Serpent Ancestor

On the other side.

It took Xu Hei and his group three days to recover from the severe injuries caused by the lightning strike.

After this battle, Luo Bai lost his disguise and revealed his true identity as Bai Luo. He was convinced by Xu Hei’s abilities, and Han Te was even more impressed.

”Brother Xu, to think you found such a method to break through this, truly admirable!” Bai Luo said, clasping his hands in respect.

”Fellow Daoist Xu, if you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. I’ll give you a twenty percent discount, no, fifty percent!” Han Te chimed in.

”It was just luck. Who knows what we’ll encounter next,” Xu Hei replied solemnly.

Bai Luo said, ”I understand. From now on, I’ll follow your lead.”

Xu Hei nodded heavily. Finding a way to break through didn’t mean everything was smooth sailing; there would certainly be more dangers ahead.

He walked to the edge of the bridge and looked out. The bridge stretched deep into the void, extending infinitely, its destination unknown.

Xu Hei thought of a possibility.His eyes flickered as he said, ”If you two trust me, seal your cultivation, and I’ll lead you across this bridge.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Luo didn’t hesitate to tap his chest. His body shrank into a puppet-like form, losing pulse and breath—a technique of feigned death.

It was no exaggeration to say that only with absolute trust in Xu Hei would he do such a thing.

Xu Hei waved his hand, storing him in the Spirit Beast Ring.

Han Te hesitated, pinching the bridge of his nose, and said, ”Alright, Fellow Daoist Xu, please turn around first.”

Xu Hei immediately turned around.

Suddenly, he felt a talisman fly over and stick to his back, while Han Te himself disappeared.

”Alright, you can go now.”

Han Te’s voice came from the talisman.

Without a word, Xu Hei tore off the talisman and stored it in the Spirit Beast Ring.

Just like that, both of them were stored in Xu Hei’s Spirit Beast Ring.

Han Te initially wanted to resist, but seeing Xu Hei make no extra moves, he urged, ”Hurry up, I can’t maintain this state for long.”

They were indeed taking a huge risk.

In this state, if Xu Hei wanted to do something to them, like imprinting a blood soul mark, it would be too easy.

Xu Hei didn’t hesitate any longer. He leaped onto the bridge and walked toward the depths of the void.

At that moment, the island plain behind him disappeared, and the ground beneath his feet vanished, turning into Yellow Spring water, capable of absorbing souls, and even a glance could cause one to fall into it.

Xu Hei withdrew his gaze, focused his attention, and continued forward.

With each step he took, the bridge beneath him trembled, emitting cracking sounds.

”Indeed, this bridge can only bear the weight of one person. Any more, and it would collapse immediately!” Xu Hei thought to himself.

The Yellow Spring water below was said to exist only in the underworld of legends, and entering it meant certain death.

Of course, this was likely not real Yellow Spring water but simulated by a great divine ability.

Xu Hei observed as he walked, gradually increasing his speed.

An hour later, he completed the journey. As he took the last step, the bridge behind him vanished instantly, as if it were merely an illusion.

Xu Hei took a deep breath and looked at the light circle ahead, diving into it.

”Buzz!!”

The scene before him brightened, and he seemed to be caught in a teleportation array, heading straight for the center of the Void Realm.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis surged in Xu Hei’s heart.

”Star-Moon Sword!”

With a loud shout, Xu Hei decisively drew the Star-Moon Sword, swirling it around himself. A sword arc appeared, forming a circle that perfectly protected him.

At the same time, the Spirit Beast Ring spat out insect silk, wrapping him layer by layer, forming a cocoon.

”Clang, clang, clang...”

A series of crisp sounds followed as countless sword lights, blood shadows, and rotten stench collided with the sword arc. Xu Hei’s body shook violently, blasted backward, and the cocoon shattered, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He rose into the air, fleeing at the fastest speed, only to crash into a light barrier, unable to escape.

Upon closer inspection, he found himself inside a cage!

”Oh, still alive?”

A surprised voice came from afar.

Xu Hei looked around. The place was a black plain filled with tombstones, resembling a massive graveyard.

The speaker was a flamboyant man in red, with a rosy complexion and bright red lips, none other than the Heart-Devouring Demon, Xiong Yan.

In other directions stood two other figures: the foul-smelling Three Corpses Daoist, Gu Yunsong, and Ling Wushuang, the chief disciple of the Tianhen Sword Sect.

Clearly, these three had arrived before him, setting up an ambush to attack those who arrived later. Xu Hei became their first target.

Xu Hei spread his Divine Sense, discovering that the trap was actually a combination of three formations!

One of them he had seen before, the Eight Extremes Sword Formation of the Tianhen Sword Sect, but its power was far greater than what Lin Tianhe had set up.

”Who are you? Surviving our attack, you must not be an unknown figure,” Ling Wushuang squinted his eyes.

”Who cares who he is? Since we’ve made our move, do you think we intend to leave anyone alive?” Xiong Yan licked his lips excitedly. The stronger the opponent, the greater the reward.

Without a word, Gu Yunsong opened a coffin lid, releasing a stench so overwhelming that anyone who smelled it would instantly turn into a corpse under his control.

The stench was so intense that it formed a ghostly shadow, dark green all over, surging toward Xu Hei in the trap.

Xiong Yan also took out a blood-colored longbow, drawing it back. The arrow, made of white bone, was aimed at Xu Hei and released.

With three people attacking, Xu Hei’s chances looked grim.

”So you’re forcing me to fight for my life right from the start!”

Xu Hei considered whether to use a drop of dragon blood or throw Han Te out to block the arrow.

Suddenly, another faint light appeared beneath Xu Hei.

It was a young cultivator in a Daoist robe, holding a Bagua Sword and carrying various magical treasures, adorned with jewels—a wealthy appearance, none other than Sun Wuxiang of the Yan Dao Sect.

”Heh, I calculated there’d be danger outside, and sure enough! But as long as I time my entrance right, I can easily resolve it!”

Sun Wuxiang sneered, taking in the situation with a glance. He raised his hand and swung his sword, and countless traces of Daoist law appeared in the void. In an instant, the formation trapping them was slashed open.

Seeing the trap broken, Xu Hei acted decisively, throwing out the talisman that Han Te had transformed into, directly colliding with the incoming blood bone arrow.

At the same time, Xu Hei inhaled the endless stench, using the Demon God Cauldron to swiftly refine it.

This poison was actually the easiest for him to neutralize.

”Ouch!”

Han Te cried out, the talisman pierced by the blood arrow. He emerged from the talisman, his clothes torn with a big hole, but his physical body remained intact.

As for the bone arrow, he managed to catch it under his armpit.

With no time to curse Xu Hei, seeing the chaos around him, Han Te shouted, ”Gentlemen, I’m just passing by, nothing to do with me. You all carry on, I’m leaving!”

He escaped the trap and fled into the distance.

Seeing his bone arrow casually caught by a nobody, Xiong Yan squinted his eyes, a hint of killing intent flashing as he pursued Han Te.

”This Han Te is indeed not simple!” Xu Hei thought to himself. He had always suspected Han Te was hiding something, so he threw him out to test, and it turned out he was right.