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Chapter 574: Successor of the Emperor of Hell

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A Will Eternal – Chapter 574

Chapter 574: Successor of the Emperor of Hell

Everything happened too fast. Whether it was Zhou Yixing or his pursuers, none of them even had a chance to react before the entire mountain in front of them erupted like a volcano.

The way the mountain collapsed, even to the point where lava flowed out from it, made them feel as if they were suddenly facing some ferocious monster. Shouting, everyone started to retreat.

Fortunately, the flames and lava did not erupt very far, and soon began to fade. Zhou Yixing was somewhat blackened, and it was even after he shot backwards at full speed for fear of being burned.

Everyone was completely shocked, and all hearts started pounding in astonishment.

It was then that the sound of anger echoed out from within the remaining sea of flames.

“How dare you guys !! I can't believe you're really going to interfere with my tongue magic !! ” Even as the fury of words continued to float in the air, the final flame faded, and Bai Xiaochun appeared, an extremely unsightly expression on his face as he stepped forward.

His robe was in tatters, but the anger in his heart could not be more intense. He was absolutely certain that he would succeed, and was convinced that the only reason he had failed was because he had been cut off.

As soon as his red eyes saw the savages and soul cultivators, Bai Xiaochun slapped his bag to produce a seven-colored flame.

"Main nejum !!" As soon as the savages saw the seven-colored flames, they began to instinctively tremble and gasp in fear.

As for the two soul cultivators, they were in the large circle of Foundation Establishment, but even they were staring at Bai Xiaochun with pale-faced astonishment.

They knew that the seven-colored flame was the main trait of master necromancers, and that such people were the type who could gather a large group of soul followers. Furthermore, it was now clear that the person they were chasing was definitely a follower of this master necromancer.

Not only did they try to kill the followers of the necromancer master, but they had disturbed the necromancer who was a very master when he conjured fire …. The two soul cultivators, who were already sweating profusely, then noticed how red Bai Xiaochun's eyes were, and that he was obviously angry. Immediately, they clasped their hands and bowed deeply.

"Please quell your anger, Mr. Necromancer …."

“We really don't know that you're here juggling fire, Mr. Necromancer. Please, get rid of your anger. We ... we can offer compensation! " After hearing the cultivators soul-shaking words, and seeing them bow, the savages behind them all descended to prostrate.

When Bai Xiaochun saw all that, his anger started to subside. After all, the disturbance during the critical moment of the flame ignition was not the main reason his eleven-colored singing failed. The biggest mistake lies in the lack of control.

Although he had solved all the previous problems he had encountered, a new problem suddenly appeared, which caused an explosion just a moment ago that even shocked him.

“Obviously there is some internal instability. But there has been instability before, and there has never been such an explosion …. " While muttering to himself, he pondered the situation in search of answers. Meanwhile, two panicked soul cultivators offered a huge apology. However, then they considered the crisis their tribe was facing, and suddenly exchanged glances.

"Grandmaster," one of them said, "now your immortal cave is destroyed, could it be that you were temporarily without a place to stay? If so, why not come to our tribe to rest a little? "

Bai Xiaochun glanced back at the shattered mountain cave, and then nodded. What he needed right now was that; a quiet place to analyze the matter with the eleven-colored flame.

Considering how the soul cultivators and savages treated him, Bai Xiaochun finally understood what the position of the necromancers occupied in the Wildlands was like. It was clearly beyond what he had imagined before.

From the side, Zhou Yixing was annoyed with his own anger. After all, he had mentioned that he was a master necromancer, yet the wild and soul cultivators refused to believe him.

Immediately, the soul cultivators and savages carefully led Bai Xiaochun back to their tribe. It was not a very large tribe, with only about a thousand members, that made their home in one of the local mountain valleys.

There are other forms of compensation as well. Once again, Bai Xiaochun was struck by how important the necromancer in the Wildlands was. Every time he met one of the ferocious giants, they stared at him with a mixture of fear and respect. Bai Xiaochun was pretty sure that if he asked them, they would do whatever he wanted.

As for the two soul cultivators, they clearly respected and feared him, but at the same time, wanted something from him, even though they seemed hesitant to talk about it openly.

Everyone assumed that Zhou Yixing was one of Bai Xiaochun's followers, and as such, they also treated him with great respect, and compensated him quite a large amount, although not at the level of Bai Xiaochun.

After being in the tribe for only about half a month, his daily soul usage ensured that the two soul cultivators could not prevent from gritting their teeth when they handed him over. Finally, Bai Xiaochun started to feel bad about it.

The next time they came to free the soul, he sighed and said, “Alright, spit it out. You want my help with what? "

The two soul cultivators could not hide their excitement. They had been holding back this entire time, so now that Bai Xiaochun took the initiative to raise the subject, they exchanged glances and then revealed the truth.

Two months earlier, the Hell-Emperor had issued a proclamation indicating that he would choose a successor to receive his inheritance. A very demanding qualification had been set for a successor, and almost everyone in the Wildlands would be crazy to prepare, including the people in the king city, as well as the clan of necromancers.

There was a limit to the cultivation base for those who could compete to become his successors, and for many, that meant that it required a large amount of soul medicine to increase their cultivation base. As a result, the three great clans living under the control of Giant Ghost City made all preparations, including issuing strict orders to the tribes in their respective spheres of influence to provide a large amount of soul medicine. Any tribe that cannot meet the requirements will face the potential for execution.

Due to the recent events, the Blackmountain Tribe was extremely weak, and was temporarily unable to produce soul medicine. As a result, they found three ways to solve the problem: selling other products produced in their tribe; finding a necromancer to help them; or using bandits to try to obtain a soul medicine.

They are currently using all three different options to try to escape this disaster ….

Bai Xiaochun found the entire explanation somewhat confusing. However, Zhou Yixing's eyes widened. In fact, the news that the Hell-Emperor was looking for his successor caused his eyes to shine with unprecedented brightness.

Bai Xiaochun maintained a neutral expression, and managed to casually ask for some details in a way that did not reveal his lack of understanding. Of course, Zhou Yixing was so excited about the matter that he didn't notice it at all, and proceeded to tell Bai Xiaochun everything he knew.

It was only at this point that Bai Xiaochun finally understood that, other than the Great Emperor of the imperial city, there was also the Emperor of Hell in the Wild Land!

There is a legend about the Hell-Emperor that states that after the first generation of Emperor-Arch died, his soul was not lost, but instead, became the River of the Underworld. It continued to control the aspect of death in the world, and was the spirit of the Underworld River. It was the origin of the Hell-Emperor!

From generation to generation, the confidence of the people ruled by Arch-Emperor would increase the power of Hell-Emperor. In fact, over the years, savages had been influenced by soul cultivators to the point where they also began to show faith to Hell-Emperors.

Basically, the Arch-Emperor was a physical leader that could be seen by everyone, whereas the Hell-Emperor was a symbolic illustrator!

Also according to legend, the palace of the Emperor of Hell was deep within the Underworld River, which was where the Emperor of Hell lived. Occasionally, he would send messengers to the world of the living, people who had always been treated with great respect, even by the reigning Great Emperor.

Two months earlier, the Underworld River appeared above the imperial city, and a stone inscription descended with the Dharma decree. According to the decree, a successor must be chosen in one sixty-year cycle, a successor who can become the successor of the Hell-Emperor!

The Wildlands were completely shaken; after all, this was the first time in countless years that it had even been mentioned about the Emperors choosing a successor.

All the clans, marquis, and rulers in the imperial city, as well as the powerful forces in the four king cities and even other influential groups, were deeply touched. Everyone wanted the successor of the Hell-Emperor to come from their group!

Two prerequisites had to be met to become potential successors: First, to have a Nascent Soul cultivation base. Second, to obtain the nomination qualification officially!

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