Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1308 Nether River Ferrymen (4)

This was a realm that belonged exclusively to a region.

When Han Muye and Huang Six arrived at the Nether River, only then did they understand why demon cultivators gathered here.

The Nether River flowed like a sea of blood.

Among them, the surging power stripped away resentment and pure blood essence power.

However, this Qi and blood was not the power of the demons’ cultivation. Instead, it could devour everything and prevent people from approaching.

“Eighty million miles of the Nether River, nothing floats,” Huang Six muttered as he looked at the Nether River.

The power of the Nether River was formidable, capable of eroding the power of heaven and earth, turning this place into a land devoid of the forces of nature.

In this way, there was no order in this world.

For demon cultivators accustomed to causing havoc and chaos, this place was a treasure trove.

And by immersing their own blood and energy in the Nether River for refinement, they could gain benefits.

When Han Muye and his group arrived, many demons and monsters in the vicinity had already noticed them.

At this time, Han Muye wore a black robe, a half-faced dragon scale mask, and carried a gray longsword on his back.

This longsword was specially chosen by him and was filled with a demonic aura.

As for his body, it was concealed by a magical treasure, making him appear to be a typical dark path cultivator to outsiders.

“I once interacted with a demonic cultivator. That guy came from the Nether River.” Huang Six looked into the distance and pointed at the bank of the Nether River.

He took out a bone flute and placed it to his lips, blowing it.

“Woosh!”

The low, melancholic sound was filled with a haunting tenderness that made it difficult to suppress the sadness in one’s heart.

When this flute sound rang out, the faces of the demons and monsters in the vicinity changed dramatically, and they fled in all directions.

Han Muye’s face also showed a hint of surprise.

Ahead, on the blood-colored Nether River, a 1,000-foot-long bone-colored sailboat swayed gently.

“Didn’t they say that nothing floats on the Nether River?” Han Muye turned to look at Huang Six.

This statement was just made.

“Well, I guess he’s capable.” Huang Six raised his hand and looked at the bone flute in his hand.

This bone flute was made of the same material as the bone boat.

“But Sixth Brother?”

A voice sounded from the ship. A young man in a black robe and covered in fiendish light stood at the bow.

“Are you here to see my sister?”

Huang Six looked a little unnatural.

Han Muye looked up at him.

“Ahem, I guess so…” Huang Six replied, then lowered his voice. “They’re the Nether River Ferrymen. If you want to find someone in the Nether River, you can only look for them.”

Hearing Huang Six’s answer, a black ladder had already stretched out from the bone boat.

Han Muye and Huang Six jumped onto the ladder.

The two of them slowly walked forward. When they reached the front of the ladder and hung above the Nether River, Han Muye’s expression suddenly changed.

All the Immortal Dao power in his body was lost.

At this moment, he was like a mortal. Apart from the blood essence power in his body, he could not even mobilize his sword intent.

Fortunately, the power of the soul could still be used, and the Essence Soul Sword in the divine treasure could also sense it.

The Nether River actually had such a strange power.

It was no wonder that Huang Six was unwilling to come.

“This is my brother, Han Muye.”

Stepping onto the deck, Huang Six pointed at Han Muye, then raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man on the deck.

“Kid, you’ve grown so big.”

Huang Six turned to look at Han Muye and said, “Do you remember the power of the Demon Dragon that I triggered when I stepped into the Demon Realm?”

“That’s his sister.”

Back then, Huang Six mobilized his demonic aura and stepped into the demonic path world.

Back then, Huang Six had invoked a body full of demonic energy and entered the world of the dark path. He wore a suit of demonic armor and attracted a Demon Dragon, becoming known as the Great Sage who treads the heavens.

Unexpectedly, there was such a connection with the Nether River.

Back then, Han Muye had heard from Huang Six that in the end, he chose to send the Demon Dragon away and retire with Sixth Sister-in-law.

Could there be a story behind this?

“My name is Ke Yang, and I’m the young clan leader of the Ferryman Clan on the River Styx.”

“You’re Sixth Brother’s brother, so you’re naturally my brother.”

The young man covered in demonic light and with his hair tied up high nodded at Han Muye.

“By the way, since I’ve come out, I can’t go back empty-handed.” After Ke Yang finished speaking, he raised his hand and summoned black demonic shadows that scattered in all directions.

“The Nether River Ferry, traversing between yin and yang.”

“Now that you’ve seen yin and yang, hand over your souls—”

Ke Yang let out a low shout, and a strange power vibrated in the void.

The power stunned the fiendish demons one after another. Their eyes were lifeless as they straightened their bodies.

The black shadows that had scattered fell onto these demons and monsters, extracting their soul power and then holding it in their hands before offering it to Ke Yang.

Ke Yang raised his hand, and the jet-black flow of light flickered at his fingertips as he integrated this soul power into the sail at the front of the boat.

With the integration of his soul, the entire bone boat began to slowly move forward.

“In this world, the most persistent thing is the soul, and the most contemptible thing is also the soul, and the heaviest thing is still the soul.

“My bone boat uses my soul as a sail, so I can travel through the Nether River.”

“Let’s go. I’ll show you around the Nether River.”

Ke Yang smiled, waved his hand, and set the bone boat on a faster course.

Above their heads, the souls let out agonizing howls.

“Don’t look, there are no good people in this Soul-grinding Banner, those captured by it are all deeply sinful guys.”

Huang Six shook his head and looked at the surging blood-colored river in the distance.

The waves surged, as if they were about to devour heaven and earth.

“In fact, it would be great if there really were a river in this world that clearly distinguished between good and evil…”

Just as he finished speaking, a huge black shadow rose from the river in front of them.

Ke Yang’s face changed, and he muttered, “Damn, could we be so unlucky that we encountered a River Beast right after coming out?”