The Feng Zun Journey
Ignoble Action

But the next second, the girl in black dress pursed her lips, then let out a long sigh, “Who could have imagined that a grand existence like Emperor Ming Netherworld would fall in a place like this?” 

His expression carried a trace of sadness.

“All that is long gone.” said the Daoist-robed man. 

He added, "As heir to the Wisdom Hall, we must carry out the orders of the palace chief and bring His Majesty Emperor Ming Netherworld back with us."

The woman's eyes flashed, "Then what next? Are we going to give him a proper burial?”

The Tao-robed man froze, then said expressionlessly, It will depend on what the palace chief has in mind."

The girl in black dress paused for a moment, then said, “Tua Yu, even if you don't say it, said, it was clear to me that the palace chief would not send you and the four late stage Immortal Realm dharma protectors here, only to bring the corpse of Emperor Ming Netherworld back to obtain a proper burial.”

The Daoist-robed man frowned, "What exactly do you mean?"

The black-clothed girl shook her head, “I didn't mean anything, I just hope that there isn't a single person among us, who will consider the corpse of His Majesty Emperor Ming Netherworld as an opportunity, I just hope that there isn't a single person among us, who will regard the corpse of His Majesty Emperor Ming Netherworld as an opportunity, and no one does anything outrageous and unfilial. If such a thing were to happen, I fear that the spirit of the great ancestor will be engulfed in anger."

The Tao-robed man let out a cold snort, "Yuan Zhi, saying such a thing to me doesn't matter, but it's not good if it's heard by others!"

The woman's heart trembled, she could hear the implied threat behind her words.

He was speechless, and sadness rose without being asked to his heart.

"We made it!" 

A happy voice suddenly sounded.

The four late stage Immortal Realm cultivators sat cross-legged in front of the bronze altar, their bodies enveloped with a misty light. 

Their hands were in front, as if they were holding something high.

"Why so fast?" The Tao-robed man could not help but exclaim. 

Previously he had thought that it would take half a day or so, before they managed to take out the body of Emperor Ming Netherworld from the depths of the abyss.

Who would have thought it would work out in such a short time?

“This is actually quite a coincidence. Previously, there had indeed been a surge of power sealing the body of His Highness Emperor Ming Netherworld, yet it had shown signs of collapse. His ability to withstand our strength has drastically decreased, and it gives us the opportunity to exploit the power of his seal.” said a red-robed elder.

“So so.” said the Daoist-robed man. 

The Ming Netherworld Emperor's body had been deep in the depths of the abyss, and was sealed by an obscure mysterious power, and no one could get close to his body.

Since there was no other choice, the experts from the Wisdom Hall erected four bronze altars, and deployed four late stage Immortal Realm cultivators who unified forces to be able to extract his body.

Furthermore, each of the four altars also had a shard of weapon left behind by the Netherworld Ming Emperor.

Thanks to the aura from the shards of those weapons, the power of the seal protecting the body of His Majesty the Emperor did not resist their efforts, to get his body out of the abyss.

Bang out!

There was something rocking violently deep within the abyss, and a pitch-black light surged.

The Daoist-robed man was so agitated that his breathing became even faster, and he muttered, “During this Hall of Wisdom has always thought our founder, has most likely returned to Netherworld. Who would have thought that he would actually fall in the Abyss of the Demon Domain?"

The girl in black dress also saw the corpse.

Although tens of thousands of years had passed, his body showed no signs of decay. 

Their founders wore fur coats and dark robes, with wide belts and a brimmed crown. 

He had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and handsome facial features.

A mysterious and elusive seal floated around his body, as it slowly entered their field of view.

“This is truly His Majesty Emperor Ming Netherworld!” Yuan Zhi was surprised and immediately recognized him.

Even until now, the painting of their founder remained in the sacred ground of the Palace of Wisdom Hall. 

The man depicted on the painting, looked exactly like this corpse!

“Sister Yu, the seal on the corpse of the ancestor is already very weak and if it is destroyed, then it will also destroy some parts of the corpse of the ancestor. I'm worried about the ability we have, we won't be able to return his remains intact.” said the red-robed elder.

The Tao-robed man paused for a moment, then said, “Then we will do as the palace chief ordered and immediately begin the refining process. It's fine as long as we can still bring the core energy source inside the ancestral body back with us.”

"Understood!" The red-robed elder and the other three late-stage Immortal Realm cultivators nodded.

Their strength lifted the corpse, and their hands formed a seal.

The four bronze altars suddenly boomed in a flaming light. 

Four arcs of blood-colored light shot out from them, enveloping the body of Emperor Ming Netherworld.

Yuan Zhi's expression changed drastically. 

"Stop! How can you treat our great ancestors with such disrespect?”

But they ignored him completely, as if they did not even hear him.

Except for the Tao-robed man, who said solemnly, “Yuan Zhi, if the great ancestor watches over us from a different world, I am sure that he also wants us, his descendants, to be, using the power of his Grand Dao core source well...

“As you can see, the seal around his corpse has weakened and is almost scattered. Once the seal disappears, the body will be destroyed immediately, and the remaining core source power will be lost. How could we let that just happen?” 

He turned to look at Yuan Zhi, “You.. Surely you also don't want to see that happen, right?”

His gaze was heavy, and an imposing aura surged around him. 

Yuan Zhi's body stiffened, and his heart clenched.

He took a deep breath, and tried to remain steadfast, “But. Refining the corpse of His Majesty Emperor Ming Netherworld was tantamount to desecrating him, <TAG1>But, and it will be considered the most despicable act we have ever done as his descendants and disciples!”

The Daoist-robed man suddenly let out a cold snort, "This has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

With that, he paid no heed to YUan Zhi anymore and helped the refining process.