Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

0Sage Bitter Cross was extremely angry, "You guys were tricked, but you killed my clone!"    

    

"This matter has nothing to do with me!"    

    

The golden dragon said, "You should think about it. What kind of enmity does Sage Netherworld have with you? Why was he able to send your hair over?"    

    

"That strand of hair of yours is at least a hair from millions of years ago!"    

    

"Sage Netherworld schemed against you for so long, but you actually didn't realize it at all!"    

    

Sage Bitter Cross stood where he was, not moving, sinking into deep thought.    

    

Yang Bo could tell that the reason why Sage Bitter Cross did not make a move was mainly because he was alone, and his power was too weak.    

    

On the side of the Holy Judges, there were a total of ten saints. If Sage Bitter Cross made a move, he would only be beaten up.    

    

Sage Bitter Cross frowned, "I was indeed too careless. Back then, my relationship with Sage Netherworld was not bad. How could I have thought that he would actually hide my hair?"    

    

"When you guys used the hair to find my clone, I also noticed it. However, this hair is still millions of years old. I can only vaguely deduce a part of the situation."    

    

The golden dragon directly asked, "Where did Sage Netherworld hide it?"    

    

"Sage Bitter Cross, don't you want revenge?"    

    

"Only by finding Sage Netherworld can you take revenge!"    

    

Sage Bitter Cross stared at the Holy Judges. Facing these saints, it was impossible for him to take revenge. Then he could only find Sage Netherworld.    

    

However, after looking around carefully, the Ascetic Saint's gaze fell on Yang Bo. "I feel that my name is on the Book of Life and Death!"    

    

"There seems to be a strange feeling in the air. I feel that I have a connection with the Underworld."    

    

Yang Bo nodded and did not say much.    

    

However, the Ascetic Saint had already understood Yang Bo's meaning. He stared at Yang Bo and then looked at the other Saints.    

    

"I know of a place. Perhaps the Netherworld Saint is hiding there!"    

    

"However, that Underworld is very dangerous. Perhaps he is purposely leading you there. Are you sure you want to go there?"    

    

The golden dragon frowned. "What place?"    

    

The Saints were all Saints. There were not many places in this world that could make them feel threatened.    

    

Since the Ascetic Saint said so, it meant that the place he was talking about was very dangerous!    

    

The Ascetic Saint said, "The Abyss!"    

    

The expressions of the other Saints changed slightly. They looked at each other and did not say anything.    

    

This was the first time Yang Bo had heard of this place. He could tell from everyone's serious expressions that this place was dangerous.    

    

Yang Bo looked at the golden dragon and asked, "Is it very dangerous?"    

    

"The Saints are already the strongest cultivators in this world. Could there be cultivators stronger than the Saints?"    

    

"All of you are the strongest cultivators in the Holy World. Are you afraid?"    

    

The golden dragon hesitated. He looked at Yang Bo and said, "Although we are the strongest, it doesn't mean that we don't have any opponents!"    

    

"You might not know this, but the Land of Abyss is a very strange place. The biggest opponent is not a cultivator, but a soul, a ghost, or a god!"    

    

Yang Bo was very surprised. "The opponent is a soul? A ghost?"    

    

He really could not understand what this meant.    

    

The golden bull nodded. "There are many strange places in the Land of Abyss. The mirror image of himself, as well as the strange ghosts and gods of the Sage level."    

    

"These strange ghosts and gods do not cultivate, nor do they eat incense. They devour emotions and time, and in the end, they can maintain a long lifespan."    

    

The more Yang Bo listened, the more confused he became. He really did not understand.    

    

Emotions were formless, and time was also formless. It was not easy to control them, so how should he devour them?    

    

The Suffering Saint asked, "Do you dare to go?"    

    

Everyone looked at each other again.    

    

The golden dragon stood out. "We have no way out. If we can really find him there, we will definitely have to go!"    

    

"Saint Suffering, since you proposed this idea, you will lead us there!"    

    

The Suffering Saint's expression changed greatly. "I will bring you guys there?"    

    

"I am not sure either. Is he in the Land of Abyss or not."    

    

The golden dragon pointed in Yang Bo's direction. "If you are not willing, then don't blame us for being rude!"    

    

The Suffering Saint had no choice but to nod.    

    

Yang Bo looked in the direction of the Suffering Saint and could not help but ask, "Why do I feel like this whole thing is so strange?"    

    

"Is it possible that the Holy Judges have been schemed against?"    

    

"The Netherworld Saint deliberately wanted to lure us into the abyss!"    

    

The golden dragon glanced at Yang Bo. "Did you see it?"    

    

"We were indeed tricked, but since things have come to this, we have no choice but to go to the abyss!"    

    

"Fellow Taoist Yang, I hope that you won't dampen our morale!"    

    

Yang Bo immediately shut his mouth. He had only sent a clone here, but the Holy Judges had all come in person. If it really was a trap, they would have suffered even greater losses!    

    

The golden dragon winked at Yang Bo, indicating for him not to say anything.    

    

The green snake snorted coldly. "Is the Netherworld Saint fishing? He wants to lure us into the abyss and kill us one by one!"    

    

"If that's the case, the Netherworld Saint is really amazing!"    

    

The golden dragon said, "He doesn't need to deal with us. As long as the mission ends, he will live!"    

    

Everyone's expression could not help but turn serious.    

    

The mission on the Holy Judgement Order had a time limit, which was something that everyone knew.    

    

The Netherworld Saint had used this method to avoid their tracking.    

    

The golden dragon waved his hand. "There's no need to say anything. Let's go to the abyss!"    

    

Everyone stopped hesitating and followed Saint Bitter Crossing to the abyss.    

    

The abyss was near the Netherworld. When they reached the eastern end of the Netherworld, they could see a bottomless abyss.    

    

Yang Bo only took a glance at it and felt an inexplicable chill coming from the abyss. This chill made his heart shake.    

    

The golden dragon glanced at him and looked at the Ascetic Saint, "Fellow Taoist, please!"    

    

The Ascetic Saint glanced at Yang Bo, "Please!"    

    

Under the protection of the golden dragon, Yang Bo followed the crowd down.    

    

He could clearly see that the other Saints had taken out their divine artifacts, afraid that something would happen.    

    

Yang Bo stared at the abyss. The light in front of his eyes flashed, and his line of sight passed through the thick darkness of the abyss. He could see some withering flowers and grass.    

    

They descended for a long time before finally landing on the ground.    

    

The sky of the abyss was dark and gloomy. The life here was withering, and it was a desolate place.    

    

Yang Bo felt that his eyeballs were beating non-stop, as if something was attracting him.    

    

After landing in the abyss, Yang Bo felt that there seemed to be a mysterious force in the air that kept entering his eyeballs, replenishing the light in his eyes!    

    

Yang Bo was completely stunned when he felt this.    

    

For so many years, the light in his eyes had accompanied him and brought him endless help. He had always wanted to investigate the origin of the light in his eyes and find out the origin of the Glazed Pearl.    

    

He did not expect that all of this had something to do with the abyss!    

    

Chapter 12 – The Origin of the Light in the Eyes