss Sea gradually showed signs of unrest. In recent years, weaker demons occasionally sneaked out, causing chaos nearby. Fortunately, those who came here were all formidable individuals, so no significant damage was done.
Since then, the Snow Mountain Sect, the Myriad Manifestations Sect, and the Central Plains’ righteous factions had taken turns sending people to guard the area. There were also powerful individuals who came to hunt demons for their treasures.
This marked the first live broadcast of a battle against the Nine Netherfiend Demons, and its popularity skyrocketed. Even Fei Zhengtao was captivated by it.
Blue winds swirled around Xiao Qian, carrying him toward the Endless Abyss Sea. A few moments later, Fei Zhengtao saw a bottomless fissure, as if the earth had been split in two. Inside, thick black mist churned violently. Even separated by infinite space and time, Fei Zhengtao couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily, recalling a time when he had faced death during a serious illness.
What a terrifying place, practically synonymous with death! Fei Zhengtao instinctively clenched his fists.
Xiao Qian descended and landed beside the ruins of a massive temple. He explained, “This was once the site of the Asura Temple, one of the Nine Evil Sects. During the great battle between righteousness and evil, ‘Great Asura’ Meng Nan was slain by the sword of ‘Heavenly Sword’ Su Wuming, an elder from the past. They were forced to retreat into the Endless Abyss Sea and were later recruited by ‘Demon Sage’ Han Guang. Now, their whereabouts remain unknown.”
The temple was predominantly black and red, adorned with carvings of skeletal remains and horrifying imagery, steeped in slaughter and resentment—perfectly aligning with Fei Zhengtao’s vision of the Nine Evil Sects.
“There are still many residual forbidden techniques here. I’ve explored them before. If we encounter a powerful demon that we can’t defeat directly, I’ll lure it here and use the forbidden techniques to eliminate it,” Xiao Qian said confidently. “Demons are driven by excessive desires and clouded minds, making them easy to trap. This is their greatest weakness.”
A stream of comments flew across the screen, filled with various opinions. Fei Zhengtao couldn’t help but smile while feeling a growing sense of tension. They were about to face a real demon.
Xiao Qian floated the Myriad Worlds Awareness Talisman behind him, retracted his blue winds, and cautiously approached the Endless Abyss Sea. Up close, Fei Zhengtao noticed that the black mist was indeed impenetrable, churning like boiling water, seemingly ready to spew forth terrifying monsters at any moment.
“Blood offerings can attract demons.” Xiao Qian took out some wild beast blood and flesh he had collected and cautiously threw it down, bit by bit.
The comments stopped. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the demon’s appearance.
Gurgle, gurgle—the black mist churned more violently. Suddenly, it split open, and a terrifying aura shot into the sky, shaking the heavens themselves. Clouds gathered, and black flames flickered everywhere. Fei Zhengtao felt a chill rise from his heart, his limbs becoming sluggish.
What kind of Nine Nether Demon was this?
Xiao Qian froze in place, overwhelmed by the demonic energy, watching helplessly as a black tentacle with six eyes flew out and wrapped around him.
“A Nine Nether Demon at the Dharma Body Level?”
“At least at the Grandmaster level!”
“What should we do? Will the streamer die?”
Comment after comment flooded in, filled with shock and panic.
This wasn’t just a streaming accident—it was real death!
Fei Zhengtao stared blankly, a thought crossing his mind: “If you don’t seek death, you won’t die…”
Just then, he saw golden lotuses appearing in the ruins of the Asura Temple, and a white, jade-like hand emerged from the void, flipping the sky and crashing down.
The heavens seemed to vanish, and space completely collapsed. With a loud slap, the tentacle was smashed into pulp. A pained groan echoed from the depths of the Abyss Sea before disappearing without a trace.
What a powerful figure! As this thought crossed Fei Zhengtao’s mind, a flood of comments burst onto the screen:
“Yuanhuang!”
“It’s Yuanhuang!”
“Yes, striking from afar!”
“Haha! With Yuanhuang in the world, the Nine Netherfiend Demons are mere small fry.”
“No need to burn incense for the streamer…”
“Why does it feel like the Endless Abyss Sea has expanded a bit?”
Yuanhuang? Was it Yuanhuang Patriarch? Fei Zhengtao was first stunned, then overwhelmed with joy.
This was the first time he had seen Yuanhuang Patriarch, the ancestor of Kunlun Mountain’s Yuxu Palace, in action!
What an honor!
After all, he was a disciple of Yuxu Palace, a disciple of the Azure Heaven King!
…
Inside the Yuxu Palace, in a quiet chamber.
Meng Qi was surrounded by darkness, his body seemingly dissolving into countless profound and boundless universes and worlds.
His five viscera and six bowels underwent transformation, his nine orifices entered a divine state. His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose grew lighter and ascended gradually, transforming into the myriad heavens. His front and rear passages sank downward, manifesting the Nine Netherworld Realms.
Nine months had passed, and everything had naturally matured. He was now at the critical moment of breaking through.
At that instant, countless phantom figures emerged from each expansive universe—entities such as the God-Startling Sword, the reincarnation of the Demon Monarch, the Creator Brahma Heaven, and the “Primordial Sovereign Ancestor,” who had not yet fully transformed into an imprint, along with the Golden Holy Warrior before the Buddha—all converging toward the innumerable radiant spheres of the cosmic form…
All these images entered his body, returning the legendary traits to their original positions, greatly enhancing the essence of his five viscera and six bowels. Meanwhile, Meng Qi’s true spirit, “Yuan Shi Dao Ren,” remained steadfast in preserving his unique self.
Boom!
His five viscera and six bowels exploded with a sound like the creation of the universe. The clear energy ascended, while the turbid energy descended. The “Immortal Realm” and the “Nine Netherworld Realms” naturally took shape, and the embryonic form of a multiverse emerged.
Meng Qi had ascended to the Immortal Sage realm!
At present, the embryonic form of the multiverse was still far from possessing the legendary power, not even reaching the galactic level. He would need to reach the pinnacle of the Immortal Sage realm to achieve that. Currently, it was equivalent to a star system composed of dozens or even hundreds of stars.
His ability to regenerate from a drop of blood had initially matured and would fully develop when he reached the legendary level.
“I need to move around a bit and get used to this new power,” Meng Qi said, opening his eyes. Inside them, countless galaxies rotated, containing myriad worlds.
…
In the depths of the Endless Abyss Sea, a two-headed, black-armored demon sat on a dark lotus throne, watching his tentacled subordinate.
“Yuanhuang is strong. We cannot confront him directly for now. Continuing to expand the Abyss Sea is the right course of action,” the two-headed demon commanded.
He was known as “Liang Luo,” the most exceptional among the new generation of the Nine Netherfiend Demons. Unlike the others, he could restrain his bloodlust, maintained rationality, and had already attained the realm of an Immortal Sage.
As his subordinate retreated, Liang Luo was about to manipulate the Abyss Sea when a sudden light appeared before him. A Daoist dressed in a water-robe stood there, his temples slightly gray, his gaze deep and calm.
“Yuanhuang, Su Meng!” Liang Luo had gathered much intelligence on the True World and naturally recognized the figure before him.
Meng Qi smiled and said, “I sensed your presence earlier and specially came to meet you.”
One of Liang Luo’s heads suddenly burst into laughter. “In the True World, I may not be your match, but you’ve recklessly entered the Abyss Sea!”
“In the Nine Nether Realms, within the Abyss Sea, I hold the advantage of terrain, nearly attaining legendary status. Even if all the Dharma Bodies of the True World were combined, it would be futile. Truly, you disregard the path to Heaven and foolishly venture into the Nine Nether Realms—a place with no doors!” the other head added.
His joy was evident.
Meng Qi smiled and said, “I forgot to tell you, in the Nine Nether Evil Realms, I am also nearly legendary!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, his demeanor changed, filled with deathly aura, gloom, and filth.
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