Burial Abyss

Based on the intelligence and paths discovered by Chu Yunfan using special poisonous insects, the group found the lair of the Soul Devouring Cult.

Deep within the Abyss of Soul Burial, the black mist was as thick as ink, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

The ground beneath my feet was covered with the pale, white bones of unknown creatures, which crunched underfoot.

The wails of vengeful spirits drifted in the wind, piercing eardrums and disturbing the mind. The figures of the Soul-Eating Cultists appeared and disappeared in the mist, patrolling heavily, with insidious arrays covering every vital spot.

"Proceed according to plan." Xie Chenyu tapped his fan lightly and gave the order in a low voice.

He, Mo Yun, and Ling Shuang quickly dispersed, their fingertips flashing with spiritual light as they silently began to break through the outer array and create chaos.

Chu Yunfan flicked his sleeve, and a colorless and odorless bewitching miasma quietly spread out, causing the patrolling cultists' eyes to gradually glaze over and their movements to become sluggish.

"Go!" Shen Yunzhou shouted, and his sword flashed like lightning tearing through the darkness! Ji Qianqiu, Ji Kuangshi, and Ji Bailie followed closely behind, like three tigers unleashed from their cages, their fists and axe shadows crashing into the reacting cultists! Shouts of battle erupted instantly, successfully attracting most of the headquarters' attention.

Fang Li, Qingxuan Zhenren, and Tie Pan formed the core team and took advantage of the chaos to bypass the main battlefield. Like three sharp arrows, they pierced straight into the deepest part of the main altar, in the sect leader's hall that exuded the most intense evil aura!

The closer one gets to the main hall, the thicker the black mist becomes, and the heavier the oppressive aura grows.

Suddenly, black mist surged ahead, and five figures blocked their path.

Four blood-red figures emerged from the shadows like ghosts, blocking the doorway! Their bodies were shriveled, their skin clung to their bones, displaying a dark red luster, their eyes burning with hollow blood flames, and their bodies exuded a nauseating stench of filthy blood and the deathly pressure of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Following closely behind, an old man wearing dark red bone armor and holding a skull staff slowly walked out. His eyes were sunken and his aura was cold and powerful. He was clearly a guardian elder in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

"The Elder Protector of the Soul Devouring Cult is here! Trespassers will be killed!" The old man's voice was hoarse, and he slammed his bone staff down! The four Blood Soul Corpse Puppets moved simultaneously!

They are incredibly strong and fearless. They pounce directly on the enemy, spitting out filthy blood arrows with strong corrosive energy, which even make the air hiss!

"Watch out for the tainted blood!" Master Qingxuan roared, flicking his whisk, which unleashed thousands of silver threads wrapped in lightning, hurtling towards a corpse puppet! The lightning collided with the tainted blood, creating a violent explosion!

Fang Li dared not be negligent. She held the Bieheqin in front of her, and the azure-colored Chaos Spirit Fire flowed from her fingertips, transforming into blazing rings of fire to meet the blood arrow!

The ring of fire and the arrow of blood intertwined, constantly annihilating each other with a sizzling sound. Although the Glazed Fire could restrain them, the Corpse Puppet's power was immense, and the impact caused her blood and qi to surge.

With a roar, Tiepan slammed his heavy shield into the ground, its runes fully activated, forcefully blocking the attack and spitting of foul blood from another corpse puppet! The shield's surface flickered violently with spiritual light, groaning under the strain.

The core team was instantly plunged into a fierce battle! The corpse puppet felt no pain and launched a frenzied attack, while the guardian elder continuously cast insidious spells, leaving them struggling to defend themselves.

Just as the main battlefield was raging, Ji Qianqiu punched a cultist away. The broken Star Compass in his arms suddenly heated up intensely, and a strange fluctuation came from a secluded corner of the headquarters, resonating with his bloodline.

“Over there…” he muttered, his fighting spirit so intense that he didn’t think much of it. Suddenly, he roared at his father, Ji Kuangshi, “Dad! I’ll leave this place to you! I’ll be right back!” Without waiting for a reply, he followed the fluctuations, broke away from the battle, and rushed towards that area.

It was a forest of twisted and withered trees, corrupted by demonic energy, but in the very center of the forest, a miraculously enormous ancient tree stood, half withered and half thriving! The ancient tree was entirely green, half of its branches and leaves withered, while the other half stubbornly emitted a faint glow of life.

Beneath the tree, a massive bronze battle axe, almost as tall as Ji Qianqiu, lay diagonally in the ground, its blade covered in rust and withered vines, as if it had been dormant for ten thousand years.

As soon as Ji Qianqiu stepped into this place, he felt his blood boil! He walked towards the giant axe involuntarily, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the axe handle that was covered with withered vines!

Buzz—!

The moment he grasped it, the ancient tree's remaining vitality seemed to find an outlet, surging wildly into his body!

At the same time, large patches of rust peeled off the giant axe, revealing ancient and desolate patterns beneath! A torrent of fighting spirit crashed into his mind!

"Fight...protect...life..." A vague thought echoed in his mind. His blood and energy erupted, his bronze luster intensified, and his power surged! The giant axe in his hands felt as light as a feather, radiating a boundless life force and fighting spirit!

On the other side, Xie Chen was deciphering a key node in a formation. A withered yellow vine leaf in his sleeve moved without wind, emitting a faint guidance. His eyes flickered, and he quietly slipped away for a moment, following the guidance to a partially collapsed dome ruin. In the center of the ruins was a dilapidated observatory constructed from fragments of stars, but it had been contaminated and covered by filthy demonic energy.

Xie Chen seemed to be deep in thought, unconsciously turning the jade fan in his palm, the fan ribs tracing mysterious paths.

As he moved, the polluted star fragments on the observatory began to glow slightly, briefly dispelling a small patch of demonic energy and revealing a fragmented yet clear star map!

The scene revealed by the star chart is chilling! Stars are falling and the world is collapsing; it is clearly a sign of impending catastrophe and destruction!

Among them, a gray star stood out, its aura originating from the same source as Fang Li's Chaos Dao Foundation! Another star was tightly bound by ferocious blood-red chains, flickering erratically, emanating a strange aura related to the Soul Devouring Sect and even higher levels!

For the first time, Xie Chen's gentle face showed seriousness as he silently memorized the star map.

The core team fought fiercely! Master Qingxuan unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes, finally seizing an opportunity. A thick bolt of lightning shattered the guardian elder's bone staff, severely injuring his body! Fang Li's Glazed Fire Ring seized the opportunity to entwine and incinerate a corpse puppet! Tie Pan roared as he charged forward with his shield raised, smashing through another corpse puppet! The three of them joined forces and finally slew the powerful enemy, breaking through the obstruction and crashing into the eerie and terrifying entrance to the sect leader's main hall.

The three were slightly out of breath and had no time to catch their breath when Master Qingxuan blasted open the heavy, dark palace door with a single palm strike!

The main hall was empty, except for a constantly rotating, twisted void gate in the center that emitted a faint light.

A suffocating pressure emanated from behind the door!

A figure shrouded in a wide black robe stood with his back to the crowd in front of the void gate.

Its aura was clearly that of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!

Hearing the door burst open, he slowly turned around, a hoarse, low laugh emanating from beneath his black robe: "Finally...the sacrifice has arrived...perfect for welcoming the 'Holy Envoy'..."

The portal spun faster, and the terrifying aura behind it grew clearer; something was about to cross over!