Boundless love for the Demon Foxes and the golden-furred, jade-faced nine-tailed fox!
It was the will of the Green Qiu Foxes to exterminate all enemies that threatened the Demon Foxes, especially those that threatened the bloodline of the golden-furred, jade-faced nine-tailed fox. Such was the will of the Green Qiu Foxes, a rule that completely favored one side without reason.
And Mei Xue was the greatest beneficiary of that rule.
Because in his body flowed the dreamy blood that the Green Qiu Foxes doted on most. He was the golden-furred, jade-faced nine-tailed fox favored by the world.
In the world of the Green Qiu Foxes that had completely become Mei Xue's home ground, the wriggling stain appeared so incongruous with the Twin Shadows that were as disgusting as sludge.
"Thy wings shall cover the sun and set the skies ablaze."
Zhang Jiao's voice continued to reverberate between heaven and earth. With each word, Mei Xue felt a greater threat.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of four chains beginning to crumble and break.
Those were the chains that sealed the ancient monster, the chains that connected the powers of the four corners of the Myriad Seas and Mountains. It was the seal of heaven and earth named after the Blue Dragon, the White Tiger, ZhuQue, and Xuanwu.
As long as those four chains remained connected to the powers of the four corners of the Myriad Seas and Mountains, the ancient monster bound within would never awaken.
And yet, some external power was twisting and devouring those chains. It was a power that originated from the indescribable horror of the Myriad Seas and Mountains, a power that stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
The plan did not require the help of others from the start, because there was only one person who could awaken the slumbering ancient monster, the Nine Neonate.
The heir of the Heavenly Tome's Key of Peace, the host of the Nine Netherworlds' Black — Zhang Jiao!
All other necromancers were merely dispensable figures in the plan.
"Zheng Xuan!"
Shrouded in endless black mist, Dong Lin's body became increasingly inhuman. Massive black bony spikes grew out of his body, making him appear as menacing as a porcupine.
However, before he could do anything, blood spurted out of his seven orifices and turned into a large amount of black mist that assimilated his body.
There was no hope. Mei Xue could see this, and so could Donglin.
He did not possess the qualifications to truly fuse with the Netherworld Seed.
Although he relied on the Dharma Access of the necromancer to partially control the power of the Nine Nether Seed in his body, compared to Zheng Xuan, it was like the pot calling the kettle black.
If he had time to adapt step by step and get used to the power of the Nine Netherworlds Seed, he might have a chance to reach the end after a long period of time to fuse with it and assimilate the contamination from the remains of the Nine Netherworlds Seed in his body.
However, Mei Xue's attack had broken the balance of his body, causing him to lose his last chance to embark on the Great Dao.
If one were to say that Zheng Xuan had taken the wrong path from the start and was destined to be devoured by the Nine Nether Seed's corrupted blood, then Dong Lin had half a foot on the right path, but his leg had been chopped off by Mei Xue.
How could Dong Lin not hate and go crazy over this?
He had paid a huge price in order to reach this point in his life. How many people had he killed, how many people had he bowed to, and how many insane contracts had he signed, only to obtain this chance to embark on the Great Dao.
Now, it was all over.
Even though he still held the black rhombus that could suppress the contamination from the Nine Nether Seed, the indescribable power that emanated from his body told Dong Lin his ending.
From now on, there would no longer be a person called "Dong Lin" in this world.
Even if he survived and left some traces of a human, it would only be the residue of the Nine Nether Seed that had devoured his body.
The most likely outcome was that not even the residue would be left, and all traces of him would disappear from the Various Seas and Mountains.
This was the cruel truth that necromancers who lived in the remains of the Nine Nether Seed and grew rapidly with the power of the "Demonic Seed" had to face.
Out of a hundred necromancers who were implanted with the Demonic Seed condensed from the remains of the Nine Nether Seed, it would be a miracle if even ten of them could survive. Among these ten, eight or nine out of ten would be devoured before they reached the Divine Will Level because they could not control the Demonic Seed in their bodies.
The devoured necromancers would become new Demonic Seeds and be inherited by future necromancers. Just like that, the tragedy would repeat again and again.
Only when a certain talented necromancer completely inherited the power of the Demonic Seed that had been cultivated for generations and truly surpassed the will of the Demonic Seed of the Nine Nether Seed and stepped into the legendary realm, would the cultivation of the Demonic Seed be truly completed.
Just like Zhang Jiao, who was chosen by the Demonic Seed of the Nine Nether Seed from the very beginning and willingly integrated with it, it could be said to be an unprecedented miracle in the history of the Netherworld Cult.
Most of the necromancers who were considered peerless geniuses in the eyes of others eventually became nourishment for the cultivation of the Demonic Seed.
The Netherworld Cult did not conceal this at all.
This was because to obtain the power of the Nine Nether Seed, one had to pay such a heavy price.
However, even so, there were still countless necromancers who threw themselves into the Netherworld Cult and became the host of the remains of the Nine Nether Seed at all costs.
The power of the Nine Nether Seed was so maddening. As long as it was a necromancer who had experienced the true power of the Nine Nether Seed, no one could resist this temptation.
Almost everyone unconsciously chose not to see the ending of the necromancers who failed to host the Nine Nether Seed. All the necromancers who were confident in their talents felt that they could be the ones who survived to the end.
They wanted to be like the necromancers who had truly obtained the power of the Nine Nether Seed in the Netherworld Cult, to grasp the most terrifying power of the Seas and Mountains in the palm of their hands.
Zheng Xuan was like this, and so was Dong Lin. All the necromancers who willingly became the host of the Demonic Seed condensed from the remains of the Nine Nether Seed held the same idea. They obtained the power of the Nine Nether Seed at all costs.
It was not until they were swallowed by the power of the Nine Nether Seed that they realized how arrogant and overconfident they were.
At this moment, Dong Lin understood why countless predecessors who had obtained the Demonic Seed of the Nine Nether Seed had completely disappeared from this world.
How could this be a power that a human body could control!
Darkness, bottomless darkness, was contaminating his body bit by bit and swallowing his spirit.
It was cruel and unstoppable!
There was no way to stop this endless cold power. His memory, his body, and everything about him had already reached the inevitable end.
The rhombus pillars that were once his only hope, cast by the necromancers in the past to control and suppress the polluting power of the Nine Nether Seed, had already lost their original appearance. They were contaminated and assimilated by the power of the Nine Nether Seed that was constantly emerging from his body.
In the end, these four rhombus pillars, which were magic treasures, were completely eroded by the power of the Nine Nether Seed and became a part of his body.
And he had completely lost his human form. His flesh, blood, and bones had all turned into a cloud of black mist, floating like a spiked ball.
"Crack!"
As if not used to controlling this body that was not very useful, the Nine Nether Seed that crawled out of Dong Lin's body slightly reduced its appearance.
The Nine Nether Seed that appeared in front of Mei Xue was a pair of rhombus pillars that were tightly connected. It looked a little like Dong Lin's magic treasure, but there was a pair of cold black eyes in the center.
"Finally, I'm back."
"It's been a long time, a long time."
Mei Xue floated quietly in the air. It was not that he didn't want to stop it, but that he had no choice. At this moment, he was in a magical state where he was completely integrated with the power of heaven and earth, temporarily forgetting everything around him.
"Boom!
Boom! "
Dozens of lightning bolts bombarded Mei Xue's head, causing the Darkest God Thunder Sword in Mei Xue's hand to radiate light that illuminated the world.
At this moment, the world was like an eternal night, and the Darkest God Thunder Sword in Mei Xue's hand was the most dazzling light in the world.
"I understand."
Mei Xue slowly opened his eyes. Countless streaks of lightning flowed through his eyes, adding a trace of lightning to his eyes.
In the next moment, the thunder beads in the Darkest God Thunder Sword lit up one after another, forming a mysterious path in front of Mei Xue.
This was a path formed by seven connected points. This was the path of death that Mei Xue saw after comprehending the power of heaven and earth and fusing the power of the Seven Star Big Dipper Sword and the Darkest God Thunder Sword.
Crack!
After returning to the Darkest God Thunder Sword, countless black particles began to fall from its body. These black particles turned into a sandstorm that caused the world to lose its color.
However, Mei Xue had already seen through all of this.
He clearly saw how the Darkest God Thunder Sword disintegrated and then reformed inside the black sandstorm.
He clearly saw that the black eye at the center of the pillar was the essence of the mysterious Darkest God Thunder Sword. It was a monster with the terrifying power of the Devil Eye.
Then, he drew his sword.
This sword was the Starlight Sword, a divine sword inherited from the Ancient Star System.
This sword was the Darkest God Thunder Sword that could destroy all things and destroy the world.
Inside the stained area, Zhang Jiao continued to carry out his mission. He used his giant black claws to slowly crush the incomparably tough Four Spirit Chain.
"Three lives, four worlds, return to thy shadow."
The Eastern Blue Dragon's chain, shattered!
"Five poisons corrode the body, six eyes protect the body, despise all things!"
The Western White Tiger's chain, shattered!
The Seven Fangs Destroyer, formed by the eight major sins, created the Darkest God Thunder Body.
The Southern ZhuQue's chain, shattered!
The honorific name — Jiu Ying!
The Northern Xuanwu's chain, shattered!
When the last chain of the Four Spirits of Heaven and Earth was torn by the black claws, the battle outside the stained area was also over.
Hiss!
The giant black eye was nailed to the ground by Mei Xue's Darkest God Thunder Sword, and a pillar of blood that was hundreds of meters high sprayed out.
Looking at the huge pillar of blood, Zhang Jiao's pale face suddenly became excited, because the sacrifice had been chosen.
These chosen necromancers were originally just pawns to be sacrificed.
"Come on, devour this blood!"
"Wake up, the Son of God who has the power of the Darkest God and the Sea and Mountains — Jiu Ying!"