C1151 Turning Around and Slashing

Mo Yan ultimately couldn't bring himself to speak up.

The King of Wraiths, the last to leave, cast a meaningful glance at Mo Yan before stepping into the resplendent corridor. That look was so intense that Mo Yan couldn't meet his eyes and hung his head in embarrassment.

He was well aware that the King of Wraiths' advice against following him was for his own good. Yet, deep down, Mo Yan sensed that the King of Wraiths might still harbor a sliver of hope.

Hope that he would bravely venture into the forbidden area of the Blood Fiend elder and engage in a perilous battle to the death.

But the moment Mo Yan witnessed the fearsome might of the Dragon Slaying Stage wielded by Yu Yuan, a seed of fear took root in his heart.

He lost all confidence in Yu Yuan, and even the courage to face him evaporated.

He decided to stay behind, to avoid the dangers of the Blood Fiend's forbidden area, fearing a stealthy assassination by Yu Yuan.

Mo Yan was acutely aware of Yu Yuan's vindictive nature and knew that his past actions in the Sundering Isles, the Land of Terror, and numerous other places had severely provoked Yu Yuan.

With a tearing sound, the colossal Shadow Husk of Galuo, drained of the vital energy concealed within, seemed on the verge of dissolution amid the chaotic psionic powers of the Star River.

Mo Yan exhaled a sigh, lamenting his terrible luck.

He had gained nothing and, after being engulfed by the Wightspawn, had even seen a portion of his magic power eroded away. Instead of increasing, his combat strength had significantly diminished.

Filled with regret, he knew he needed to leave quickly and inform the other powerhouses of the Devil Palace about the events that had transpired here.

Then, his expression underwent a dramatic shift.

The annihilation of the Shadow Husk, influenced by an odd surge of energy, abruptly ceased.

In the hollow of the Wightspawn's chest, a tiny, rice-grain-sized point of dazzling light began to grow.

After a few moments, the speck of light expanded and reformed into the elongated shape of the Dragon Slaying Stage, as if lodged in the brilliantly lit corridor, keeping the passage wide open.

"Yu Yuan!"

Mo Yan's heart plummeted as Yu Yuan appeared before him, his expression grave and laden with severity.

"Our enmity runs as deep as the ocean. I will not be satisfied until I've slain you and eradicated your presence."

Yu Yuan, having returned, forcefully suppressed the recent vision from his mind, refusing to dwell on it. His consciousness sharpened, focusing intently as he channeled the immense spiritual energy, the essence of flesh, and Soul Power. They melded together, coursing through his arm bone and veins, converging in the sword sheath he held.

The sheath of the Titanblade unleashed a fierce energy that seemed capable of rending the heavens and the earth.

"You've targeted me repeatedly, both overtly and covertly, because I claimed the Crucible of Evil. You've struck at the Yu family in Asvetaesi, wronged Yuan Lianyao, and plotted against me in the Land of Terror."

Scarlet sword light, like an unending surge of arc light, streaked towards Mo Yan from all angles.

Having mastered the intricacies of the Nine Celestial Slashes, Mo Yan could not withstand the onslaught as he deployed the Moonfall Strike once more. The Shadowblade's ability to alter gravity was significantly diminished within the Star River, devoid of solid ground.

In no time, Mo Yan was engulfed by the scarlet sword light.

"Wraithbinding!"

With a subtle shift in his remnant soul, Yu Yuan conjured an image within his Mindscape of Mo Yan's soul entwined by countless soul threads.

Mo Yan's expression turned vacant.

His Solar Spirit acutely felt as though it was submerged in a sea of souls, bound by strands of soul light.

In an instant, his meticulously crafted Solar Spirit Body, along with his soul, was shredded by the scarlet sword light into myriad fragments, which were then ground to dust.

A shower of light cascaded down towards the Dark Nebula below.

Mo Yan's soul was scattered to the winds.

At that moment, his true form in the Everlands plummeted from the realm of the Solar Spirit to that of the Spirit Walk.

Unless his father could employ a heaven-reaching technique to reform his heaven soul, Mo Yan's journey of cultivation would be halted indefinitely.

Without the heaven soul, his spiritual progress and realm would only continue to decline.

"He truly was no match for me."

As Mo Yan's Solar Spirit and soul dissipated into a shower of light, vanishing into the Star River, Yu Yuan felt not triumph but an unusual sense of tranquility.

His journey of cultivation in this life, though fraught with hardships and numerous setbacks, had always been one of steady ascent.

Now, looking back, Mo Yan amounted to little more than a molehill. As he had previously stated, a mere nudge was all it took to flatten that molehill.

Mo Yan was quickly relegated to an afterthought, no longer capable of stirring any emotional ripples within him.

His brows furrowed slightly as he redirected his gaze to the elongated Dragon Slaying Stage, wedged within the resplendent corridor.

To enter or not to enter?

...

In the Otherworld.

The dark red heavens and earth, a vast expanse dotted with enormous lakes and rivers.

These bodies of water were thick with multicolored blood.

The varying hues of the blood indicated that it originated from different life forms...

Crack!

Violent lightning tore through the sky, and a blood-red specter let out a roar as it emerged from one of the massive lakes of blood.

Among the shattered peaks, a Titan stood as imposing as a mountain. This Titan seemed like an ancient deity, its presence awe-inspiring.

Many elders clad in crimson robes knelt around the Titan, each holding a pulsating heart. It appeared they were offering sacrifices, channeling the purest vital energy into the Titan's chest cavity.

In an open space within the chest, a bloodstained stone platform floated, and upon it stood a group of individuals.

Chen Qinghuang, Tan Junshan, the King of Wraiths, Yu Zhu, the Golden Elephant God, Yu Yiyi, and numerous visitors from the Devil Palace and Shadow's Keep gazed solemnly at the dark red expanse of the Otherworld.

Beneath their feet, the bloodstained earth concealed psionic powers.

A greyish-white groove was faintly visible, with the Dragon Slaying Stage within sight. Although visible to the naked eye, it felt as though layers of space separated them.

They emerged one by one from the greyish-white groove.

Yu Yuan was the first to arrive, but as the King of Wraiths emerged last, Yu Yuan seized the moment of the King's astonishment to zip back into the groove.

In an instant, Yu Yuan returned to the starry realm where the Shadow Husk resided.

Yu Zhu, attempting to depart with Yu Yuan, found herself thwarted by a barrier of blood light, unable to approach the Dragon Slaying Stage that seemed tantalizingly within reach.

"The ancestral land of the Blood Fiend," Tan Junshan said with a bitter taste in his mouth. "I never imagined the third forbidden area would be right here. This is going to be quite the challenge."

"It's actually this place."

The Golden Elephant God surveyed his surroundings, his face as somber as still waters, and let out a heavy sigh.

With just a glance, he could tell that Blood Fiend members surrounded them—in the blood-red lakes, along the rivers, throughout the mountains, and even hidden deep within the earth.

There were up to seven ninth-level Blood Fiend elders, and at least two of them boasted lifespans of over ten thousand years.

These millennia-old Blood Fiend elders, with their ninth-level bloodlines, were formidable opponents who could match him in strength.

The number of eighth and seventh-level Blood Fiend clansmen was innumerable; they had indeed stumbled into the heart of the Blood Fiend's lair.

"Yu Yuan sure knows how to make a quick getaway," Tan Junshan remarked with a hint of irritation. "He fled without so much as a warning."

He then turned to Yu Zhu and the Crucible of Evil, his frustration evident. "The least he could have done was take you and this soon-to-be Divine Artifact with him."

"Escape?" A ruthless gleam shot through Yu Zhu's emerald eyes. "He wouldn't do that!"

"He wouldn't?" Tan Junshan's lips curled skeptically. "I'm aware he's going back to deal with that little scoundrel Mo Yan, but he saw this predicament firsthand. I suspect he also noticed... that individual."

Tan Junshan inhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on the hollow chest cavity of the Titan where a solitary figure hovered.

It was the youthful Grec, exuding a fierce righteousness and a smile that shone with unbridled warmth.

The resurrection ceremony had clearly been a success, and Grec had been revived.

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