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The Netherworld Sect's terrain was peculiar, on the remaining veins of a mountain range, going to the west, would be the Demonic Beast mountain range that spanned across the land, where Demonic Beast roamed, full of danger. If a normal person did not have a powerful technique, they would have died.

To the southeast was a city where the human race was as numerous as the stars in the sky. The city represented the enormous and ancient kingdom of the dukes, Ninesuns City.

From the eastern part of Nine Yang City, a large river snaked its way through, leaving a grand trail behind it. It brought life to humans, demons, beasts, and other races.

These three aspects were considered relatively familiar to the Netherworld Sect disciples. Even if it was the Demonic Beast mountain range, many disciples had tried to enter before.

However, very few people knew that it was at the northern side of the Netherworld Sect.

The gray mountain range full of exotic winds cut off the road to the north and blocked the view.

When the Netherworld Sect disciples entered the sect, they were told never to cross that mountain range. As for why, the clan rules did not explain.

Even though it was called a mountain range, it actually seemed like a cliff. However, this cliff was just too huge, standing at the peak of over 10,000 zhang.

The late autumn was about to end, and the beginning of winter was about to arrive.

The cold wind had already blown away all the light on the cliff. Everything had been mercilessly killed in the dead of winter.

This was a land of death, where not even the most powerful type of life force, Mountain Grass, could survive.

The night was so dark that there was not even the slightest bit of light in the sky. At this moment, the cliff was quietly submerged in the night, like an old dragon that had been lurking in the dark.

However, in a certain corner of the cliff, a small wooden house appeared in the darkness. In front of the wooden house was a hot spring, and beside the hot spring, a woman slowly walked into the dense steam without her light yellow dress.

There was a lantern hanging outside the wooden house. The red light covered her white skin. The soft and smooth color would allow even the most picky person to find the slightest flaw.

The woman's face had a natural jade-like color, as if a beautiful jade carving had landed on her face. Her delicate lips were red and thin, her white teeth were like braid, and her nose was perky. She was small, and dignified, and gentle, and agile.

Begonia in the human world, devastatingly beautiful woman, beautiful woman with a crescent moon and tender fingers, the praises of the world, no matter how stunning they were, were insufficient to describe her peerless appearance.

She was perfect. Whether it was her skin, figure, temperament, or connotation, they were all indescribably mesmerizing.

If there was a fairy in this world, then she was the first amongst the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.

The dim light of the lamp swayed in the wind.

As for the woman, she moved up and down in the hot spring, using her jade-like fingers to stir up water droplets that flowed between her collarbones.

As the water flowed, not a single mark could be left on her skin. It was like a drizzle in March that couldn't make a sound on the lotus leaves.

Long jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, and her soft hands felt softer than the finest brocade in the world. The fragrance of her hair spread out in all directions along the hot spring.

After bathing for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the woman got up, put on her clothes, and walked into the house.

Inside, there was a memorial tablet on a altar by the wall.

Three large words were written on the tablet: Ling Yunzi's position; at the bottom left corner, three small words were carved: Yin Yao as offering.

This was the ranking of the previous Master, Ling Yunzi.

And the woman, was the mysterious woman who caused the internal strife in the Netherworld Sect, Yin Yao.

The woman's delicate hands burned an incense stick before inserting it into the incense burner on the altar. Her eyes were fixed on the memorial tablet, and deep within her eyes was a sadness that caused one to be unable to help from trembling.

She stretched out her hand and her long, verdant fingers slid across the tablet as she murmured, "Three hundred years have passed …"

It had been three hundred years. During these three hundred years, she would have to bathe in fasting every day, and then burn an incense stick for Lingyun.

Three hundred years ago, in order to save her, Ling Yunzi exhausted a large number of Genuine Essence. Not long after, that super genius, who had already reached the Martial King Realm, disappeared into thin air when he was not even a hundred years old.

After carefully wiping the tablet, the girl walked to a table at the side, held a scripture in her hands and began to chant devoutly.

She had lived these 300 years like this for her loved one, for the man who had died, and yet still remained in her heart. She had done everything she could for him.

The candle flame burned like soybeans.

Gradually, the flower heart dispersed and the lights dimmed. Yin Yao subconsciously put down the scripture and used a pair of scissors to light up the candle heart.

However, before she could reach out her hand, there was a loud slap behind her and the memorial tablet fell to the ground.

Yin Yao was shocked, she immediately picked up the tablet up, but the tablet had actually cracked in the middle, causing the entire tablet to no longer appear.

"NO!" How could this be! "I'm chanting for you, I'm exalting for you. Why … why did you have to break?!"

Yin Yao's face instantly paled, but her impeccable appearance was now even more ghastly than before.

Suddenly, Yin Yao turned her head and looked outside, at the mountain that spanned across the horizon, at the back of the mountain was the place where she used to live.

"NO!" Something must have happened!? It must be because the ancestral hall was being destroyed. Otherwise, his memorial tablet wouldn't have shattered for no reason! Who was it!? "Who would have thought that after your death, you would still be so cruel!" The gentleness and weakness on Yin Yao's face slowly disappeared as the majesty of an empress gushed forth from him.

She put down the tablet and was about to head south.

However, after they had taken two steps, they suddenly stopped. A complicated look appeared in their eyes as they looked back at the tablet on the table and said, "I promised you that I won't set foot in the south of the mountain anymore. That way, more people will be in trouble …" However, your tablet is going to be destroyed by someone, how can I let them destroy your tablet? Even if this Pangu is going to overturn it, I do not want you to suffer even the slightest bit. Ling Yun, I will not let anyone hurt you again! "

With that, she flew out of the hot spring in front of the house. Carrying the pearl, she flew towards the majestic cliff that blocked their path, but without the protection of the pearl, the entire hot spring immediately froze into ice, and the place which was filled with spirit energy, quickly became a wasteland.

In the blink of an eye, the entire area surrounding the small house was shrouded in a deathly aura. There was no longer any trace of warmth or gentleness in the air.

In the darkness, a light blue figure flew up from behind the cliff and stood at the edge of the cliff, looking towards the south.

In the endless night, the girl stood on this lifeless cliff. From a distance, she looked like a gorgeous flower.

She bloomed on the edge of the ice-cold cliff, and looked in the direction of the Netherworld Sect. In these three hundred years, this was the first time she had stood still like this looking out for such a long time.

She was like a bunch of Begonia, Pan'gu Continent, the most beautiful Begonia.