Chapter 145 The Cultivation World
"Don't let him escape!!" Song Wei panicked and flew over, brandishing her broadsword.
Duan Wenyang's expression also changed slightly. He observed the feet of the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord, his mind ready to control the sword energy to change direction.
Phoenix Feather Demon Lord couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha, did you really think I, the Demon Lord, couldn't do anything to you! Next time we meet, you'll be waiting for my thunderous revenge!"
After speaking, he grasped his magic weapon, stepped out of the formation, and suddenly runes flew wildly, attaching to his skin. A powerful force pulled him down into the formation.
The magic circle flashed with a cold light—
Song Wei angrily slammed his broadsword into the ground, about to unleash a torrent of curses, but then he caught sight of the red-haired figure still standing on the magic array and froze.
Song Wei: "..."
Phoenix Feather Demon Lord: "..."? ? Why is this happening?! Why wasn't he teleported away?!
The scene before him remained unchanged, leaving him bewildered. He exchanged bewildered glances with his two mortal enemies. Then, he lowered his head, turned the magical artifact over, and tried to find the key to unlocking the mystery.
However, Song Wei would not sit idly by. He immediately picked up his broadsword again and charged towards the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord.
"No, no." In his anxiety, the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord fiddled with the magical artifact and found that it was perfectly fine. The only possibility was that there was a major problem at the other end of the teleportation array, perhaps it was blocked!
"Tsk, who on earth did this?!" And of all times, at this crucial moment!!
The Phoenix Feather Demon Lord was so enraged he nearly vomited blood, demonic runes splattering across his body. Song Wei, however, had already closed in within a few dozen breaths, his blade carrying a muffled sonic boom, about to smash down on his head. The next moment, a figure suddenly swelled, engulfed in flames, and transformed into a divine bird, its wings swirling upwards. The fire tornado completely suppressed the sonic boom, directly blasting everyone within a ten-mile radius into the air. Many of those already wounded were caught off guard and sliced into mangled pieces.
Song Wei, who was closest, managed to escape unharmed by hiding behind the large knife stuck in the ground.
The Phoenix Feather Demon Lord, transformed into the divine bird Bifang, looked down at the crowd below, his eyes blazing with fiery red, yet radiating an icy indifference. His face contorted in a ferocious rage for a moment, then he snarled, "If you won't let me go to the mountain, then the mountain will come to me!"
Song Wei, Duan Wenyang, and the others were unsure of his intentions, and upon hearing his words, they all became wary.
In an instant, the magical artifact blazed with a blinding red light once more. Then, a massive number of malevolent spirits surged forth from the array—no, far more than just malevolent spirits; a continuous stream of them emerged, including some of the most powerful corrupted spirits! They swirled around the Bifang, which was howling with its neck raised, unleashing a chilling black wind capable of freezing a thousand feet in an instant. Within the black wind, a flash of silver streak appeared, making the vibrant red of the Bifang's feathers appear and disappear.
The sky also became strangely dark.
The "filthy" level pressure was already terrifying, and the sheer number of people involved was truly astonishing. As soon as the combined pressure was unleashed, many cultivators below were crushed into bone powder and flesh paste, their agonizing screams echoing endlessly.
"Where did he get these souls from?!" Song Wei frowned deeply, his veins bulging as he resisted the oppressive force, yet blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Duan Wenyang's protective sword aura was also thinned layer by layer. He couldn't help but raise his head and meet the gaze of the arrogant and unruly Bifang.
Meanwhile, somewhere far underground in the underworld, chaos had already broken out.
With Qianmo's help, he had successfully altered the true essence of the teleportation array. After walking a few steps out of the tower, he suddenly had an ominous premonition, and one of his eyelids twitched violently.
What a disaster! Could something have happened to the Poison King?!
As soon as he finished thinking, the Yin Soldier Talisman on Zhen Su's waist lit up, and then he was summoned away from his original spot.
The scene shifted, and Shinju found himself in the King of Hell's palace, standing before the solemn-faced King of Hell.
"What's wrong?" Shinju grabbed the King of the Souls' arm, turned him over, and looked him up and down. Fortunately, he didn't see any signs of injury and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the King of Poison's next words instantly made Shinju's heart leap into his throat once again.
"Something might have happened in Black Prison. The threads left for Ghost Silver have all suddenly snapped."
Shinju couldn't help but look into the dark eyes of the King of Poison, where a deep ripple of emotion stirred. The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and immediately rushed toward the teleportation array in unison.
Upon entering the dark prison, one could hear the guards' furious and abusive curses.
"Here we go again! This is the third time in recent days!!! How much more do they want to steal before they stop?! Is there anyone who can do anything about this?!"
"...The Lord has been asleep all this time and hasn't been in charge for over a hundred years. Otherwise, the Black Prison wouldn't be like a sieve, unable to block anything."
"Those soldiers from upstairs are coming again soon!"
"Why should we be afraid of them? Every time we leave disappointed, they can't hold us accountable."
"This is never going to end!!! Listen to me! Even spirits have disappeared in the Eastern Three Regions!"
"What?! What are you talking about! Is this true? Aren't all those locked up over there 'filthy'?!"
Some of the jailers looked frustrated, while others were indifferent, but all of them were at a loss as to what to do except personally verify which spirits were missing. As for how the spirits were taken away, that remained a complete mystery.
Seeing the most terrifying and highest-ranking spirits in the Black Prison slip away one by one, and the most heavily guarded areas nearly hollowed out, the prison guards were utterly speechless. Just then, their most dreaded figure, the Tenth King of Hell, arrived in person.
"Oni-Gin, Oni-Gin!!" Shinjuku called out to Oni-Gin telepathically while gathering information, but received no reply.
From the words of the jailers, Shinju roughly understood that the Black Prison seemed to have experienced another disappearance of spirits, and this time the scale was more exaggerated than before. Not only were the number of disappearing spirits extremely large, but the spirit rank was also unprecedentedly high.
He grabbed a jailer and asked, "When did this start? How long has it been going on?"
The jailer was initially reluctant to answer, as he had always looked down on the ghostly soldiers above. However, the True Deity's aura was terrifying, and the King of Hell next door had an even more malevolent gaze; the threat emanating from them seemed tangible. Therefore, the jailer hesitated for a moment before finally revealing the whole story: "Just about an incense stick's time ago, they started discovering that some souls had disappeared, and it hasn't stopped since."
“Just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn…” But Ghost Silver remained silent. Shinjuku grew increasingly anxious, realizing that Ghost Silver had volunteered to infiltrate the Black Prison after following his plan. He asked the jailer again, “Can’t the spirit leave without using the teleportation array?”
The jailer was speechless for a moment, saying, "I... I don't know either. Nobody knows how those souls left..."
Just then, a jailer ran over from a short distance away, shouting, "A teleportation array has been discovered in the Ten Regions of Yanan! Someone come quickly to help destroy it!!"
Upon hearing this, King Zhen and True Monk vanished in an instant, leading the jailers to believe they had left.
When they arrived at the so-called teleportation array, they found that the two figures had already arrived there and seemed to be arguing.
The vengeful spirits stirred up waves of dark storms, swirling and turning before finally filing into the massive magic array on the ground.
"Don't destroy the magic array!" Shinju stopped the other jailers, which displeased them.
Meanwhile, the King of Poison, seeing through Shinju's true intentions, stood protectively in front of him and turned back to ask earnestly, "Qing'er, do you really want to go?"
Shinjuku couldn't find Oni-Gin, guessing it had likely been sucked into a magic circle and transported elsewhere. This magic circle wasn't permanent; even the jailers were surprised by its existence. Therefore, he worried whether the magic circle could be repaired after being damaged, and whether he could decipher Oni-Gin's whereabouts. If he didn't act now, he might miss his only chance to rescue Oni-Gin.
But once he entered, he knew very well what that meant. And he also knew perfectly well who was waiting for him on the other side.
Zhen Su did not hesitate for a moment. Just like when he first ascended to immortality, he resolutely reduced his cultivation by half to descend to the Immortal Realm to save people in order to keep his promise to his disciple.
At this moment, Shinju nodded emphatically to the King of Poison, his golden eyes filled with resolute determination.
The King of Poison stared at him for a moment, then turned his gaze to the jailers, some spitting angrily, others hanging high above them. He then grabbed Shinju's hand and together they leaped into the massive magic array.
Before leaving, the Poison King ordered the jailers, "Destroy this formation!"
The dark storm had not yet subsided when the jailers were greatly surprised by their jump. After exchanging glances and hesitating for a moment, they finally obeyed the order and unleashed various attacks on the magic array.
On the other side of the magic array, a dark storm swirled and rose, drawing all the souls in a daze to the side of the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord. Two incomparably handsome and tall figures stood in the center of the storm, thus revealing themselves.
At this point, those on the Execution Platform were either dead or had fled. Those who could maintain their dignity under the pressure were all the best of the best, but even they were few and far between.
Thus, the fact that Shinju and the King of Poison appeared so gracefully and arrogantly, without any sign of being disheveled, immediately drew everyone's attention.
Then……
A crack suddenly appeared on the proud and smug face of the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord.
Song Wei stared in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost, and stammered, "J-J-..."
Duan Wenyang also turned to the side, and his hand, which was calmly wiping the blood that was covering his eyes, suddenly trembled violently.
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Author's note: I feel like I can finish this in ten chapters.
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