Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 1018 - 547: The King of Yin Land, Hell Dao Fruit, Crisis Approaching, Star Well, Return to the Human Realm

The King of Yin Land opens his eyes, and instantly, light appears within the dark Great Hall, casting its glow upon the scene inside.

This is an ancient Great Hall that is both rugged and colossal, with dark and robust fern-like plants crawling across the entire floor, dense and layered.

A sudden gust of wind arises, blowing the sporadic leaves to one side, revealing beneath them numerous skeletons that have either turned completely white or corpses yet to decompose.

These remains are varied in posture, with some twisted and grim, seemingly having endured immense agony before death; while others bear smiles, etched into their dried and weathered skin, looking exceptionally chilling.

And those black fern-like plants thriving on the ground, eight or nine out of ten take root atop the scattered corpses.

The more tragic the death of the corpses, the better the fern-like plants grow.

"Interesting, interesting."

"So three flames of fruit have been extinguished."

"Although the Yin Fruit cultivated through my methods is slightly inferior to the strength of the normal Dao Fruit Cultivators, Yin Fruit is also Dao Fruit. Even if it's just the Yin Fruit First Realm, it's certainly not something ordinary Immortal Platform Realm Practitioners can compare to."

"Indeed, as the Age of Dharma Decline progresses, with more and more worlds falling, there are endless appearances of astonishingly brilliant individuals. In such a harsh environment, the outside world still has hidden geniuses!"

The gentle light also shines upon the body of the King of Yin Land, revealing his visage, half in the light and half hidden in shadows, which is none other than a monstrous creature with short forelimbs, long hind legs, and a head resembling Godzilla.

The King of Yin Land opens its vast mouth, revealing two layers of four rows of sharp, wedge-shaped fangs, and sits in a cross-legged position, his face filled with a malicious and evil smile.

"Well then, let me see where these three fallen seeds have landed."

Thump, thump, thump...

The King of Yin Land lowers his gaze, and suddenly, a series of dull thuds echo continuously in the Great Hall. One by one, green nodes appear like a chessboard before the monstrous creature.

Along with the appearance of the chessboard, a cluster of churning black mist also emerges. The black mist collapses and contracts until it finally transforms into a black-robed Cultivator, kneeling on one knee at a crossed light node in the second row of the chessboard.

"Your subordinate pays homage to the great King of Yin Land, wishing our King an early ascendancy to the Other Shore and dominion over all heavens!"

"Dispense with the formalities, Hei Yun. You have been practicing with me in the Dharma Heaven Hall, and now you have also reached the Cultivation of the Yin Fruit Seventh Realm. It is time for you to venture out."

"Thus, in the Extreme South, I previously planted six seeds. Now, those seeds have taken root and sprouted, but they have yet to visit me here in the Dharma Heaven Hall. Now, there are additionally three fallen seeds.

Go and uncover the truth behind the fall of those three seeds, then bring the remaining three to the Dharma Heaven Hall, and let them listen to my teaching of the Hell Dao Fruit."

The King of Yin Land extends a tongue as terrifying as a metal coil, licking the corners of his mouth, and bursts into a leisurely laugh.

"I shall obey Your Majesty's command."

"Also, on your journey south, should you encounter other outstanding individuals, you may also bring them back to listen to my teaching of the Hell Dao Fruit."

"Of course, the most important thing is to find out who is responsible for the death of those three seeds. You must bring the offender back in one piece, even if they have but a single breath left."

"Since he has destroyed my seeds, then let him pay his debt with himself!"

"These three Thorny Black Fruits will guide you to the whereabouts of the three seeds. I leave the rest to you."

"I give you two years to bring them before me. If you fail, you'd better provide a convincing explanation; otherwise, you can spend your time in meditation in the Black Prison."

The King of Yin Land speaks in a gentle tone, yet upon hearing the name of the Black Prison, the figure of the black-robed Cultivator stiffens for a moment, as if the term carries an inexplicable deterrent power for him. His eyes suddenly flash with a look of pain and struggle,

"Rest assured, my King, within two years, whether it's the seeds or the madman who killed them, they will all appear before you!" the black-robed figure says resolutely.

"Very well, go!"

The King of Yin Land waves his hand nonchalantly. After the black robe leaves, he exhales a breath of black qi, dispersing the 'glowing chessboard' in front of him, his gaze, however, turns to a region densely overgrown with strange black fern plants in the distance.

As if receiving a signal, the twisted and entangled black fern plants progressively part ways, revealing a black dungeon devoid of the strange plants' cover.

At the center of the dungeon sits a Buddha bathed in blood, his breath faint, with three strange black chains wrapped around his golden body. The tips of the chains, adorned with sinister drill bits, viciously penetrate his skull, coccyx, and the soles of his feet, each.

"Monk, why bother enduring this? I see great potential in you, which is why I don't want you to become one of those undead, useless beings."

"Open your mind and listen to my explication of the Hell Dao Fruit, is that not desirable?"

"Look at that Hei Yun just now, his talents are far inferior to yours, but with my careful guidance, he has now cultivated to the Yin Fruit Seventh Realm, far stronger than you. If you accept my kindness, your future achievements will certainly exceed his, and you will never have to worry about a lack of Spiritual Nature, for I have ways to provide for you."

"So, my entire life of hardship and insight will be stolen by your Hell Dao Fruit, right? How generous of you, King of Yin Land." The faintly breathing Buddha slowly opens his eyes, his face showing a detached expression, clearly having discerned a portion of the internal affairs here.