Without making a sound, she reached out again and took out another talisman from her bosom.

The talisman trembled slightly in her hand, as if sensing the powerful force she was about to face, or as if expressing an instinctive fear of the unknown challenge.

Yu Ji took a deep breath, the breath seemingly gathering all her strength and determination, and recited the obscure and difficult incantation once more.

As she chanted, a mysterious and solemn atmosphere seemed to fill the air, inspiring awe in everyone.

Each syllable seems to transform into a mysterious key, unlocking a door to unknown power.

As the talisman gradually burned to ashes, an even more unbearable barrage of insults suddenly erupted like a surging tide, filling the inner room.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it were tearing apart every inch of air in the room, like the roar of a demon, making one's eardrums ache.

The expressions of the people in the inner room changed drastically. Their eyes were filled with shock and anger. They had never imagined that this evil sect would be so arrogant and unscrupulous.

Even while imprisoned, he remained arrogant and domineering, showing no restraint whatsoever.

Yu Ji nonchalantly withdrew her finger, but secretly chuckled to herself, refusing to admit that she had deliberately made everyone understand the evil cult's words to give them a "surprise."

She maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface, as if everything was under her control.

However, she knew in her heart that the challenges ahead had only just begun, and this evil path would certainly not easily reveal the truth.

She must do everything in her power to uncover the hidden truth behind this, bring everything to light, give the royal family an explanation, and give the world justice.

Inside the imperial study, a series of unbearable, demonic curses echoed.

The Emperor was the first to break free from the complex emotions of shock, grief, and anger that were intertwined within him.

His face, which had been contorted with grief over the Crown Prince's misfortune, was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

Like a glacier that has never melted for thousands of years, it exudes a chilling aura.

His eyes narrowed sharply, a glint of light flashing across them like a cold star, a light that seemed to pierce through the darkness and see through all the evil in the world.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and deafening shout, like a thunderclap ripped through the sky, suddenly exploded in the eerily silent inner room.

"How dare you utter such foul language! You have slaughtered my brothers and killed my eldest son."

"These deep-seated blood feuds have not yet been settled, and I have not yet punished you, yet you are so arrogant and presumptuous?"

The Emperor's voice was deep and powerful, like rolling thunder, with an overwhelming force. Every word seemed to carry endless anger, grief, and majesty.

The echoes reverberated for a long time in the almost deathly quiet inner room, making everyone's eardrums ache, as if even the air itself trembled and shuddered from the supreme majesty of the emperor's wrath.

The candlelight inside the room flickered precariously under the impact of the sound waves, as if it might go out at any moment.

The ghostly embers trapped in the yellow paper heard this thunderous and majestic voice that made their very soul tremble.

As if struck by an invisible hammer from the depths of hell, he was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

His mind went blank for a moment, as if all his thoughts had been frozen in that instant.

These people were able to understand him—a sudden and completely unexpected turn of events.

It made him feel as if he had instantly fallen into a boundless, incomprehensible nightmare.

His heart was filled with unprecedented shock and deep fear.

An ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tidal wave, almost completely overwhelming him.

However, before he could recover from this extreme shock and fear, the emperor's voice, filled with supreme authority and seemingly able to control all life and death in the world, rang out.

Once again, a thunderous voice resounded throughout the inner room: "Tell me the truth! What kind of heretic are you, daring to commit such a heinous and immoral act!"

The Emperor's gaze was like two blazing flames, possessing the power to pierce through everything, staring straight at the ball of yellow paper.

It was as if they wanted to see through these layers of obstacles and penetrate the depths of the evil path's soul.

To expose all the secrets and conspiracies hidden in the darkness to the light of day without reservation, so that all the evil in this world has nowhere to hide.

Upon hearing the Emperor's words, each one thunderous, authoritative, and full of questioning, Youjin, who had been frantically twisting and struggling within the talisman like a trapped beast, suddenly stopped abruptly.

It was as if time itself had been frozen in that instant by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, as if ignited by some kind of crazy emotion, he burst into a maniacal, deafening laugh without warning.