# Chapter 2762: Absolutely Brilliant
The Santu River flowed eternally, its turbulent currents never ceasing.
In the boundless Corpse Sea Forbidden Zone, the water surface was reddish-brown, with waves rising over ten zhang high. Ancient and eerie power filled both the sky and the water's depths.
"Splash!"
A ball of fire rapidly flew out from the Corpse Sea Forbidden Zone and landed on a reef.
Crackling sounds arose.
The reef instantly melted, turning into pools of magma.
As the flames dissipated, Wujiang's body was revealed.
Wujiang's divine robe was tattered, his aura weak, and he gasped heavily. As the black lightning patterns on his forehead flickered, thousands upon thousands of black lines appeared around him, interweaving like a spiderweb between the water and sky.
"So terrifying, this Corpse Sea Forbidden Zone. Fortunately, I comprehended the method of using Dark Essence, or else I fear I wouldn't have been able to escape from within."
Staring at the reddish-brown water ahead, Wujiang's eyes were filled with nothing but wariness. He no longer dared to recklessly charge into such a dangerous place.
Divine Qi swirled around him once.
A black martial robe appeared on his body, and he vanished from the water's surface, quietly sneaking back into Qiyuan Saint City.
With the aid of Dark Essence, he was confident that even those gods who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years would find it impossible to see through his concealment divine ability.
"Zhang Ruochen, Bore... I, this god, did not die. Now that I have returned, your deaths are next. Rest assured, I, this god, won't let you die too easily. I'll make you understand what cruelty is, what humiliation is."
Wujiang held a stifled anger in his heart.
The reason he had been able to escape from the Corpse Sea Forbidden Zone was that every time he fell into a deathly desperate situation, every time he felt hopeless, the faces of Zhang Ruochen and Bore would appear in his mind.
But just as he entered Qiyuan Saint City, Wujiang heard the news of his father god, Wentong Great God's, fall.
"Impossible? How can this be?"
This news struck him like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, something Wujiang could not accept.
As Wujiang was lost in thought, a green-robed female nun walked toward him from the opposite end of the long street.
The green-robed female nun appeared extremely young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her wide sleeves fluttered like lotus leaves, and her delicate body wrapped in green robes was pure white without blemish, flowing with crystalline luster, like a lotus petal washed clean by rain.
Her entire being radiated spiritual energy, her eyes bright, her eyelashes long and curved.
It was as if she were a body condensed from all the spiritual beauty of the world, pure and flawless. Yet deep within her pupils lay a subtlety that even gods found difficult to detect, making one realize she was not simply a young female nun.
With a countenance like hers, she should have been the center of everyone's attention.
However, on the long street, there were many living beings and undead cultivators passing by, yet not a single one cast her an extra glance.
It wasn't until the green-robed female nun arrived three steps in front of Wujiang that he snapped back to reality, looked at the person opposite him, and met the nun's gaze. "Juemiao Chan Nu."
The female nun, whom Wujiang called Juemiao Chan Nu, though possessing a youthful maiden's appearance, was not lively or cheerful. She appeared quiet and peaceful. "If you want to know how Wentong Great God fell, follow me."
Having said this, she led the way ahead.
On the street, wherever Juemiao Chan Nu stepped, a lotus flower bloomed with each step.
Wujiang knew that Juemiao Chan Nu's background was extraordinary. She wielded great authority within the Nether Hall, so he did not dare to be negligent and quickly followed.
Following Juemiao Chan Nu, Wujiang entered a spirit manor.
Beneath a corpse tree covered in human heads, he saw an old man sitting there.
Behind the old man stood four Nether Hall false gods.
When Wujiang's gaze fell upon the old man, the feelings of hatred, doubt, depression, and bitterness that had filled his heart instantly swept away, replaced by shock. He quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Hall Master."
The Nether Hall Hall Master's face was covered in knife-carved wrinkles. He had no imposing aura at all and smiled kindly. "Wentong's son is indeed extraordinary. You are quite good."
"The Hall Master flatters me!"
In the presence of a figure like the Nether Hall Hall Master, Wujiang dared not show any arrogance.
The Nether Hall Hall Master said, "Actually, half a month ago, I, this seat, arrived at the Life and Death Boundary Star. I intended to make a move and rescue you directly from the Corpse Sea Forbidden Zone, but I felt that you should undergo self-tempering. These past half month, I have been observing you. You have done well, even surpassing Wentong from back then."
"Thank you for the Hall Master's favor," Wujiang said.
The Nether Hall Hall Master said, "Wujiang, after all, you are of the Underworld Clan. Do you want to come back? If you return, everything your father god possessed—including territories, wealth, power... all of it—will be inherited by you. I, this seat, can be your greatest backing, ensuring that no one within the Nether Hall, or even the entire Underworld Clan, dares to touch these interests."
How could Wujiang not understand the deeper meaning behind the Nether Hall Hall Master's words?
In other words, if he did not return to the Nether Hall, all the wealth left behind by his father god might very well not belong to him and would be embezzled by other gods of the Nether Hall.
Wujiang said, "Can this matter be discussed later? Right now, I just want to know who killed my father god."
"There are a few suspects. Wuqingzong is the most likely possibility," the Nether Hall Hall Master said.
The four false gods standing behind the Nether Hall Hall Master had seen the White Paper Thousand Crane Ship but had not seen Wuqingzong. The reason the Nether Hall Hall Master mentioned Wuqingzong's name was that this matter had already spread throughout the Hell Realm.
Over the past half month, undercurrents had surged within the Hell Realm, and all kinds of news were flying everywhere.
Among them, "Wuqingzong killed Wentong" and "Zhang Ruochen went to the Dark Abyss Yan Clan to find a way to break the curse" had stirred up the most commotion, pushing the Dark Abyss Yan Clan to the forefront of the storm.
The key point was, who had spread these messages? To this day, it remained a mystery.
Wujiang did not have the heart to seek revenge for Wentong Great God. Their father-son relationship had always been very thin.
However, Wentong Great God's cultivation and status had always been the background resource for Wujiang's growth. And this background resource, compared to his master at the Darkness Temple, was actually dispensable.
Upon hearing the name "Wuqingzong," he felt even less inclined to seek revenge.
Nevertheless, Wujiang's face showed an expression of extreme hatred and anger. "This matter must be thoroughly investigated. If it really was Wuqingzong who killed my father god, once my cultivation reaches the God Venerable realm, I will surely cut off his head to offer as a sacrifice to my father god's departed soul."
"Good! Very good!"
The Nether Hall Hall Master took out a wooden box and placed it on the stone table. "Open it and take a look."
Wujiang opened the wooden box.
From within burst forth a brilliant radiance like stars. Waves of powerful divine soul force instantly spread throughout the entire manor.
"This seat went to the place where your father god fell and collected the remnants of his divine soul. If you refine this divine soul force, you can multiply your cultivation in a very short time, saving you centuries of cultivation to consolidate your realm. By then, even if that little divine maiden of the Destiny Temple is formidable, how could she possibly be your match? The humiliation and hatred she inflicted upon you, you can personally repay," the Nether Hall Hall Master said.
In truth, after comprehending the method of using Dark Essence, Wujiang already considered himself not inferior to Bore.
If he could refine the remnants of Wentong Great God's divine soul, his cultivation would at least double. How could he not be tempted?
Wujiang said, "But to completely refine this divine soul, I'm afraid it would take a hundred years."
"With this seat helping you, why would it take a hundred years? However, you must agree to one thing for this seat," the Nether Hall Hall Master said with a smile.
Wujiang bowed again. "If the Hall Master has any instructions, just give the order. Wujiang needs no reward."
The Nether Hall Hall Master, with his deep cunning, had long seen through all his thoughts but did not expose them. "You need to go to the Abyss of Darkness and kill Zhang Ruochen."
"Zhang Ruochen is going to the Abyss of Darkness?" Wujiang was visibly shaken.
The Nether Hall Hall Master said, "To break the curse, going to the Abyss of Darkness is his only chance. Of course, this chance is very slim."
"No matter how slim, we cannot give him any opportunity."
A thoughtful look appeared in Wujiang's eyes. "But the Abyss of Darkness is very dangerous. Why kill him there?"
The Nether Hall Hall Master said, "There are three reasons."
"First, the opportunities to kill Zhang Ruochen are very few, and the cost is always high. Each opportunity is extremely precious. This time, to kill him, the Nether Hall has suffered heavy losses, and even your father god has fallen."
"In that case, the Abyss of Darkness is indeed an excellent place. There, no god can help him," Wujiang said.
"Second, although the Abyss of Darkness is dangerous, for you, who cultivates the Path of Darkness and has mastered the method of using Dark Essence, it is like a fish in water. There, not just one Bore, but even three or five Bores would be no match for you. This is also why this seat has been waiting for you. Only you have this advantage."
Wujiang had a deep understanding of the Abyss of Darkness, so he nodded.
As for Bore, his desire went far beyond merely killing her.
The Nether Hall Hall Master continued, "Third, if it were just about killing Zhang Ruochen, this seat would not place such importance on it. Going to the Abyss of Darkness, you have an even more important task to accomplish."
"What task?" Wujiang asked.
The Nether Hall Hall Master glanced at Juemiao Chan Nu. "Once you reach the Abyss of Darkness, Juemiao will tell you what it is."
"Juemiao Chan Nu is also going to the Abyss of Darkness?" Wujiang was surprised.
He knew that Juemiao Chan Nu's identity was extraordinary. She carried the bloodline of Yinshitian, the most unparalleled figure of the Underworld Clan in the last ten eons, like a princess of the Underworld Clan, extremely noble.
Why would she risk herself?
It seemed that the task Juemiao Chan Nu was going to undertake was the real main mission, and killing Zhang Ruochen was likely just a side objective.
The Nether Hall Hall Master stood up. "Every time the strange beasts in the Abyss of Darkness riot, it is the perfect opportunity to enter. This riot is unprecedented in intensity. Something major must be happening in the Abyss of Darkness. If you enter this time, you might obtain a great fortune for rapid advancement."
Since even Juemiao Chan Nu was going in, the last doubts in Wujiang's heart dissipated. He no longer worried about being used.
Wujiang said, "Not to mention other fortunes, the fortune from killing Zhang Ruochen alone is unparalleled. The Abyss of Darkness, I will go."
"Very good. Truly Wentong's son, not one to fear trouble. With such boldness, you can look forward to becoming a God Venerable in the future."
The Nether Hall Hall Master nodded with a smile, then pointed his finger toward Wujiang's forehead.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The divine soul force filling the garden turned into wisps of air currents, converging at the Nether Hall Hall Master's fingertip, then surged into Wujiang's body.
(Chapter End)