Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3408 Chaos Across the Three Realms?

Her voice was hoarse as she tried to dissuade him: "My benefactor, below... below is the most dangerous and extremely yin place in the entire Ghost Realm."

"The chilling aura is extremely domineering, enough to instantly freeze a cultivator's soul, causing the soul to shatter inch by inch..."

"Moreover...moreover, beneath the spring, there is an ancient guardian beast that guards the heart of the River Styx, and it is extremely ferocious."

"Even the Ghost Realm Generals dare not approach easily!"

"It's alright."

Yang Susu interrupted the old priest calmly, and with a flick of her wrist, the Holy Heaven Sword appeared in her hand.

The sword's blade was as smooth as water, its cold light sharp and radiant, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

"There is no place in this world that I cannot go, nor is there any evil that I cannot eradicate."

After saying that, she turned to look at Yang Rui, who was weak but had a stubborn look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Your injuries are too serious. Stay up there with Xiaolong to take care of the clansmen and guard the entrance."

"Xiao Huang and I can go down."

"No." Yang Rui shook his head violently. Although he was so weak that he could barely stand, his eyes were unusually firm.

He clutched his chest, trying to suppress a cough, and said, word by word, "Cough cough... I, I want to go too!"

"Moreover... Xiaolong also wants to see with his own eyes the evil creature that killed his entire clan."

Xiao Long nodded: "Yes, I want to go down too!"

Yang Susu nodded gently: "Okay, let's go together then."

"Little Blue, clear the way!"

"Yes, Master! Watch me!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Heaven Sword let out a clear and resounding sword cry, its blade growing ten thousand feet tall, transforming into a blue sword light that pierced through the darkness, carrying Yang Susu, Yang Rui, Xiao Huang, and Xiao Long, and rushing into the bottomless Netherworld Abyss that was constantly spewing out pitch-black evil energy.

Beneath the abyss lies an endless, thick darkness, so dark that one cannot see their own hand in front of their face, and even divine sense cannot extend very far.

Falling, falling endlessly downwards.

The wind howled incessantly, carrying with it the mournful cries of countless wronged souls.

The sound penetrates directly to the soul; an ordinary cultivator who hears it for even a moment will be driven mad and suffer a qi deviation.

The deeper you fall into the abyss, the lower the temperature becomes.

That kind of cold was completely different from the ordinary cold of winter; it was an extreme chill that penetrated to the bone marrow, froze the spiritual veins, and could even completely stiffen the soul.

It is formed from the extremely yin energy that has gathered the resentment of the ghost realm for hundreds of millions of years.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Yang Rui's coughing became more and more violent, each cough sounding as if he was coughing up all his internal organs, causing him unbearable pain.

A thick layer of black ice had formed on his eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair. His face was bluish-purple and black, his body was trembling violently uncontrollably, his spiritual energy was sluggish, and his soul was numb from the cold.

"Third Senior Brother, hold on! Don't fall asleep!" Little Huang was so anxious that he paced around frantically, desperately mobilizing all the medicinal spiritual power in his body, transforming himself into a small furnace emitting a soft green light, pressing it tightly against Yang Rui's neck and heart.

Little Yellow is using its purest life force to protect him from the cold.

"Hang in there a little longer, we're almost there!"

Seeing this, Yang Susu's expression became even more solemn. She immediately separated a wisp of extremely refined Orchid Sacred Flame, which transformed into a warm ring of fire, protecting Yang Rui completely in the center.

Wherever the sacred flame passed, the extreme cold rapidly melted away, and warmth slowly enveloped him, finally easing his frozen body.

"This is the core of the Nine Nether Spring, where the extreme Yin energy of the entire Ghost Realm has been gathered for hundreds of millions of years, making it exceptionally domineering."

"Even the soul of a supreme god would be frozen and cracked inch by inch if invaded by this cold air," Yang Susu warned in a deep voice, as holy fire slowly spread out around her, forming a solid wall of fire that protected everyone in the center.

"Everyone, stay close behind me and don't stray from the vicinity of the Olympic flame."

After falling for an unknown amount of time, the momentum of the descent suddenly slowed down, and everyone landed steadily on a solid black ice surface.

The ice beneath their feet was as black as ink, chilling to the bone, and far harder than any black iron in the world.

With each step, you can feel the chilling aura emanating from the earth spreading up your feet.

All around were jagged, menacing black rocks, each one encased in thick layers of black ice, emitting a faint, chilling light that reflected the blue glow of the sacred flame, creating an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

In the very center of this underground space stands an enormous ancient spring.

There was not a single drop of clear water or any liquid in the spring.

Only a heart-shaped object, as black as ink and about the size of a human head, was quietly suspended in mid-air, beating slowly and heavily.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each jump creates a visible black ripple.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air distorted, the cold air surged, and crashed hard against the surrounding rock walls, producing a dull, drum-like echo that shook the entire underground space.

That was the Heart of the Styx that wiped out the entire Zhulong clan.

This evil object continuously releases extremely yin energy, polluting the Dragon Realm, harming living beings, and causing countless Zhulong to die tragically.

Yang Rui said weakly, "It's this thing that killed so many members of the Zhulong clan..."

The chill and violence in the air grew stronger.

Little Yellow: "Oh my god, this Heart of the Styx is terrifying!"

Little Blue: "Little Yellow, don't be afraid, your owner will destroy it in a little while."

Yang Rui coughed, pressing his lips to his mouth: "Destroy it, you must destroy it!"

"Destroying this Heart of the Styx will weaken the Ghost Realm."

"Little Dragon, you've avenged half of your clan's death."

At this moment, Zhulong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

Because of this one thing, his people suffered for ten thousand years and were enslaved for ten thousand years.

Zhulong: "I... am not called Little Dragon!"

Yang Rui coughed lightly, pressing his lips to his mouth: "You have a name?"

Zhulong: "...Of course I have a name."

"My name is Zhulin!"

Xiao Huang: "Bamboo forest?"

Zhu Lin: "It is the 'Zhu' in Zhulong and the 'Lin' in Ganlin."

Little Yellow: "Oh, I see, bamboo forest!"

Zhu Lin: "..."

Yang Susu said, "You all stand here and don't move."

“I went forward and destroyed this evil thing.”

Yang Rui said worriedly, "Su Shen, be careful!"

Yang Susu nodded.

Her expression was cold as she strode toward the center of the spring.

With each light step she took, the black ice beneath her feet, as hard as iron, could not withstand the divine power emanating from her body and shattered with a "crackling" sound.

The ice patterns spread wildly like a spider web, and in an instant, they shattered into countless fragments.

The extremely cold and yin energy was forced back by the sacred flames of the Orchid Garden three feet away from her, unable to get close to her at all.

Yang Susu looked up at the slowly beating black heart, a chillingly mocking smile playing on her lips: "Di Yuan wants to use the Heart of the Styx to forge the Myriad Soul Banner."

"Using the souls of billions as a catalyst to wreak havoc on the three realms?"

"wishful thinking."