The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 418

Taoist Master Baimei frowned and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "The shape of the ancient castle, the iron chain spell, and the black eagle emblem, as far as I know, there is a very secret place in the martial arts world that matches these characteristics - the 'Evil Eagle Valley'. It used to be the headquarters of the evil 'Black Eagle Cult' in the martial arts world, but it was later wiped out by the righteous. The remnants of the cult are nowhere to be found, and the ruins of the ancient castle are still shrouded in fog, and few people have set foot there."

Ren Xiaoyao was shocked when he heard this. He had heard of the name of Evil Eagle Valley, but he had never thought that it was so closely related to his mother's disappearance. He looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with determination: "There is no time to lose, let's set off immediately and go to Evil Eagle Valley!"

Taoist Master Baimei seemed to have been pardoned. His figure turned into light smoke again, and he left Ren Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant, returning to the real world. His face was pale, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He was obviously still frightened by what happened just now. Ren Xiaoyao was still calm as usual. In his deep eyes, there was a look of determination and a hint of imperceptible worry.

At this time, Ren Haoyu stood in the middle of the hall, with an upright posture and a sullen look on his face. His sharp eyes were fixed on Ren Xiaoyao, as if he wanted to see through him. Behind him, several followers in black were on standby, and the atmosphere was tense. By Ren Xiaoyao's side, there were only a few loyal servants left, all of whom looked nervous, but were determined to protect him.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly stood up and walked towards Ren Haoyu, each step seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings. He said, "Brother Haoyu, you and I are both descendants of the Ren family. Why do we have to make such a fuss about today's matter? I already know everything about what you lost, but this matter involves family secrets. If it is revealed in public, it may hurt the reputation of the Ren family. How about we talk in private?"

Ren Haoyu snorted coldly, his eyes full of suspicion: "Ren Xiaoyao, stop pretending in front of me. The 'Purple Sky Divine Iron' that I lost is the Ren family's treasure, and now it appears in your hands, and you still say that it involves secrets? You are clearly coveting the treasure and intend to embezzle it! Either hand over the Divine Iron today, or don't blame me for disregarding our brotherhood!"

"Purple Sky Divine Iron?" Ren Xiaoyao pretended to be surprised, then smiled slightly, "So this is what you are talking about. Brother Haoyu misunderstood, I did not hide the Purple Sky Divine Iron privately, it is indeed in my hand, but I did not intend to possess it, but for other reasons. This is a long story, let me explain it in detail..."

Before he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly raised his hand, and a stream of energy shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for a bronze bell in the corner of the hall. The sound of the bell rang melodiously, instantly filling the entire mansion. This was an emergency call signal from within the Ren family. A moment later, masters from the mansion rushed over after hearing the news, including several respected elders of the Ren family.

Ren Xiaoyao's move stunned Ren Haoyu. He obviously did not expect the other party to act like this. As the masters of the Ren family gathered, Ren Xiaoyao said loudly: "My elders, today's matter concerns the reputation of the Ren family and the family's secrets. I implore you to make a fair judgment. Brother Haoyu believes that I have secretly kept the Purple Sky Divine Iron. I am willing to clarify the facts in public to avoid further misunderstandings."

Several elders looked at each other. One of them, an old man with white hair and beard, Ren Qianqiu, the Supreme Elder of the Ren Family, said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, Xiaoyao, you can tell us the whole story and we will make a fair judgment."

Ren Xiaoyao bowed slightly and was about to speak when he saw a girl in green clothes walk in. She walked lightly, with a veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, and Ren Xiaoyao was shocked. This was the person he had been thinking about - the girl in the Ren family's forbidden land, and now she appeared here!

"Everyone, wait a minute." The girl's voice was clear and crisp, with a firmness that could not be ignored, "I am willing to testify for Xiaoyao about the matter of the Purple Sky Divine Iron."

The whole audience was shocked when these words came out. Ren Xiaoyao looked at the girl, his eyes showing mixed emotions, both surprise and worry. He knew that the appearance of the girl meant that the hidden secret could no longer be hidden, and a storm sweeping across the Ren family was about to come...

Taoist Master Baimei nodded in agreement, and the two said no more, quickly packed up their bags, and embarked on this unknown and dangerous rescue journey. Ren Xiaoyao's heart burned with the fiery belief of saving his mother, and Taoist Master Baimei accompanied him with loyalty and morality. Together, they rushed to the Evil Eagle Valley hidden behind the heavy fog. A fierce battle about family affection, grudges, and the morality of the rivers and lakes was about to begin in that forgotten valley.

Ren Xiaoyao watched Taoist Master Baimei turn into smoke and break into his sea of ​​consciousness. He was secretly amazed at the profound cultivation of this uncle, and at the same time he was full of tension and anticipation for the conversation that was to follow. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the black-robed figure sat on the main seat, his aura was unfathomable, as if he could swallow all the light. The appearance of Taoist Master Baimei undoubtedly brought violent fluctuations to the originally quiet sea of ​​consciousness.

The black-robed man's words were as cold as frost, questioning the White-browed Taoist's crime. Although the White-browed Taoist was panicked, he tried his best to remain calm and denied knowing someone. However, when Ren Xiaoyao mentioned "that girl", the White-browed Taoist's face suddenly changed drastically. Obviously, this sentence touched his heartstrings. Ren Xiaoyao's tone was resolute, asking the White-browed Taoist to save her no matter what. The White-browed Taoist could only bow his head and obey, and responded respectfully.

As the black-robed man waved his hand, Taoist Master Baimei quickly faded away as if he had been pardoned, and was about to exit Ren Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness. At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao's sight was focused on the black-robed man, who nodded slightly, as if he had made up his mind about the matter. The black-robed man did not say much, but just stretched out a slender palm and gently pressed it on Ren Xiaoyao's forehead. A warm current instantly flowed into Ren Xiaoyao's mind, like a thread, soothing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

After the Taoist priest Baimei completely disappeared, the man in black robe slowly stood up, surrounded by black air, looking even more mysterious. He slowly walked towards Ren Xiaoyao, and his deep voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Ren Xiaoyao, the person you want to save is your biological mother, who is also my sister." As soon as these words came out, Ren Xiaoyao's heart was shocked. It turned out that the "girl" was actually his mother, and the man in black robe in front of him was actually his uncle!

"She is imprisoned in the 'Nine Nether Secret Realm', which is an extremely dangerous place that is difficult for ordinary warriors to enter. I once tried to rescue her alone, but was blocked by the numerous restrictions and powerful monsters in the secret realm. Now, only with your help can we succeed."

Ren Xiaoyao was filled with grief and anger when he heard that his mother was in danger. He looked at the man in black robe firmly and said, "Uncle, no matter how difficult it is, I am willing to give it a try. Please tell me, how should I prepare?"

The black-robed man nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with approval. "Since you are determined, I will lend you a helping hand. You must first practice my unique mental method, the Nine Netherworld Technique. This method can not only improve your internal strength, but also help you resist the cold evil spirits in the secret realm. Secondly, you need to find the 'Mysterious Ice Cold Iron' to forge a weapon that can restrain the monsters in the secret realm. Finally, I will teach you a set of light skills called 'Phantom Traceless Steps' so that you can dodge flexibly in the secret realm."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the black-robed man suddenly vanished, transforming into countless black runes floating in the sea of ​​consciousness. Each rune contained deep internal strength and exquisite martial arts mysteries. Ren Xiaoyao concentrated his mind, allowing these runes to merge into himself, and began to concentrate on practicing the "Nine Netherworld Art".

At the same time, in the real world, Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged, with a faint black mist around him. His inner energy was surging, and powerful internal forces were flowing rapidly along his meridians. His face was solemn, his eyes were closed, and he was completely immersed in this unprecedented practice.

A few days passed, and Ren Xiaoyao's face became paler, but his eyes were shining with a strange light, which was a sign of his inner strength improving and his mind gradually becoming mature. At his side, a rare piece of black ice cold iron was gradually taking shape after being hammered day and night by craftsmen. The blade was as cold as frost, emitting a cold light that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Finally, on a full-moon night, Ren Xiaoyao opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars in his dark pupils. He stood up, holding the newly-forged, icy black ice blade in his hand. At this time, he was no longer the young man who had just entered the martial arts world, but a chivalrous warrior with unique skills and heavy responsibilities.

Ren Xiaoyao and the man in black robe, his uncle, discussed in their sea of ​​consciousness and decided to set off for the Nine Nether Secret Realm immediately. They knew that this journey was extremely dangerous, but they also understood that only by moving forward bravely could they rescue their trapped mother.

Under the cover of night, the two quietly left the mountain forest where they lived and embarked on a journey destined to be full of ups and downs and unknowns to save their mother. The moonlight shone on their resolute backs, as if foreshadowing that what awaited them ahead would be endless challenges and trials. But in their eyes, there was only perseverance and faith, fearlessness, like a sharp sword in the dark night, pointing directly to the depths of the Nine Netherworld.

Taoist Master Baimei flashed and turned into a stream of light. He instantly left Ren Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness and reappeared in the real space. His face was slightly pale, and it was obvious that he was still frightened by what happened in his sea of ​​consciousness. He calmed down and looked at Ren Xiaoyao with a mixture of respect, fear and doubt in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Taoist Master Baimei with a sharp gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Baimei, I know you are loyal to my father, but this matter concerns the safety of my mother, and I cannot sit idly by. The 'girl' that the black-robed man pointed out is undoubtedly my mother. She has been imprisoned for many years, and her life or death is uncertain. I will do my best to save her from danger."

Taoist Master Baimei took a deep breath, calmed down, and said with a folded hand: "Young Master, your broad mind and bearing are admirable. However, this matter is complicated and cannot be solved by one's own strength. Moreover, the black-robed man's methods are strange. He can easily invade the young master's sea of ​​consciousness. It is difficult to guess how high his cultivation is. I am willing to lend a helping hand to the young master and go through this difficult time together."

"Uncle Master, what you said is very true." Ren Xiaoyao nodded in agreement. "I have found some clues. It is said that the place where my mother is imprisoned is a secret place called 'Netherworld Valley'. This valley is located in the deepest part of the southern border, and it is difficult for ordinary people to set foot in it. Moreover, it is guarded by many restrictions, and ordinary warriors cannot get close at all. I want to go there in person to explore it. If Uncle Master is willing to come with me, it would be a great honor."

Taoist Master Baimei thought for a moment and replied generously, "In that case, I will go with you, young master, hoping to help you resolve your worries and rescue your wife." After that, he took out an ancient jade slip from his arms and handed it to Ren Xiaoyao, "This is a map of the Netherworld Valley and a method to break the restrictions that the former master of the family gave to me. Perhaps it will be helpful to you on this trip."

Ren Xiaoyao took the jade slip, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew that this journey was extremely dangerous, but for his mother, he was fearless. He put the jade slip in his arms and looked at Taoist Master Baimei. They both understood each other and prepared to set off immediately.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Ren's mansion, Ren Haoyu was sitting in his study, with a yellowed map spread out in front of him. The three words "Netherworld Valley" were clearly marked in the center of the map. His eyes were sinister, and his fingers gently stroked the lines on the map, with a sneer on his lips: "Ren Xiaoyao, you really can't hold back. Humph, Netherworld Valley, that's where you will be buried!"

As night falls and the moonlight becomes hazy, Ren Xiaoyao and Taoist Master Baimei quietly leave the mansion and set off for Southern Xinjiang. They are dressed in the night and gallop like the wind, avoiding the eyes and ears of the martial arts world along the way, and head straight for the mysterious Nether Valley. The martial arts world is in turmoil again, and a contest involving family affection, grudges, life and death is about to unfold in the heart of Southern Xinjiang.

A few days later, the two men crossed the dense forest and the turbulent stream and finally arrived at the edge of southern Xinjiang. In front of them, a towering and steep mountain rose from the ground. The mountain was steep and surrounded by clouds and mist, and a chilling atmosphere came over them. Ren Xiaoyao stared ahead and said to himself, "Here I come, Nether Valley!" Taoist Baimei was as if he had been pardoned. He shook his body and tried to withdraw from Ren Xiaoyao's sea of ​​consciousness. However, the man in black robe snorted coldly, and an invisible force instantly bound Baimei, making him unable to move at all. Baimei's heart trembled, and he secretly speculated that Ren Xiaoyao's cultivation was far beyond the realm that his age should be. Could it be that he had cultivated some mysterious skills that could control people's minds and seas of consciousness?

The black-robed man stared at Taoist Baimei with a sharp gaze and whispered, "Baimei, you and I both know that the girl is not the 'unknown' person you mentioned. You helped Ren Haoyu imprison her in the endless illusion in an attempt to control me. Today, if you don't hand over the method to rescue her, you can't leave safely."