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Chapter 1998: Chapter 510: Soul Capturing in the Netherworld’s River of Death—Young Dragon Emperor, Terrifying Martial Arts Talent Instantly Learns Ancestor Dragon’s Killing Arts [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Crack, crack—

Dark clouds churned, black lightning roaring and interweaving.

Thunder netted, covering the sky!

Bean-sized dark raindrops, incessantly falling from above, filled the air, hazy beyond measure!

The howling gale skewed the rain, much like the gusts and stagnant water erupting from Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, with a soul-piercing chill!

Mo City, Fengdu.

A writhing mass of blood and flesh floated in the air, like it was entwined with various Tao Divine Patterns, the Patterns clanging together, dense divinity continually spilling forth.

Upon the blood and flesh, even blood resembling magma was slowly writhing.

The grandeur of the divinity within was beyond imagination; it held a unique divinity full of deity pressure, suppressing mortal life on an innate level.

Li Che gazed indifferently at the mass of flesh he gripped with his five fingers, taken from the Young Dragon Emperor, now the Young Dragon Emperor’s only corpse trace.

The Ancestor Dragon Island was split in two; the Young Dragon Emperor rekindled Divine Fire, restored divinity cultivation, only to encounter annihilation by a powerful force, severed by the guillotine shaped by fate, cut away cultivation, sliced off flesh, ceased vitality!

From the beginning, Li Che’s plan was this step. As a resolute Chess Saint, he entered the game, using himself as bait, forcing the Young Dragon Emperor to rekindle Divine Fire, stepping onto a path of no return.

Boom—!!!

Scorching temperatures spread unceasingly, purple Primordial Immortal Patterns interwoven across Li Che’s physical body, as if flames burned and twisted culminating into steam, evaporating into clouds.

He slew a deity with strategy!

The final clash, Li Che expended all means, fought fiercely with the Young Dragon Emperor, experiencing the dreadful power of truly rekindled Divine Fire.

No doubt, if a prolonged battle ensued, Li Che truly would fall short.

The larger the leap in battle tiers, the greater disadvantage lies in endurance.

Li Che eagerly anticipated whether he could successfully resurrect a deity through Soul Capturing.

Of course, Li Che was merely attempting; succeeding was best, failing meant lacking a deity for Soul Capturing, but gaining a fourth beast of the Ten Fierce!

At that time, forming the Ten Fierce Killing Array, its might would likely increase once again.

Becoming one of Li Che’s trump cards.

Facing the soon-to-revive Third Crown Prince and the impending major chaos, Li Che must exhaust every effort to enhance his foundation.

Blood and flesh trembled, Li Che’s five fingers aimed remotely, initiating Soul Capturing!

Deity…

Can it be captured?!

This was a bold attempt, mainly because Li Che didn’t have the Young Dragon Emperor’s Dragon Soul, so he could only proceed with Soul Capturing first; only success in Soul Capturing could lead to transformation of the Ten Fierce.

Rumble—

Countless dark rain suddenly halted, as if at this moment time too stood still.

Soul Capturing!

The voice was immensely low, resembling an ancient priest in a primitive race, performing a conjuring dance upon the altar, pushing open the gate to summon the souls of the dead, allowing the deceased to return from the Netherworld!

Whoosh, whoosh—

Chilling to the core, the coldness descended completely.

Accompanied by the sound of chains dragging overwhelmingly cold, clattering, hair-raising like a terrifying existence chewing on broken bones.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

Suddenly, Li Che heard the sound of flowing water.

Before his eyes swift changes unfolded, as if witnessing a rushing river roll forth, the murky yellow waters churned with gusts, frigid drifts surrounded, a stench of decaying corpses rising.

It was a river so yellow it chilled the heart, sending shivers up the spine!

The clanging Tao Divine Patterns interwoven, extreme dense divinity made Li Che greatly uncomfortable.

This is, the River of Death!

Tao River?!

Li Che’s heart and mind shook intensely.

This river, its torrent was immensely rapid, the murky yellow corpse water surged over, casting overwhelming waves, vaguely seen within the River of Death were sinister bones, glaring with eyes, emanating phosphorescence.

Its stench pungent, body chilled!

On these sinister bones were even etched Tao Divine Patterns, the remains after the bodies of deities decayed!

“Is this the anomaly of Soul Capturing? Capturing a god… truly extraordinary, unaccepted by heaven and earth!”

“The presence of a deity, especially one like the Young Dragon Emperor, descendant of the immortal gods’ Ancestor Dragon bloodline, is too noble; even after death, in the Netherworld, it is a focal object of care, thus capturing such a being… poses a significant challenge!”

Li Che’s heart shook, a thought spun, understanding the primary reason.

Looking up, the murky yellow river ebbed grandly, though called a river it could be regarded as an ocean, waves swelling, truly magnificent.

Corpse water surged, stench rolled, yellow murk, like turning the sky into blood hue, filled with decay and desolation, rich forces of pattern order seeped through interwoven.

Rustle, rustle—

Suddenly, Li Che saw in the distance, that was a direction drawn by Soul Capturing, there lay a place akin to the extreme decline of Ancestor Dragon Island, an island rising and falling upon the river, exceptionally desolate.

Rubble, broken walls were piled upon.

Within the ruins, a figure emanated light, sitting there, the body trembling slightly, like a Divine Dragon plunged into bewilderment in a slumber, each breath quivered.

It was the Young Dragon Emperor!

It was a perception born through Soul Capturing, amidst the vast mighty River of Death, seeing the Young Dragon Emperor!