Chapter 1464: Chapter 875: The Deal and the Black Tomb

"So what is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Lu Qing looked at Qiu Ruofeng, expression calm.

In fact, he already had some guesses in his heart.

From Qiu Ruofeng revealing these secrets one by one, and then so solemnly inviting him into this Dark Abyss, the intent was already very obvious.

Sure enough, Qiu Ruofeng’s next words confirmed his thoughts.

"This old man wishes to ask Fellow Daoist for help, to explore the location where that Mysterious Transformation Great Power’s inheritance lies." Qiu Ruofeng took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

He looked at Lu Qing, eyes full of expectation.

"Fellow Daoist is unprecedented, an anomalous cultivator who achieved the Unity Realm Stage with nine Great Daos.

Among these nine Great Daos, there is even the Space Avenue, which no one has ever successfully fused Divine Thought with.

It can be said that in this era where Transformation Immortals do not appear, Fellow Daoist’s attainment on the Space Dao is no exaggeration to call first under the stars."

Qiu Ruofeng’s tone grew ever more solemn.

"In this Dark Abyss, under the shroud of that strange Power of Darkness, the Space Law has become incomparably chaotic.

Even a Unity Realm Stage expert, once going too deep, will have their perception blocked and find it hard to discern direction.

Deeper in this Abyss there are many spatial vortices that are difficult to sense; those vortices look ordinary, yet lead to extremely perilous locations.

With the slightest carelessness one will be drawn in, doomed beyond redemption."

He paused, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

"To be frank with Fellow Daoist, over these years, in order to explore this Abyss, our Netherworld Palace has already lost several Supreme Elders.

Among them, two were precisely because they misjudged their direction and were swept away by a suddenly appearing spatial vortex, falling in an instant.

We could only watch helplessly, powerless to do anything."

Those few Black Robed figures, hearing this, also had their expressions dim a little.

Although those Supreme Elders only had their main bodies fall, and later were revived through the Divine Thought they had left behind in advance, without completely perishing in both body and Dao.

Yet with the main body fallen, the cultivation accumulated over many years was completely exhausted; to recover again, who knew how long it would take.

This was likewise a tremendous loss for their Netherworld Palace.

Qiu Ruofeng continued, "I fear only a powerhouse like Fellow Daoist, who achieved Harmonization through the Space Avenue, can avoid losing direction in this Dark Abyss and evade those spatial vortices.

That is why this old man dared to invite Fellow Daoist here, hoping Fellow Daoist can lend us a helping hand."

After he finished, he and those few Black Robed Men all looked at Lu Qing with burning gazes, eyes full of expectation.

Lu Qing’s expression did not change, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He did not speak, merely looked quietly at Qiu Ruofeng.

These words sounded pleasant enough—"first under the stars," "unprecedented"—but it was, after all, only Qiu Ruofeng’s one-sided claim.

How could he possibly believe it just by hearing?

Although at his current realm, and with his attainment on the Path of Calculation, he could vaguely sense that eight or nine tenths of what Qiu Ruofeng said was true.

That prophecy, that calamity, that Mysterious Transformation inheritance, should not have been fabricated.

But this did not mean he completely believed the other party’s words.

Who knew what scheme the Netherworld Palace was plotting.

And what exactly lay in the depths of this Abyss, and whether there were any unknown dangers hidden behind that Mysterious Transformation inheritance.

He was not some greenhorn just stepping onto the path, whose head would be turned by a few flattering words and who would agree to everything.

So, facing the expectant gazes of Qiu Ruofeng and those Black Robed Men, Lu Qing only said mildly, "What you’ve said, Fellow Daoist Qiu—what does it have to do with the disappearance of those Transformation Immortals from ancient times?"

Qiu Ruofeng was slightly stunned.

He had not expected that after he said so much, Lu Qing would still bring the topic back to the original question.

This Mr. Lu truly would not be swayed by oil or salt.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, yet became even more certain that the person before him was by no means ordinary.

In the face of the flattery of a Great Power of Unity Realm, in the face of a temptation that might be an inheritance beyond the Transformation Realm, to still maintain such a clear head—this composure was indeed rare.

Seeing that Lu Qing was unmoved, Qiu Ruofeng understood that relying on words alone to have this man help was likely impossible.

He fell silent for a moment, then finally sighed.

"Fellow Daoist’s discerning eyes are like torches; this old man is impressed." He raised his head, looking at Lu Qing, his expression turning solemn. "Since that is the case, this old man will make a transaction with Fellow Daoist."

"What kind of transaction?" Lu Qing asked.

Qiu Ruofeng enunciated each word, "This old man will tell Fellow Daoist in full the whereabouts of those Transformation Immortals from ancient times. In exchange, Fellow Daoist must take us along to explore that Mysterious Transformation Great Power’s Inheritance Land."

After he spoke, he simply looked quietly at Lu Qing, waiting for his answer.

Lu Qing did not speak, merely sank into contemplation.

The whereabouts of the Transformation Immortals of ancient times—this was what he most wanted to know on this trip.

From the information Qiu Ruofeng had just revealed, since the Netherworld Palace’s ancestors had produced a Transformation Immortal and also held that prophecy, they clearly knew quite a few secrets.

The "whereabouts" they spoke of likely contained a great secret.

And that Mysterious Transformation Inheritance Land was indeed something he was somewhat curious about.

Back when he saw that great battle in the depths of the World Origin, that white figure who tread the Xinghe, whose every move shattered stars, that Great Power called "Xuanhua"—what kind of existence was he really?

Did he truly fall within this Dark Abyss?

What was hidden at that so-called place of fall marked on the map?

These were likewise things he wanted to know.

Moreover, after listening to Qiu Ruofeng’s words just now, Lu Qing recalled the Heart and Spirit tremor he had sensed not long ago.

Then he also thought of how, following that trace of Heart and Spirit tremor, he had calculated that its source came from that Black and White Temple.

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