374: Yinming Dynasty

Before deciding to go to the Nether Territory, Xu Qing had deliberated on which area was most suitable for his development. After repeated consideration, he finally chose the Myriad Ghosts Domain.

The Myriad Ghosts Domain is a chaotic place, where order has collapsed, and might makes right.

It borders the Demon Clan Territory, and the major powers of the Nether Race disregard this place, leading to a significantly lower number of strong cultivators compared to other Dao Domains.

Xu Qing's first stop in the Ancient Land of Dao, the Sky Ape Dao Domain, still had five or six Supreme Powers presiding over it, with more than ten Immortal Grade strong cultivators, whereas the Myriad Ghosts Domain only had two Supreme Powers and merely two Immortal Grade strong cultivators.

This Chaos and weakness precisely met Xu Qing's needs.

The Netherworld Sacred Pool could, at most, only produce Yin Soldiers at the Ghost Lord level, and the vastness and Chaos of the Myriad Ghosts Domain provided an excellent environment for the initial development of the Yin Court.

Standing atop the mountain, Xu Qing's gaze was like a torch, overlooking the vast land below. A magnificent blueprint had already been sketched in his mind, and now was the moment to put it into practice.

"Then let's start from here!"

Xu Qing muttered softly, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Before he finished speaking, his figure, like a phantom, flew off the mountaintop.

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, black Formation Flags flew out, transforming into streaks of light and, following an abstruse pattern, disappeared into the earth below.

In an instant, with the mountain peak as the center, the surrounding mountain ranges and water veins were drawn by the power of the great Formation, outlining a massive Formation covering hundreds of millions of miles.

This great Formation, named the "Netherworld Chaos Great Formation," was an Immortal Grade Formation rewarded by the System to the Lower Realm Yin Court when it conquered the Minghan Ghost Realm.

It could not only condense Chaos Netherworld Qi but also possessed offensive and defensive capabilities. Controlled by Xu Qing's Dao Body, it was enough to withstand attacks from several ordinary Dao Lords.

The moment the great Formation took shape, a deep rumble suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

"Next, it's time to build a residence."

Xu Qing's gaze was stern. With a wave of his hand, the Netherworld Qi between heaven and earth instantly condensed into countless giant stones. He formed hand seals, activating the Divine Ability "Turning Stone into Gold" from the Nine Origins Dao Scripture to its utmost.

Under the enhancement of the Divine Ability, those giant stones gradually transformed into a majestic giant city.

This city covered tens of millions of miles, its walls soared into the clouds, and golden patterns faintly flowed on its bricks and stones, emanating the Aura of Immortal Grade Metal Dao's great power.

Even the attacks of top-grade Dao Spirit Treasures would find it difficult to shake this city in the slightest.

Xu Qing stood above the city, his gaze indifferent as he overlooked the hundreds of millions of miles of territory below.

All living beings on this land, regardless of their strength, were drawn into the city by his great Divine Ability. The name "Netherworld Dynasty" had been planted in their Sea of Consciousness by Xu Qing, and from then on, they became citizens of this city.

The name Yin Court should not be used lightly.

The Yin Court is too well-known in the Netherworld, and the Lower Realm Nether Palace and Yellow Springs Hall are branches of the two Immortal Grade powers in the Nether Territory, so information about the Yin Court would surely be known by these two Immortal Grade powers.

If the name Yin Court appeared in the Nether Territory, it would easily lead to associations.

Therefore, Xu Qing chose "Netherworld Dynasty" as the name for this place, which was both low-key and majestic.

After completing all this, Xu Qing's figure slowly descended beside Yun Qian. The mountain peak had long disappeared, becoming a majestic palace in the center of the city. This palace soared into the clouds, grand and imposing. Around it, Netherworld Qi swirled, and the faint sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling echoed, making one feel awe-struck.

Such an arrangement was very much in line with the style of the Nether Race.

"Yun Qian, Dark Moon, Luan Ruxue, Ming Huang, follow me."

Xu Qing's voice echoed in the ears of the four.

The four quickly followed, entering the palace.

Soon, the Domain Gate opened again, and Xu Qing's Dao Body, along with the Netherworld Sacred Pool and a million Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals, descended upon this place.

Among these million Yin Soldiers, the lowest cultivation was at the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and the Yin Generals had reached the Ghost Emperor Realm. This was the Yin Court's strongest fighting force and Xu Qing's foundation for establishing himself in this territory.

"Come!"

Xu Qing raised his hand, and all the Quasi-Emperor Perfection Netherworld beings within a hundred million miles, as if pulled by an invisible force, drifted towards him with vacant eyes, then orderly fell into the Netherworld Sacred Pool.

As a large amount of Low Grade Chaos Netherworld Crystals were thrown into the Netherworld Sacred Pool, the transformation ritual officially began.

The Netherworld beings struggled in the pool; some successfully transformed into Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals, while others turned into a wisp of green smoke, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Xu Qing stood by the pool, his expression indifferent, without a ripple in his eyes.

To him, these Netherworld beings were merely tools for achieving his hegemony. Success is built upon countless bones; on this path, countless lives were destined to fall.

"Too slow!"

Xu Qing whispered. The power of the Great Dao of Time instantly enveloped the entire city, and the flow of time within the city was accelerated by three thousand times.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed in the outside world, but over a hundred years had passed within the city.

Over a hundred years, the Quasi-Emperor Perfection and above Netherworld beings in the city were either successfully transformed or completely perished.

Ultimately, over a hundred Ghost Generals, comparable to the Dao Severing level, were born. Although they were only in the Early Stage of Dao Severing, they were already sufficient to dominate one of the surrounding hundred Dao Provinces.

As for the Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals under their command, they all broke through to the Ghost Emperor Realm, numbering over 1.26 million.

Xu Qing's voice was low and cold, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Hells: "From today onwards, the Netherworld Dynasty is established!"

"Might! Might! Might!"

A million Yin Soldiers shouted in unison.

Xu Qing stood atop the palace, overlooking the city and the million Yin Soldiers below, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The rest would be much easier; he would leave his Dao Body to guard, and then let the Yin Court's capable officials and diligent administrators manage political affairs.

Taking a deep look at the Nether Territory, Xu Qing stepped into the Domain Gate.

However, this time they were not returning to the Netherworld but to the Xuanhuang Great World.

Inside the Clan Hall, streaks of morning light filtered through the carved window lattices, casting a serene play of light and shadow on the floor. A young man, holding a whisk, was meticulously cleaning every corner of the great hall. His movements were gentle and focused, as if he were tending to a precious treasure.

"Clan Chief!"

Suddenly, the young man seemed to sense something and turned abruptly, his gaze instantly fixed on the familiar figure at the hall entrance. His eyes were immediately filled with surprise, and the whisk in his hand quietly fell to the ground.

"Xiao Duozi!" Xu Qing's voice held an undisguised joy as he strode into the hall.

Xu Duoduo knelt without hesitation, his voice trembling with excitement: "Clan Chief, you've returned!"

Xu Qing quickly stepped forward, helped him up, and examined him carefully, smiling: "Not bad, your cultivation has broken through to the Dao Lord Realm! Last time I returned, you were still in secluded cultivation; I didn't expect you to have emerged today."

Xu Duoduo stood up, his eyes filled with excitement and joy: "Clan Chief, have you been well all these years?"

"I'm well! Hahaha, come, to the back hall, for tea!"

Xu Qing patted Xu Duoduo's shoulder, his tone filled with the familiarity of a long-awaited reunion.

The group arrived at the back hall, where the fragrance of tea wafted under an Ancient Plum tree.

Xu Qing and Xu Duoduo sat opposite each other, while Yun Qian, Dark Moon, Luan Ruxue, and Ming Huang sat around them.

As teacups gently clinked, the conversation began.

Xu Duoduo was the first to speak, recounting his experiences in secluded cultivation over the years, with a hint of emotion in his voice: "Clan Chief, although I was in secluded cultivation all these years, my heart was always concerned about you. Now that I've broken through to the Dao Lord Realm, I can finally help you."

Yun Qian, Dark Moon, and the others also spoke of their respective experiences, some thrilling, some miraculous, their words filled with pride and emotion.

Xu Qing listened quietly, nodding and smiling occasionally, his eyes showing contentment.

When it was Xu Qing's turn, he took a sip of tea and slowly recounted his experiences in the Ancient Land of Dao. When he mentioned the Eternal Night Clan's schemes and provocations, Xu Duoduo and the others immediately glared, their fists clenched.

"The Eternal Night Clan dares to bully our clan like this!" Xu Duoduo gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger.

"Clan Chief, if needed, we are willing to follow you to the Ancient Land of Dao and wreak havoc on the Eternal Night Clan!" Yun Qian slammed the table, his eyes burning with Battle Intent.

Although Dark Moon remained silent, a cold light flickered in her eyes, clearly indicating that she, too, was truly enraged.

Xu Qing looked at them, a warm current welling up in his heart.

Over tens of thousands of years of cultivation, few of the clan elders, whether due to busy affairs or differences in status, could converse with him so freely. Only Xu Duoduo and the others remained as they were, not only his servants and Spirit Pets but also his close friends.

Under the Ancient Plum tree, the tea fragrance lingered, and their laughter and words echoed in the hall, seemingly dispelling the loneliness and weight of time.

At this moment, Xu Qing was no longer the high and mighty Clan Chief but an ordinary person chatting with his close friends.