In the gloomy and ancient dungeon, the prophets of the ancient tribe of the underworld gathered, dressed in dark robes, with serious and mysterious expressions on their faces. They stared at a stone wall with millennia of history and unknown prophecies carved into it. At this moment, they are silently assuring that the inheritance of the gods of the underworld is hidden in the ruins of the underworld.

When the news broke, the people of the world went crazy. Greedy desires are like stars in the night, which cannot be concealed. Their eyes sparkle with curiosity about novelty, a thirst for new powers, and anticipation of unknown treasures. They scrambled to the ruins of the underworld, hoping to be the first to find the mysterious legacy.

However, the prophets of the ancient tribe of the underworld looked at those who were driven by greed with a look of compassion. They shook their heads slowly, whispering an ancient prophecy in their mouths: "The ruins of the underworld are sealed, and only those who break the seal can inherit it." Their voices were deep and firm, as if they were speaking of an unchangeable fate.

The earthly people don't care about this, they only want to get the mysterious inheritance. So, they set off to the ruins of the underworld, determined to break the seal and get the "luck" that belongs to them.

In the deep underworld, an ancient and mysterious aura suddenly surged. It is a lineage from time immemorial, with power and wisdom that earthly people cannot imagine. It was a breath that moved everyone who heard it, and their eyes gleamed with greed and longing.

The ancient clans of the underworld, those mysterious beings who guarded the ruins of the underworld, after feeling this breath, they slowly appeared. Their faces are deep, as if they have experienced the vicissitudes of time, and their eyes reveal a determined look. They looked at those who came from the earthly world, and there was a deep wisdom and insight in their eyes.

"Do you know the power of this legacy?" The leader of the Ancient Clan of the Underworld spoke slowly, his voice as if it had traveled through time and space, with an ancient and vicissitudes of life, "It can give you the power to change everything, but at the same time, it will also make you fall into endless desires. ”

His voice fell, and there was a commotion in the crowd. They looked at the Ancient Clan of the Underworld, their eyes flashing with greed, and they had only one thought in their hearts - to get this inheritance.

"We are willing to take on this challenge." Finally, someone couldn't help but say aloud, "As long as we can get this inheritance, we are willing to pay no matter what the price." ”

The leader of the ancient clan of the underworld gave him a deep look, and there was a trace of helplessness and sadness in his eyes. He knew that the appearance of this inheritance would plunge these people into endless strife and desire. However, it is also their own choice.

In the deep underground, the ghost gate of the underworld stands, it is not only an impregnable defensive gate, but also an ancient seal, sealing the evil thoughts and arrogance of the ancient people of the underworld. This gate has witnessed the rise and fall of the underworld, carrying countless joys and sorrows of life and death, and its existence is both a warning and a threat.

The appearance of the Ghost Gate Pass is gloomy and solemn, and the two heavy stone doors are carved with various strange patterns, which silently tell the calamities of the past and the warnings of the future. There was a hint of cold air coming out of the crack in the door, which seemed to tell every living creature the horror and mystery behind it.

However, at this moment, the ancient clan of the underworld is planning an arrogant operation to break the seal. They realized that the irrigation of the Nine Springs to the Ghost Gate Pass was the source of the sealing power, and only by cutting off the source of this power could they have a chance to break free and regain their freedom.

In the dark underground, the figure of the ancient clan of the underworld looms. Their eyes shone with cunning and fanaticism, and their movements were strange and swift. Using ancient spells and rituals, they tried to break the seal and cut off the Nine Springs from the Ghost Gate.

However, their solution was unsuccessful. The power of the Ghost Gate Pass was powerful and complex, and every attempt they made was like throwing an insignificant stone at a huge mountain rock, unable to shake it in the slightest. And every failure makes them more crazy and more eager to find a way to solve it.

At the same time, the irrigation water of the Nine Springs continued to flow to the Ghost Gate. It was a pure power, which not only nourished the seal of the Ghost Gate, but also guarded the peace of the underworld. The Ancient Clan of the Difu understood that as long as they could not control the power of the Nine Springs, they would not be able to break through the seal of the Ghost Gate Pass.

Guided by the mysterious power of the Ancient Clans of the Underworld, the earthly people traveled through time and space to a realm they had never set foot in. It is a land of silence and solemnity, with an air of antiquity and mystery that seems to seal endless years and power.

Mu Yu, dressed in a yellowed robe, stands on this strange land. His gaze is deep and clear, like an ancient well containing endless stories, and despite the vicissitudes of the world, his bright eyes have never lost their brilliance. He wasn't going to do anything, he just quietly followed the group, feeling the ancient power that slumbered in the land, and the seals that hid in the depths of darkness.

He took a deep breath, a breath from the past, as if with a unique fragrance. That is the taste of time, the traces of time, and the imprint of history. His heart was full of thoughts of Yang Cake, which was his only concern and the purpose of his trip. He hopes to find clues about Yang Cake in this sealed land, hoping to solve the mystery that has plagued him for a long time.

The leader of the Ancient Clan of the Underworld, the mysterious old man, his gaze was deep and sharp. He led the crowd forward, and every step seemed so solemn and sacred. They walked through the winding passages, across the ancient stone bridge, and came to the majestic Seal Gate. It was a huge stone gate, covered with moss and moss, like an ancient and silent ink painting.

The old man gently stroked the stone door, his fingers sliding over the mosses, as if playing an ancient and solemn music. As his fingers moved, the stone door slowly opened, a world full of unknowns and dangers.

Yang Cake's figure finally disappeared at the end of the ghost gate. This mysterious and ancient underworld tribe met strangers from the outside world for the first time. Their faces, like history carved by the years, are vicissitudes and ancient, full of endless mystery and majesty.

Mu Yu, dressed in a faint moonlight, but his heart was like a choppy wave, he bit his lower lip tightly, not daring to startle the snake. His gaze, as sharp as a cheetah, was locked on the girl who led Yang Cake into the ghost gate. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement in his heart, and then silently blended in with the ancient race.

They pass through the ghost gate and enter a completely strange world. There is no sun and moon here, only the blue ghost fire and the bones of the forest. Mu Yu couldn't help the doubts in her heart and quietly approached the girl. He wanted to know who this strange girl really was, and why she had entered this mysterious and dangerous place with Yang Cake.

However, Mu Yu knew that he couldn't startle the snake. He could only wait quietly, waiting for a suitable moment to unravel this mysterious world. He followed the army closely, towards the unknown abyss. He knew it was the only thing he could do. In this strange place, everything is full of unknowns and dangers. He needs to stay calm and be vigilant.

In the sealed place of the Nine Springs, a dead silence enveloped the entire space. Nine massive pillars stand on the ground, each imbued with traces of history and mystical power. These pillars seem to be guarding something, but they are also looking at something.

Mu Yu and his party entered this mysterious place with the large army, and everyone's hearts were full of awe and curiosity. They knew that this place was the source of the underworld, and it was the truth of their sealing.

The Underworld is a race of dead air, and their power comes from dead air. And these nine huge pillars sealed them with anger. The existence of this contradiction is like an eternal curse, so that the underworld cannot escape their fate.

In the gloomy and ancient dungeon, there are nine mysterious pillars, sealed with endless ghosts and evil. The seal of this pillar can only be broken by vitality, and it is undoubtedly a huge test for those ancient clans of the underworld who only know how to use death qi.

This pillar looks ordinary, but every line records the secrets and fears of the ancient people. The seal's symbol shimmered with a cold light, as if mocking the creatures who tried to break it. The surrounding death aura made the pillar's existence even more eerie, as if it was a silent guard, guarding the secrets of the underworld.

He took a step forward, exerted all his strength, and yelled at the pillar. His voice echoed through the empty underworld, a challenge and a determination. Then, his anger touched the pillar, and the seal began to flicker, and the ancient symbols seemed to call him.

His anger was like a bolt of lightning that pierced the darkness of death. At that moment, the entire underworld seemed to tremble, it was an awakening of power, and it was also a rebirth of hope. The seal of the pillar was broken, and a powerful force was released from it, and the earthly people were thrown back by this force.

He stood up, his eyes full of satisfaction despite the pain in his body. He knew, and he did. He broke the seal of the pillar and unleashed the imprisoned ghosts and evils. His anger changed the order of the underworld and changed his own fate.

This is undoubtedly shocking news for the Difu Ancient Clan. This represents the possibility of their rule being overthrown. And what will be the impact of those unleashed ghosts and evils on the earthly world? This is a problem they have to face.

Nine huge pillars stood silently, each tall and majestic, as if telling some kind of story that had been dormant for a long time. They stood there in silence, as if waiting for something.

In front of these nine pillars, people gathered, coming from all over the world with various purposes and expectations. They were dressed in various colours, some in splendid silk, some in coarse linen, and their faces were full of expressions, joys, sorrows, births, old age, sickness and death.

They stood in front of the nine pillars, each staring at the one in front of them, as if looking for something. There was a determined sparkle in their eyes, an anticipation for the future, a desire for freedom. The actions they are about to carry out will change their fate, the fate of the entire earthly world.

They had a clenched grip in their hands, a powerful force, a force that could break the seal. Anger flowed in their hands, like a river of warmth, illuminating their faces. Their fingers slid lightly over the anger, as if searching for a flaw, a crack that could break through the seal.

As time passed, people began to chant in a low voice. Their voices were deep and powerful, as if calling for something. Their singing echoed across the plains, filling the whole world with their voices.

Then, at this very moment, they shouted in unison. Their voices were like the galloping of horses, like thunder bursting. Their vitality burst through the air, forming a strong light that soared into the sky.

As this light rose into the sky, cracks began to appear in the seals on the nine pillars. The cracks spread like spider webs, bigger and deeper. Finally, the seal was completely broken, and nine powerful forces rose from the nine pillars into the sky.

Those forces rose into the air, forming nine huge auras. They hovered in the air and then began to land slowly towards the crowd. When those halos approached the crowd, people felt a great force. Their bodies seemed to be pulled by that force, slowly drifting off the ground.

As their bodies floated off the ground, their vision began to change, and suddenly, the nine pillars were shattered by a powerful force. The Ghost Gate Pass has undergone tremendous changes in an instant, as if the world has been turned upside down at this moment. The nine springs that surrounded the underworld began to pour out, and the gushing spring water was filled with endless resentment and pain. The roar of the water is deafening, as if telling the tragic fate of countless living beings.

A powerful sealing force was released from the shattered pillar, like ten thousand horses galloping, soaring into the sky. It was a trembling force, and everywhere it swept through, whether it was a ghost or a human, it seemed so insignificant under this force. The shattering of the seal unleashed a raging storm that crumbled both inside and outside the Ghost Gate.

At this time, the powerful sealing power had been shattered, and the violent power pouring out from the Nine Springs began to wreak havoc on the entire underworld. The originally quiet ghost gate became a mess, and the ghosts cried and howled endlessly. The ghosts here, good and evil, are so vulnerable to this force. They fled in search of shelter, but could not find any shelter.

At this time, the people who left the ghost gate all felt a strong uneasiness.

A powerful spatial rift began to unfold, like a huge wound, revealing unknown mysteries. The original appearance of the underworld began to be broken, revealing its true face. The originally quiet dungeon became turbulent, and a powerful force surged in the spatial cracks, as if it was about to tear everything apart.

In the midst of this violent power, Mu Yu found an opportunity. He grabbed Ren Hua and Yang Xian's hands tightly, like grasping a life-saving straw in a storm. Their hearts were beating rapidly, and tension was in the air. They were faced with the chasm, a dark and deep cavern, like a gateway to another world.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, he knew that this was their only chance to enter the underworld. He mobilized the power of his whole body, channeling that power towards the spatial rift. In an instant, the spatial rift seemed to be hit by a huge force, and it suddenly expanded, engulfing everything around it. The powerful suction pulled Ren Hua and Yang Xian towards the crack, and they were swept into the deep darkness.

Mu Yu followed, their bodies as if they had passed through a time and space tunnel, and they felt that they were constantly spinning. The surrounding lights and sounds became blurred, as if everything had vanished in the engulfment of this crack. Then, everything quieted down and they entered a whole new world.

That's where the real underworld is, a mysterious world hidden beneath reality. There, darkness and light coexist, chaos dances with order. They finally passed through that spatial rift and came to this mysterious and dangerous hell.

Mu Yu naturally wouldn't believe the nonsense of the ancient clan of the underworld. There was a determination in his eyes, as if to uncover all the secrets behind this underworld. The huge entrance to the dungeon was in front of them, like a dark mouth that swallowed everything, but this could not stop Mu Yu's footsteps.

He took Ren Hua and Yang Xian, and used the cover of night to enter the internal space of the underworld from an inconspicuous corner. They were cautious and tread on thin ice, trying to avoid clashes with the guards of the underworld. The space inside the dungeon is vast and eerie, and the lights on the stone walls flicker, casting an eerie light. They walked through winding corridors and deep caverns, as if they were deep into the netherworld.

Along the way, they couldn't help but be shocked by what they saw. I originally thought that the underworld should be a cold and dead place, but I didn't want it to have a rich ecology. Strange plants bloom with an eerie glow in the dark, and all kinds of unknown creatures quietly move around the corners. It's more like a complex and mysterious ecosystem, with a unique vitality despite its eerie nature.

The interior space of the underworld is like another world, silent and solemn. Towering ancient trees stand tall in the sky, and the old buildings exude the breath of time. They walked cautiously through it, and occasionally they could hear a low cry in the distance, making the whole space even more eerie and mysterious.

They came to the heart of the underworld, where an ancient and solemn hall stood in front of them.