Chapter 3123: Underworld Ferry! What Else Is the Underworld God Clan Plotting? Essence...

Four distinct battle techniques originating from a single dark apparition of the Fiend-God race—this revelation struck Wang Teng with genuine astonishment.

Yet upon second thought, he reasoned it was likely the sheer rarity of the Fiend-God lineage that had kept them from his sight upon the battlefield.

Be that as it may, so long as the battle techniques of the Fiend-God race were delivered unto him, nothing else truly mattered.

Banishing all residual doubts from his mind, Wang Teng set about absorbing the comprehensive insights of the three subsequent techniques.

It bore mentioning that these three techniques belonged merely to the lower-tier Demon Venerable rank.

When he had first acquired such insights in days past, he paid little heed to their specific tier, simply overwhelmed by their formidable might.

After all, his repertoire of Demon Venerable rank techniques had been sparse at the time.

But circumstances had changed; with an ever-growing collection of such techniques at his disposal—including no shortage of the upper-tier variety—the stark disparities between the various levels of the Demon Venerable rank naturally became manifest.

Thus, the very techniques that had once seemed peerless in Wang Teng's eyes were now revealed to be nothing more than lower-tier Demon Venerable skills.

This was not to say that the lower-tier techniques lacked power, but rather that his own horizon had expanded to such dizzying heights that he now viewed them through a different lens.

Behold, yet another drawback of possessing an overabundance of martial skills.

Wang Teng could only offer a helpless smile.

Next, his gaze fell upon the final technique of the Fiend-God race, and a flicker of marvel stole into his eyes.

Netherworld Ferrying!

This name...

The moment the title of the technique registered in his mind, an indescribable tremor rippled through his soul.

Given his profound understanding of darkness force—and indeed, the unique power of the Fiend-God race—he could easily surmise the intended function of this technique.

And yet...

Could it truly possess that kind of capability?

It seemed almost beyond the realm of belief.

Wait! A similar power seemed to have manifested within the Bone Spirit race before.

A sudden realization struck Wang Teng, and an expression of utter disbelief flashed across his eyes.

That was the battle technique unleashed by the Demon God Gu Guo!

That vortex!

And the Soul Sacrifice of the Dead!

At that time, the vortex possessed the horrific power to swallow both the physical forms and the souls of living beings...

But there is still a difference; this Netherworld Ferrying should only be a matter of ferrying!

Wang Teng's eyes flashed as he conjectured silently.

Though he had not yet absorbed the insight, the name alone allowed him to deduce its nature, leaving him profoundly shaken.

Could the techniques of the Fiend-God race truly be so miraculous?

It defied his imagination.

With no time for idle contemplation, Wang Teng hastily began to absorb the insights.

A blurred, spectral silhouette of a Fiend-God entity emerged within his consciousness, though this time, it was distinctly different from the one he had encountered before.

Wang Teng’s expression shifted as he perceived the variance between the two.

The mere projection within the vision of insight was altered; the silhouette of the previous Fiend-God entity had not been nearly so indistinct.

This vagueness did not stem from a deficiency in the insight itself, but rather from the overwhelming, terrifying strength of the Fiend-God entity in question.

Or perhaps, the entity possessed some manner of concealing its true form.

Whatever the case, it spoke volumes of the dread this Fiend-God being commanded.

Wang Teng’s heart grew heavy; that the Fiend-God race could produce such a powerful existence, and that it had chosen to remain hidden from beginning to end, was deeply unsettling.

Curse it all!

What exactly was its grand design?

First came the Devil Mind race, and now the Fiend-God race; these dark apparitions truly knew no end.

Each and every one of them was busy orchestrating conspiracies in the shadows.

Could they not face him in the open light of day?

They truly behaved like foul rodents lurking in a ditch.

At that moment, a transformation occurred upon the blurred silhouette of the Fiend-God entity.

An incredibly dense surge of darkness force mixed with the power of deathly netherworld energy erupted abruptly, coalescing within the void.

In the span of a mere breath, that titanic energy gathered into a massive, dark-purple shadow.

Indeed, it was a shadow!

It bore a striking resemblance to the projection formed by the Fiend-God entity itself, yet it was far grander, and devoid of any discernible shape or rule.

Strands of dark-purple radiance flickered within it, evoking a bizarre, phantasmagoric sensation that made it impossible to look upon directly.

The forces of darkness and the deathly netherworld continued to spill forth, expanding in all directions as if determined to transform the entire region into a domain of the dead.

And this was merely the prelude.

From the body of the Fiend-God entity, strands of an extraordinarily profound and uncanny aura began to manifest.

Those energies continuously dissolved into the swirling expanse of the shadow.

That was... Domain Power, Origin Law Power, Immortal Power, Life Origin Power, Soul Origin Power, and many others.

For a single battle technique to assemble so many diverse forms of power was a testament to its extraordinary nature!

Even for someone like Wang Teng, who had witnessed countless techniques, such an amalgamation was a rare sight indeed.

One must realize that a collection of powers such as this was sufficient to forge an Immortal Divine Kingdom.

Wang Teng cleared his mind of stray thoughts, focusing his entire being on absorbing the insight.

As those disparate forces fused into the shadow, lines of intricate and bizarre runes began to materialize.

Before long, the entire shaded area was teeming with runes, densely packed and seemingly woven into the very fabric of the shadow itself.

Without meticulous scrutiny, one might not even distinguish the runes from the darkness.

They resembled highly peculiar patterns, branded into the shadow and pulsing with a faint glow.

Gradually, the shadow began to twist and rotate... as though it were forming a vortex!

A vortex!!!

Wang Teng’s eyes snapped open, his heart striking a violent chord.

He had not anticipated that the manifestation of this battle technique would also take the form of a vortex.

How utterly identical it was to the methods employed by the Demon God Gu Guo before.

He had not misjudged after all!

At this moment, the dark purple vortex was gradually taking shape, and the dark purple light within it was becoming increasingly intense.

It seemed that all the light had converged at the very center.

Even those runes began to gather, pouring into the vortex and heading toward an unknown destination.

At this point, the combat technique took form, and an indescribable suction force permeated from within—not particularly strong, but Wang Teng felt it.

This was his own insight, so he could naturally sense it.

He could also feel that the suction force was directed entirely at the soul, drawing it in a relatively gentle manner.

"So this is guiding the departed?!"

Wang Teng somehow thought of these words, and a deeper understanding seemed to dawn in his heart.

This was an epiphany!

Profound and mysterious!

Even he himself could not put it into words, yet he was able to comprehend it nonetheless.

"To think that such a thing as soul guidance actually exists!!!"

At this moment, a monstrous wave rolled through Wang Teng's heart, making it difficult for him to calm down for a long time.

Although he had guessed something from the very beginning, when he truly learned of this matter, an unspeakable shock still rippled through his mind.

Unbelievable!

Souls could be guided?

Where would they go then?

Could it be that the legendary Underworld truly existed?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Teng's mind in an instant, yet he could not confirm any of them.

The existence of the so-called Land of the Dead for the Bone Spirit Race had already been proven.

Then, would it not also make perfect sense for the Wraith Race to possess an Underworld?

And did some connection exist between the two?

The more he knew, the more chaotic his mind became.

He felt as though he had touched upon some secret at the cosmic level, yet he had only brushed against its outermost surface and could go no deeper.

This feeling was highly uncomfortable, but there was no way to resolve it.

The insight into the combat technique he had gained now was not the secret itself; it was merely related to it.

How much information could he possibly derive from it?

Thinking up to this point, Wang Teng could not help but sigh, immediately ceasing to delve deeper into it.

Thinking too much about certain things would only bring unnecessary trouble after all; when the right opportunity arrived in the future, he would naturally understand.

He cast his gaze onto the combat technique itself, attempting to analyze it.

"This combat technique seems to guide souls using the power of the dead underworld?!"

Wang Teng carefully analyzed the principles of the combat technique and instantly grasped the key point.

The Wraith Race's power of the dead underworld was inherently a force targeted at the soul, while also being related to death and the legendary Wraith Realm.

Therefore, this Nether Guidance was meant to guide souls through this power of the dead underworld.

Only this kind of power could achieve such a feat.

As for other forces, they could only be considered secondary.

"Growth-type!"

"The third-rank level?!"

Wang Teng glanced at the attribute panel once more, gaining a concrete understanding of the combat technique's condition.

Just like the Dark Attached Brain of the Demon Brain Race before, it was a growth-type combat technique divided into different ranks.

Even so, if one were to ask which was stronger, it would undoubtedly be the Nether Guidance.

After all, that was a combat technique capable of guiding souls.

In this entire universe, probably not many people had ever witnessed such a combat technique, right?

Perhaps even existence at the True God level did not know of it.

Otherwise, when that Wraith Race powerhouse deployed this method earlier, would those True God-level existences of the Light Universe have noticed absolutely nothing?

Wang Teng learned from the insight that this third-rank Nether Guidance could already guide souls at the King-Sealed Immortal level.

He was truly shocked to the core.

The third rank could guide soul bodies of the King-Sealed Immortal level?

Real or fake?

Why did it feel so unrealistic?

One had to know that the Heart of Calamity he mastered also needed to reach the fourth rank before it could affect King-Sealed Immortal existences.

"No!"

Wang Teng suddenly thought of something, and a piercing light flashed through his eyes.

The third-rank Heart of Calamity could actually affect King-Sealed Immortal existences as well.

It was just that the impact was not that significant.

So, was the situation with this Nether Guidance the same?

Granted, the third-rank level could guide King-Sealed Immortal existences, but was that guiding force actually not that strong?

This boundary was highly ambiguous after all.

It would be interfered with by many factors.

For instance, dark corruption!

If the soul of that King-Sealed Immortal existence was corrupted by darkness, then the third-rank Nether Guidance could presumably guide it.

Reflecting upon this, Wang Teng also gained some insights into the execution of Nether Guidance.

This was hard to imagine.

A person who had not even executed it once actually dared to say he already had insights.

If word got out, fearfully no one would dare to believe it.

Those Wraith Race existences would mock him even more.

Yet Wang Teng had truly gained real insights; this was the benefit of gaining comprehension from picking up attribute bubbles.

He even already knew how to utilize other forces to cooperate with Nether Guidance, allowing its effect to reach the absolute best.

And there was an even more important point.

The Underworld God Physique mastered by Wang Teng had already reached the perfection of the sixth tier.

As stated previously, the effect of the Underworld Ferrying was related to the power of dead nether, which in turn depended on the Underworld God Physique.

The higher the rank of the Underworld God Physique, the stronger the power of dead nether became.

Consequently, the Underworld Ferrying would naturally grow more potent.

Thus, with Wang Teng's current sixth-tier Underworld God Physique paired with this third-tier Underworld Ferrying, ferrying the souls of the Immortal King tier was likely no difficult feat at all.

"Yet, why does the Underworld God Clan want to ferry those souls?"

This doubt had plagued Wang Teng for a long time; ever since he obtained this battle technique, he had been contemplating it.

But he had never managed to find an answer.

After those souls were ferried away, there was no visible increase in the strength of the Dark Apparitions.

If it truly could enhance them, it would have manifested on the battlefield back then.

When the Dark Apparitions were ultimately driven to a desperate corner, how could their high-ranking officials have just stood by and watched?

Unless the Underworld God Clan had some other machination?

Various thoughts flashed through Wang Teng's mind, and he ultimately locked his focus back onto the Underworld God Clan.

This was a method unique to their clan; since it was not utilized on the battlefield, it must bound to be related to their lineage.

Unfortunately, the information he possessed now was too sparse, making it impossible to decipher after all.

Wang Teng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The battle techniques of the Underworld God Clan were finally completely absorbed by this point.

And as the Underworld God Clan's Illusionary Nether Movement Technique advanced, a certain movement battle technique also received a boost.

It was none other than the Blood Illusion Lazy Wind Phantom Movement Technique!

Because within this battle technique, there remarkably lay the insights of the Illusionary Nether Movement Technique.

Blood Illusion Lazy Wind Phantom Movement Technique (High-tier Demon Venerable Level): 17500/30000 (Proficient);

"Oh! It actually improved by quite a bit!"

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised, not expecting that a 2900-point increase in the Illusionary Nether Movement Technique would directly raise the Blood Illusion Lazy Wind Phantom Movement Technique by 2300 points.

It had to be said that among the several battle techniques fused into the Blood Illusion Lazy Wind Phantom Movement Technique, none was simple.

They were all extremely vital to the Blood Illusion Lazy Wind Phantom Movement Technique.

The Illusionary Nether Movement Technique carried the power of the Underworld God Clan as well as illusionary force; it not only possessed bewildering power but could also conceal one's life aura through the power of dead nether, which was an absolutely formidable trait for a movement battle technique.

After absorbing the battle technique insights of the various major Dark Races, Wang Teng's gaze fell upon the spiritual battle techniques.

Previously, he thought that absorbing the insights of the Dark Apparitions' techniques would mark the end of it, only to realize he had actually forgotten a very important aspect.

This aspect was no ordinary battle technique, but an extremely crucial inheritance within the universe.

Yet, the martial warriors who cultivated these battle techniques were rather few.

Wang Teng felt a surge of anticipation, wondering if he could obtain some new things this time.

"Let's begin."

He rubbed his hands together as if performing some sort of ritual, then cast his gaze toward those spiritual battle techniques.

...

Truth-Piercing Mantra (Peak World Master Level): 10500/15000 (Grandmaster);

Spiritual Illusion (Saint Level): 12500/30000 (Tier Three);

Illusion Mind Mantra (Immortal King Level): 32500/100000 (Grandmaster);

Spiritual Burst Bomb: 5600/10000 (Grandmaster);

Spiritual Shield (Immortal Marquis Level): 2800/8000 (Practiced);

Heart-Locking Art (Immortal Marquis Level): 4400/12000 (Proficient);

Thunder Gold God Strike (Immortal King Level): 3200/15000 (Proficient);

Intent-Killing Sword (Immortal King Level): 6000/10000 (Practiced);

Sound-Severing Art (Growth Type): 1500/10000 (Proficient);

Spiritual Telekinesis Mastery (Growth Type): 18000/100000 (Grandmaster);

...

"Holy crap! A massive explosion of attributes!"

Wang Teng widened his eyes, staring somewhat incredulously at this long string of spiritual battle technique attribute insights.

Many!

So many!

Moreover, this included not only brand-new battle techniques but also many spiritual battle techniques he had already mastered before, truly a blend of the old and the new.