Global Treasure Chest: Start With The Supreme Breathing Technique

Chapter 139: Pluto PatriarchHowever, this kind of restraint was melted by the divine furnace in Ye Chen’s body after a few breaths.

This is a peculiar power similar to faith. After being refined by the divine furnace, this power actually only transformed into a faint trace of energy.

And it is this special power that has the peculiar ability to restrict kings, and the refining time is slightly longer.

However, from Feng Chun’s disregard for this power, it seems that this power should be related to the underworld god he believes in.

But Feng Chun believes it is related to the Dark Profound Art. Fortunately, Ye Chen was not firmly bound here.

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t know how to rescue others.

Little did they know that only the two of them could break free from this power.

And their situation shocked the others immensely.

It has been hundreds of years, and today they truly encountered ghosts.

The Hundred Ghosts Night Walk appeared ahead of schedule, followed by Ye Chen and Feng Chun ignoring the restraints.

It feels like a dream, or rather a nightmare.

But they quickly disappeared into the crowd of ghosts and monsters.

They were like the ghost messengers from the underworld, but they couldn’t be touched.

Seeing this scene, Feng Chun undoubtedly believed even more in the underworld god in his heart.

The soul really exists after death!

Even though their ancestors of the race had never seen it for thousands of years, it was finally confirmed today.

Without time to pay respects, Ye Chen forcibly pulled Feng Chun into the underworld.

It was terrifyingly quiet here, but a faint voice came from all directions.

But for some reason, even though they wouldn’t separate after the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, it was different at this moment.

Feng Chun, who was brought in by Ye Chen, silently disappeared from his hands.

As if he had never appeared at all.

In the center of the underworld, a devout figure appeared in front of a majestic idol and respectfully paid his respects.

This was the highest ritual of the underworld race towards the underworld god, an unchanging belief that sustained their survival.

The ethereal power of faith continuously flowed into the idol from Feng Chun’s body.

Gradually, the closed eyes of the idol slightly opened.

The petrified shell kept falling off, and an old man on the verge of death fell out of the idol.

This ethereal old man startled Feng Chun, and a very familiar feeling came from the old man’s body.

He hurriedly caught the old man, but the moment he caught him, a hand as dry as wood pressed on Feng Chun’s head.

The power of faith that Feng Chun had accumulated in his body from his unwavering belief in the underworld god surged into the old man’s body.

But the old man, who was close to death, did not expect to rely on this power to recover, nor did he want to harm the child in front of him.

From Feng Chun’s body, he felt the bloodline fluctuation of the same race.

This was the only member of the same race he had encountered in the celestial prison for over a thousand years.

He had some things to say to Feng Chun, but his life was coming to an end, so he needed that strange power of faith to prolong his life.

The pure power of faith in Feng Chun’s unwavering belief in the underworld god gradually restored the old man to his youthful appearance.

His imposing figure was exactly the same as the ancestor of the underworld left in the Feng Chun race.

When the underworld was invaded by various races thousands of years ago, in order to protect his people, he disappeared during the battle with the powerful beings of the celestial realm.

Unexpectedly, he was captured and imprisoned in the celestial prison.

But even if he had returned to his youthful appearance, it was just a last hurrah. His life was not much left.

Being able to see his descendants before his death was something he was extremely pleased about. It meant that his race had not been extinguished, and there was still a day for the rise of the underworld race.

The ancestor of the underworld helped Feng Chun, who had fallen to the ground, and asked with a hint of excitement, ”Are you from the underworld race on the underworld star? How is the underworld star now? Is our race still okay? And why are you here? Is the underworld star still struggling to survive?”

In order to leave himself a chance to see his descendants, he had sealed himself in the idol of the underworld god for nearly a thousand years.

From being captured and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, to opening up this dangerous place, he has spent his entire life’s effort.

There are endless words he wants to say to his descendants, but it’s already too late.

Feng Chun naturally recognized this unparalleled person, but judging from his aura, he probably won’t live much longer.

He tried to explain the situation as simply as possible to the Military Star Patriarch, so that he could understand what had happened during the years he was absent.

Unexpectedly, after his disappearance, the race was almost wiped out, but fortunately there is this young man in front of him.

From him, one can vaguely see a great fortune, which is a sign of the revival of the race.

However, based on his own experience, he must explain some things to this young man.

”Child, the burden of reviving the race will probably fall on you. I don’t have much time left, so there are a few important things I need to explain clearly.

Firstly, our belief in the God of the Underworld, although it can greatly enhance our strength and combat power, it becomes a shackle that restricts us after breaking through the Heavenly Realm.

If you want to surpass the previous generations, you must break free from this restriction and become the God of the Underworld yourself!

Only then can you embark on a new path.

And the person who came in with you has an even purer source of death energy than us. He is more likely to embark on this path.

If we can get his help, the possibility of reviving the race will greatly increase!

...Please give flowers...

That’s all I can say. What follows may be painful, but the power of belief in your body must be removed as soon as possible.”

As soon as the words of the Underworld Star Patriarch fell, an immense aura erupted, and he once again placed his hand on Feng Chun’s head, forcibly extracting all the power of belief from his body.

The intense pain made Feng Chun unable to suppress his screams.

This power of belief, deeply intertwined with the soul, is not easy to remove.

At the entrance of the Underworld, Ye Chen had not sensed the aura of his disciple for a long time, so for the first time in this Heavenly Realm, he spread his wings of two colors.

The wings of hundreds of meters gently waved, and a strong storm dispersed all the death energy.

Countless creatures resembling hell demons kept pouring in from all directions.

Summoning the Great Desolation Halberd, Ye Chen rampaged through this eerie Underworld.

The dangerous place opened up by the Underworld Star Patriarch with his Heavenly Realm strength might cause great difficulties for others, but it couldn’t stop Ye Chen’s footsteps at all.

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This Underworld that was opened up was soon cleared by Ye Chen by more than half.

He rescued the few remaining survivors from the clutches of the demons.

That figure, like a demon god, couldn’t be erased from the hearts of the people. At this moment, many people followed Ye Chen directly towards the center of the Underworld, the Underworld Palace.

Along the way, his imposing manner of killing gods and buddhas was astonishing, and countless demons turned into dense death energy and were absorbed by Ye Chen.

The pitch-black color that covered the sky and blocked the sun was like an extremely evil demon, stirring up chaos in this Underworld.

Inside the Underworld Palace, as the last trace of power of belief was successfully removed, the Underworld Star Patriarch, who had lived until now for the sake of the Underworld Star race, transmitted all his lifelong experience into Feng Chun’s mind.

All the bottlenecks were completely broken at this moment, and Ye Chen’s understanding of himself became clearer.

It was only today that he learned of Ye Chen’s terrifying power and understood where his great fortune came from through the information transmitted by the Patriarch.

And when everything was over, the Underworld Star Patriarch gradually turned into dust, dissipating in this gloomy Underworld Palace.

Only a string of silver skull necklaces soaked in the blood of powerful beings from various realms remained.

And the shattered divine elephant stood alone in the Underworld Palace.

For the sake of waiting for his descendants, the Underworld Star Patriarch had been lonely here for nearly a thousand years.

Feng Chun put away the necklace and slowly left the palace.

At the entrance, the overwhelming death energy calmed down at this moment.

A faint voice came, and this Underworld began a new round of slaughter.

”Feng Chun, I leave the remaining ghosts to you.”

This time, it was the disciple, not the teacher, who stirred up the terrifying death energy.