Chapter 1205: Flushing the Dark Sea

“If that day truly comes, senior, don’t forget to bring me along,” Sun Erlang said with a chuckle after a moment.Yi Shu glanced at Sun Erlang and nodded in agreement, “No problem.”

Sun Erlang was immediately taken aback.

“Is your master not in the Grand Revelation Minor World recently? I can’t sense his presence anymore,” Yi Shu asked, changing the subject.Sun Erlang frowned upon hearing this. “Yes. I just don’t know where he went. As far as I can remember, this is the first time he has left the Holy Dynasty.”

Yi Shu looked at the Sacred Emperor’s Throne, which seemed to grow ever taller, and countless flashes of light and shadow flickered in his eyes.

Below the Sacred Emperor’s Throne, in the secret chamber where the Nether Clan members were kept.

Thousands of Nether Clan members stood in circles, dancing and gesticulating as they performed a mysterious ritual.

In the center of their circle, a dark, shadowy gate, seemingly capable of devouring all light, stood tall.

Passing through this mysterious, dark gate led to the other side of the Xuanhuang Realm, into the Sea of Gloom.

Sacred Emperor Li Ping was currently inside.

Along with him was Venerable Yin.

In the Sea of Gloom, sight, sound, and even divine sense lost their communicative properties.

However, Li Ping could still feel Venerable Yin whispering in his ear.

It was as if some mysterious power had directly attached itself to his skin, communicating intimately.

Being in the Sea of Gloom, Li Ping had lost connection with the Holy Dynasty's destiny.

At this moment, Li Ping’s strength was extremely weak. Any Soul Transformation cultivator from the Myriad Immortal Alliance could easily kill him.

However, the Holy Dynasty’s destined Sacred Emperor, despite being in this dark, alien realm, felt no fear whatsoever.

This was because a power undetectable by ordinary cultivators flowed secretly within him.

A vast golden power, almost transcendent.

The cultivation plan for the Nether Clan was progressing smoothly.

It even bypassed the physical growth process; once born, they were mature individuals with all bodily functions at their peak.

The drawback, however, was a further reduction in lifespan, expected to be only three to five years.

But as long as the flesh factories continued to produce tirelessly, the Holy Dynasty could maintain a large number of captive Nether Clan members, loyal and praying for the Sacred Emperor.

After the Nether Clan population surpassed four digits, the daily essence of prayer generated had reached a considerable level.

Under Li Ping’s deliberate manipulation and weaving, a giant golden net had formed within his body, centered around his heart.

The essence of power flowed incessantly like a long river; now, Sacred Emperor Li Ping, even without using his cultivation, could effortlessly unleash various incredible divine abilities.

For instance, with a single thought, he could trace the source of the essence of power and instantly return to the Grand Revelation of the Holy Dynasty, no matter where he was in the Xuanhuang Realm. Even if other forces interfered, it would at most only slow down his return, not completely prevent it.

Furthermore, if he were attacked, the giant net of power essence would automatically defend and counterattack.

With the current scale of the golden net within him, Sacred Emperor Li Ping was confident that even an Immortal cultivator from the Xuanhuang Realm could not stop him.

Naturally, this did not apply to methods of Dharma transmission.

This was also the confidence that allowed him to personally venture into the Sea of Gloom this time.

Through the power of Venerable Yin’s world-bound spirits, the two communicated back and forth.

“Don’t you feel something strange here?” Venerable Yin’s voice was intermittent; his true body was nowhere to be found.

“It’s pitch black, and there’s nothing else,” Sacred Emperor Li Ping said gravely.

“Ah, right. You’re different from me, so it’s normal you can’t hear these sounds. The whispers of various eras and figures from the Xuanhuang Realm once rose and fell in this Sea of Gloom…”

With Venerable Yin’s explanation, Li Ping finally understood what he meant by the strangeness.

The Nether Realm was a collection of forces that had deviated from the Immortal Ruin in the Xuanhuang Realm.

These fragments, originally part of the Xuanhuang Realm, were drawn to the Nether Realm for unknown reasons, bringing with them “information.” This could be a sound clip, a few images, or even a complete divine consciousness.

Over time, suppressed by the power of this place, they all sank into the Sea of Gloom.

“So, the Sea of Gloom is actually quite lively,” Li Ping mused.

“You can’t quite say that. The nature of this place dictates that all information remains dormant. I can only access these fragments of time through absorption. Didn't you ask me why the Nether Clan members have special physiques? I think I know the answer now.”

As he spoke, Li Ping felt the darkness behind him churn.

It was Venerable Yin suddenly appearing.

Completely out of place in the gloom, a small vortex-like disturbance in the sea around him allowed Li Ping to clearly “see” him.

“If we consider the power of the Immortal Ruin as an attractive force, then the power maintaining the Nether Realm’s existence can be seen as a repulsive force. This repulsive force isn’t constantly present like the Immortal Ruin’s attraction. Instead, it regularly emerges and washes over things, much like ocean tides. The accumulation of this washing over long timescales has formed this peculiar existence in the Xuanhuang Realm.”

Venerable Yin’s tone was filled with awe.

Previously, although he vaguely knew of this area’s existence, he had never systematically studied it.

This deep investigation, however, left him deeply impressed by the profound mysteries of the Sea of Gloom.

“The attractive force comes from beyond Xuanhuang. The repulsive force, however, originates from Xuanhuang itself, but not from the Xuanhuang world itself…”

Venerable Yin fell silent for a moment, seemingly calculating something.

“If my guess is correct, this periodic, spontaneous repulsive force should be coming from the Ancient Xuan Tian Sect’s Grand Array of Floating Passage Through the Stars!”

Speaking of this array, Venerable Yin’s tone instantly became somewhat nuanced.

Unpleasant memories seemed to flash through his mind.

But he quickly suppressed this emotion, which stemmed from his own nature, and continued his analysis.

“So that’s it. Floating Passage, floating passage. If it couldn't counter the attractive force from the Immortal Ruin that led to the birth of the Darkest Star Sea, how could it float in the boundless star sea?”

“Comparatively, the golden chains’ method of capturing other worlds is more like salvaging resources and strengthening oneself. It’s merely a coincidental effect.”

“It truly is a magnificent and unprecedented grand array in the Xuanhuang Realm, unparalleled throughout history. It’s a pity the array is now damaged. Moreover, if I’m not mistaken, each activation of this Sea of Gloom’s repulsive force requires a sacrifice from the Xuanhuang world itself. In the past, the Xuanhuang Realm could capture other worlds to offset this consumption.”

“But times have changed. Forget supplying the dark repulsive force; the Xuanhuang Realm itself can barely survive.”

Venerable Yin, surprisingly, revealed a rare tone of schadenfreude.