That day was the ninth day after Song Tingwan and her sister entered the forbidden area.
Shen Zhuochuan was giving instructions to his subordinates at the top of Yunque in the house, while Wan Qiji, covered in demonic energy, was wielding his sword in the courtyard. Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi were each refining pills and weapons in their respective rooms.
The Cloud Village people were busy with their own tasks, while some visitors strolled and wandered along the Cloud Village stone-paved streets.
It was a peaceful and idyllic time, but then a sudden and unexpected change occurred.
Strange fire descended from the sky, destroying houses and burning mountains.
The group cautiously left the house, only to see Zewu soaring high above them, overlooking a cloud-shrouded area.
He burst into laughter, and with a wave of his hand, the immense power of the Star Abyss swept through the palaces and pavilions.
The building collapsed, but no one was injured.
At that time, Zewu was no longer the same as Zewu. In his star-like pupils, black occasionally flashed by.
Yet those star-like eyes remained, as if their consciousness had been possessed by something else.
"This world is quite interesting."
The man who resembled Zewu only said one sentence, and in the blink of an eye, all the living beings in his field of vision entered the evil realm.
At first, it was a world of black fog, and you couldn't see anyone when you opened your eyes.
But as more and more people from the Six Realms were thrown into the Evil Realm, the black mist was absorbed, and slowly the mist dissipated.
However, many people are brainwashed by evil thoughts, and when they speak ill of others, they resort to violence.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan smiled slightly, thinking that the fake divine pill could just dispel the turbid qi.
As they talked, they took Song Tingwan for a walk around the camp.
Just as Song Tingwan finished administering pills to the Tribulation Transcending cultivators who had exhausted their spiritual energy, an overwhelming killing intent suddenly pierced through the air, aiming directly at Song Tingwan's vital point.
But even faster than the killing move were Song Siyao and Shen Zhuochuan.
The spear and sword fiercely countered the killing move, and a patriarch from a prominent family, whom Song Tingwan had just replenished with spiritual energy, was sent flying.
Clearly, he was the one who did it.
Song Tingwan paused slightly at the tip of her finger.
Just now, this senior thanked her gratefully.
This happened in the short time I turned around.
"Oh no, even Old Hu has been affected."
Yan Shanjun and the others' expressions changed, and they all stepped forward to hold down Old Hu and tie him up.
"They are chosen ones, I want to ascend—"
"I want to ascend..."
Song Tingwan sighed, squatted down in front of the senior, and turned the eighth-grade Qing Shen Pill into a mist that landed on him.
Instantly, Elder Hu's expression changed.
I closed my eyes in pain.
“This evil thought is truly terrifying. Now that I have been influenced, I must not loosen this rope.”
Since entering the evil realm, Old Hu has worked tirelessly. While others can still retain some spiritual energy to protect themselves, Old Hu almost always exhausts his spiritual energy to knock people unconscious, hoping to minimize casualties.
Everyone looked reluctant to let it go.
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you for a little while. This time when I came in, I refined a pseudo-divine pill to dispel the turbid energy, but I'm not sure about the situation in the evil realm, so I don't dare to use it rashly. I'll use the pill after I'm sure that this dampness won't come back."
Having said that, she disregarded what the others thought and hurriedly followed A Yao and Shen Zhuochuan towards A Ji and the others.
Ayao told her that Aji's condition was not good, and that her apprentice and Yuanyuan were also greatly affected, often falling into a deep sleep.
On the black dragon's head, demonic energy completely enveloped Wan Qiji. Occasionally, dense, damp, and gloomy energy would appear within the pure black demonic energy, entwining and penetrating everything.
When Song Tingwan arrived, she could feel the solidified aura surrounding Wan Qiji surge slightly.
But the evil thoughts were clearly surging even more excitedly.
Song Tingwan and the other two frowned. She waved her hand and released a cloud of elixir mist, which suppressed the surging evil thoughts to some extent. The evil thoughts flew out from Wan Qiji's demonic energy and floated around the dragons and the three of them, hesitating.
It's like choosing the targets for malicious invasion.
Song Siyao snorted and used his spiritual energy to trap those few evil thoughts.
"Can't we put it out?"
Song Tingwan looked curiously at the few wisps of evil thoughts, while Song Siyao and Shen Zhuochuan both frowned.
"What about Ayao's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique? Can it be effective against evil thoughts?"
The soft words gave Song Siyao a sudden inspiration.
They drew their swords, and the gleaming sword intent dazzled their eyes.
Then the girl gathered her sword energy and swung her sword—
The evil intent within the spiritual energy was abruptly repelled, struggling for a moment before dissipating into the air.
Song Siyao sheathed her sword in surprise, "It actually worked?"
She didn't see any enemies after she came in, and everyone chanted the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to prevent them from entering her body.
They usually maintain order, and those who get into fights are slapped unconscious by the officers.
Song Siyao and the others used spiritual energy to protect themselves almost all the time. As soon as they had enough spiritual energy, they would go on patrol to find any survivors who hadn't fainted and then fill in the gaps.
So busy I barely have time to breathe.
After Song Tingwan arrived, they felt inexplicably at ease and were finally able to focus on finding a way to break the deadlock.
"That's great, Sect Leader Yan and the others will be overjoyed when they find out." Shen Zhuochuan also breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't mention that he had occasionally had some irritating and malicious thoughts in his mind these past few days, but he could still control them for the time being.
Wanqiji also snapped out of his meditation. "Luckily, Wan'er came."
The longer one dwells on evil thoughts, the more the ridicule and mockery from childhood family members of the same age seem to prick at one's mind like thorns.
He watched coldly like an outsider, but his heart still ached.
He could only close his eyes and think of A Yao, Wan'er, and his companions beside him.
He has never experienced much family affection in his life.
It was his friends who pulled him out of his confusion and into the lively atmosphere of friendship.
Later, she met her grandfather and accepted the demon world.
His maternal grandfather doted on him.
People often come to visit him, and he finally understands what it feels like to have family members who care about you.
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