Chiya spread her hands. “Still on Three Immortals Island. Said the array Yunxiao set up is too exquisite, they’re still deconstructing it.”
“Ah?” Huangfu Yun was shocked. “They’re still deconstructing it now?”
“It’s not that easy.”
Zero shook her head. “Those two are completely immersed now. They said they won’t rest until they crack this array.”
She imitated the obsessed state of the two tech nerds:
“How on earth did Lady Yunxiao come up with such a perverse array?!”
“We must crack this array no matter what!”
“Our Alpha Clan’s conceptual deconstruction ability is ranked among the best in the universe!”
“I think we might have gone in the wrong direction!”
“Wow wow wow! This array eye nesting is too exquisite!”
Huangfu Yun: “…Alright then.”
As a member of the Alpha Clan, she originally thought they could showcase their racial talent for conceptual deconstruction in this dungeon.
But she never expected they’d end up trapped by a single array, unable to even leave Three Immortals Island.
It felt like a brave warrior just entering the beginner village, confidently stepping out with a wooden sword, only to run headlong into a max-level succubus and get pinned to the ground before they could even react.
Thinking of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Array set up by the Three Xiao Sisters earlier—an array that required both Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi, two Saints, to personally intervene to break—she suddenly felt the hope of those two getting out was slim.
She shook her head and sighed. “Looking at it this way, it seems their departure from the island is a distant prospect.”
***
Just then, Huangfu Yun suddenly received a message from Elvira.
She was about to complain about why Elvira was only showing up now, but noticed the first line was:
[Can you contact Su Fu? Is it convenient to create a group chat?]
Huangfu Yun stared at this message, her feelings mixed:
Isn’t this a bit too direct?
She felt like a heartless message-relaying tool.
“Fine.”
Huangfu Yun numbly created a group chat, added Su Fu, and then couldn’t help but ask Elvira:
[Huangfu Yun: Where are you? Feels like the dungeon progress is more than halfway over. How come you’re only coming online now?]
After sending this, she felt an overwhelming sense of bitterness.
Originally, they had planned to do great things in this Investiture of the Gods dungeon, only to find themselves getting beaten up instead.
Elvira was even more outrageous, only coming online now!
[Elvira: Netherworld Blood Sea.]
[Chiya: Netherworld? What Blood Sea? Where is that?]
Huangfu Yun also had never heard of it. They had been in the Investiture/Great Desolation for over a decade, even familiar with Yuanshi Tianzun’s dojo on Kunlun Mountain. How had they never heard of this place?
Before they could react, Elvira directly tagged Su Fu in the group:
[Elvira: @Su Fu Help!]
Su Fu, who had been lurking in the group, was suddenly called out.
[Su Fu: ?]
She did know about the Netherworld Blood Sea—Minghe Laozu’s territory.
That guy was one of the most cautious and ruthless figures in the Great Desolation. As long as the Blood Sea doesn’t dry up, Minghe doesn’t die. He also had 480 million Blood God clones under his command, practically the Great Desolation version of the undead.
How did Elvira end up there?
[Elvira: I’m trapped in the Blood Sea. It’s all Blood Sea and Asura clans around. There’s also an old man in red robes who calls himself Minghe Laozu saying he wants to take me as a disciple.]
[Can you think of a way to get me out? Name your reward!]
Everyone in the group:
[Zero: How did you get to a place like that?]
[Elvira: I don’t know either. I fell here as soon as I entered the dungeon. I’ve been trying to find a way out for over a decade, but I just keep sinking deeper…]
Everyone in the group:
‘……’
[Elvira: @Su Fu You should know about this place, right?]
[Su Fu: I do indeed know.]
Seeing that Su Fu actually knew about this mysterious place, Huangfu Yun and the others’ curiosity was immediately piqued.
[Huangfu Yun: Tell us quickly!]
[Su Fu: The Netherworld Blood Sea is said to have formed from the navel of the great god Pangu, gathering the filthy blood and primordial turbid qi from the Opening of the Sky, becoming the most yin and foul place between heaven and earth.]
[Simply put, it’s the Great Desolation’s garbage disposal site. Utterly yin and foul, capable of corroding spirituality. A Golden Immortal entering would have their power halved. If a mortal touches even a drop of the Blood Sea water, they immediately dissolve into pus and blood.]
[Huangfu Yun: …That terrifying?!]
[Su Fu: @Elvira If you’ve been there since the start of the dungeon, surviving until now means you’re quite formidable.]
[Zero: The Great Desolation even has a place like this.]
[Huangfu Yun: But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Great Desolation is vast. What place doesn’t exist? There are immortal paradises like Kunlun Mountain, so naturally there are also supremely yin places like the Blood Sea.]
[Su Fu: As for Minghe Laozu, he’s……..]
Huangfu Yun and the others saw this message, and their hearts also felt heavy.
Originally, they had considered whether to go save Elvira, but what Su Fu was saying now was essentially telling them—forget it, that place is too dangerous.
Don’t go throw your lives away!
Elvira saw this message and sighed, as expected.
“It’s only normal that she’s not coming.”
Lucius shook his head, “This place is too dangerous.”
“So what do we do? We definitely can’t get through this Blood Sea.”
Seraphina was somewhat despairing.
In reality, the three of them had only managed to survive this long because their Divine Techniques countered the environment; otherwise, they would have turned into bloody water long ago.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t thought about leaving the Dungeon, but this world had been completely isolated. Unless they could return to their initial arrival point…
But now the entire Asura Clan was hunting them. They were trapped between a rock and a hard place.
In other words, they were currently on a path to certain death.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have chosen to ask Su Fu for help.
Elvira raised her head, looking up at the scarlet, blood-red sky above.
I can’t die.
She still had a promise to keep. She absolutely could not die here.
Finally, she sent Su Fu a private message:
[I have an ability, Eternal Permafrost, which can read the historical information of items. I once read the information of the SSS-level Divine Artifact, Celestial Tracks, in the Central Star System.]
[Perhaps……………… you might be interested.]
Su Fu was momentarily stunned when she saw this message.
Celestial Tracks?
That Divine Artifact of the God of Fate, which had read all her memories and simulated her future?
‘Damn, this Elvira has quite the guts, huh? Daring to peek at a True God-level Divine Artifact?’
Chesia screamed, “Is that woman crazy?! Daring to touch something belonging to the God of Fate?!”
But Su Fu was thoughtful. This skill was too useful.
If it could even read Divine Artifacts, then what about the Four Swords of Zhuxian?
Could it also read their historical information? Even trace back to the time of Luo Hou? Get the Zhuxian Array Diagram?
But the Netherworld Blood Sea was indeed far too dangerous.
One must know that the Asura Clan within it was endless, each member warlike and bloodthirsty. As long as the Blood Sea did not dry up, they would be born continuously…
Su Fu suddenly felt something was off.
Originally, she thought she would be the one targeted by the God of Fate, but now it seemed Elvira was in an even worse situation than her?
‘This is starting on Hell Mode.’
“Unless…………” Su Fu thought, “the information she read was particularly useful.”
[Su Fu: What information? I need to see if you’re lying to me.]
[Elvira: I saw…… the birth of a True God.]
Su Fu instantly felt her scalp go numb.
That sentence was deeply problematic!
How could a True God be born in the world where humans lived?
Gods either resided in the Divine Realm or remained in the Mortal World. They were all beings who had existed for countless eons. What newborn god?
She was just about to press for details when Elvira sent her final message:
[Elvira: I’ll wait for you.]
Then it showed she had gone offline, clearly not intending to say anything more.
“……Damn cryptic person!”
Su Fu suddenly asked Shen Yan, “Who could see the private chat dialogue between me and Elvira just now?”
What she really wanted to ask was: Could the proctors see it? …What about True Gods?
Shen Yan responded calmly:
[The private chat channel is only visible to the two parties involved in the conversation.]
[There is no third-party monitoring authority.]
Su Fu pondered.
Elvira chose to send the message through Shen Yan, which meant she trusted Shen Yan’s impartiality, even believing Shen Yan could block True Gods.
But she had still sent out a distress call, meaning the situation was so critical that even Shen Yan couldn’t forcibly make her withdraw.
It was a dead end… but not one arranged by Shen Yan.
Then who had sent her to this dead end?
The answer was almost obvious—a True God had interfered with this Dungeon.
If she wanted to know what Elvira had seen, she obviously had to go save her.
Chesia asked beside her, “So, will you go save her?”
“Of course not.” Su Fu refused without hesitation, “This reeks too much of a trap.”
“What if I go in and it’s also a dead end? Wouldn’t that mean we both get wiped out?”
Chesia: “……………… That makes a lot of sense.”
“However,” Su Fu smiled slightly, “although I said I won’t go, I didn’t say I won’t save her.”
“What do you mean?”
“As long as the entire Dungeon collapses, won’t she naturally come out?”
Chesia looked shocked: “Damn!”
“So all that you said earlier was actually just to get free information?”
“This actually aligns perfectly with your goal.”
Su Fu, however, thoughtfully rubbed her chin: “By the way, do you remember that mysterious person at the very beginning?”
Chesia remembered: “The one who reminded everyone that only you were trustworthy?”
“Oh, I get it! You think that mysterious person was her?”
“That’s actually possible! She can read history, so naturally she’d know the dangers of the Investiture of the Gods Dungeon and gave an early warning.”
“And now her goal is even clearer, coming directly to you…………”
As Chesia chattered beside her, Su Fu’s thoughts had already flown far away.
‘I always feel like the Central Star System is hiding a huge secret……………’
‘But Elvira is being cryptic. It could very well be a trick to lure me in, but it could also be true……………’
She suddenly chuckled lightly: “But I’m not at a loss either. I was going to take down this Dungeon anyway. Saving Elvira is just a side benefit.”
The next focus was still the Investiture of the Gods.
Jiang Ziya advanced triumphantly all the way and soon reached the city of Chao Ge.
In just a few months, the Zhou army was at the city gates.
Su Fu looked at this familiar city and couldn’t help but feel emotional: “When I first arrived, I was just a peasant girl from the outskirts of this place, assigned to the losing side.”
“Luckily, I worked hard enough to directly defy fate and change it.”
‘You call that working hard? That’s clearly cheating!’ Chesia said.
Su Fu said righteously: “That’s none of your business!”
Chesia suddenly remembered: “Right, didn’t you say Daji was sent down by Nuwa?”
“Then wouldn’t the Nuwa of this world intervene to protect her?”
“Could it be that, like how Grandmaster Tongtian turned the tables at the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, the Daji faction might stage a comeback?”
“Of course not.” Su Fu answered decisively, “Although the Nine-tailed Fox was sent by Nuwa, the original intention was only for her to bewitch King Zhou, keep him away from state affairs, and accelerate the collapse of the Yin-Shang dynasty.”