C613 I Am Ming Kun!

As night deepened, within the heart of the Marsh, above the mist, a brilliant orb of light materialized from nothingness.

One by one, the orbs of light emerged, and under Yan Qiling's manipulation, they coalesced into a radiant ring.

This ring, overflowing with light, sent out waves of terror, making the world around it seem like a violently shaken tapestry, the scenes within it distorted and chaotic.

The emergence of the resplendent ring triggered spatial disturbances, causing the earth nearby to undulate as if it were a carpet being lifted.

Every Fellbeast that had not been driven away by the magnate swayed uncontrollably within that range.

It made no difference whether they were grounded or aloft; all were equally affected.

The sky and earth shook in unison, violently impacting everyone present.

From the perspective of an outsider suspended in the sky, the center of the Godsblight Marsh appeared as a realm of dense fog and spinning chaos, as though a great calamity was about to unfold.

Those caught within felt their three souls spin and their vitality in disarray, losing all sense of identity.

The unaffected, like Yu Yuan and Yan Qiling, could only flee through the fog's breach below, standing beneath the clouds of the outside world.

Yan Qiling, who had begun with little faith in his abilities, was invigorated when he saw the marsh itself responding to his spellcasting, his magic arts flowing naturally and shifting with ease.

For the first time, he was using the space magic he had mastered to forge a space tunnel.

Such a construct, a temporary space tunnel within the Everlands meant for passage, was far simpler to create than a permanent teleportation circle.

Once established, a teleportation circle would be unchanging and highly stable.

However, a temporary space tunnel, with fewer constraints, was difficult to construct and fraught with instability and unforeseen risks.

During teleportation, any mishap could result in a catastrophic spatial collapse or a fatal directional error, potentially shattering the tunnel and instantly killing anyone in transit.

Yan Qiling had lacked confidence initially, pushed into action by Yu Yuan, but as he proceeded, feeling the world's harmony with his efforts, he was suddenly filled with excitement.

"Untamed!"

With the cooperation of the land's master, his confidence soared!

He was aware that success would propel his grasp of space magic forward by leaps and bounds.

Such an advancement would be immensely beneficial for his future breakthroughs.

Yan Qiling watched as the dazzling ring of light solidified, and the spatial tremors within began to affect the very fabric of this realm, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

Hua! Hua!

The cool moonlight, drawn to the material of the Evil Statue, cascaded from the full moon in the night sky.

To Yan Qiling, the statue facing him still bore a benign smile, exuding an aura of harmlessness, while its spell brought tranquility to the mind.

Suddenly, the hand on the statue's back seemed to shift ever so slightly.

The wooden statue at the chest cavity vanished in an instant.

Behind it, the menacing statue, radiating an aura of annihilation, revealed the wooden statue within a stone cavity at its chest – its visage twisted and malevolent.

The evil statue's eyes, deep and shadowy, seemed to fixate on something in the distance.

Whoosh!

Yu Yuan, wielding the Crucible of Evil, swiftly changed his position to the back of the statue.

The Crucible of Evil came to rest upon the statue's left shoulder.

Miles away.

The elder from the Binders of Shadows, having departed the Sword Prison, proceeded through the mist with a Guide at his side.

The elder, his skin etched with Ghoul Glyphs, moved with measured steps, the glyphs subtly shifting across his body.

The Ghoul Glyphs transformed from arrays symbolizing fortitude, defense, and soul consolidation to those with unique functions for exploration, organization, and fine-tuning.

In the dead of night, the elder, adorned with these glyphs, emitted a ghostly glow that was chilling to behold.

The Guides from the Binders of Shadows, witnessing the transformation of the glyphs, looked on in reverence.

To adapt the Ghoul Glyphs etched onto one's flesh to the environment was a feat of spellbinding mastery.

The glyphs had to be in perfect harmony with one's vitality, spiritual energy, and remnant soul. Only through delicate adjustments guided by the remnant soul could the trajectory of a Ghoul Glyph be altered, morphing one into another.

Such skill was something the Guides had only observed in the current leader of the Binders of Shadows.

The individual before them, having broken free from the Sword Prison, could manifest the Ghoul Glyph in the most intricate and mystical ways, earning their genuine respect.

"I..."

Suddenly, the elder who had been continuously fine-tuning his Ghoul Glyph seized his own throat.

The Guides from the Binders of Shadows watched in horror as he appeared to lose his sanity, clutching his neck and exerting all his strength.

"Snap!"

The fiend from the Binders of Shadows had actually strangled himself to death.

Whoosh!

A dominant soul and two subsidiary souls, three beams of soul light, burst forth from the brow of the fiend, transforming into the dominant soul, the Lunar Spirit, and the Solar Spirit.

Once separated from the corporeal body, the three souls, stricken with fear, split and fled in different directions.

"Hehe."

A one-eyed elder emerged from the mist ahead, grinning mischievously.

"Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Ming Kun."

One of his eye sockets was empty, as if the eye had been gouged out, while the other eye blazed like a fiery red sun, emitting waves of heat that threatened to dissolve one's very soul.

"Why run?"

The one-eyed elder smirked, his laughter light, as he squinted his crimson eye at the three fleeing souls of the fiend from the Binders of Shadows.

In an instant, the escaping souls seemed to be enveloped by three suns.

The three souls of the Binders of Shadows' adept were infused with specks of sunfire, scorching them with intense flames and distilling the purest Soul Power.

The one-eyed elder inhaled sharply, consuming the Soul Power refined from the burning souls of the fiend.

As the Guides from the Binders of Shadows stood paralyzed with fear, he struck here and there with ease.

The Binders of Shadows' members, who had all attained the Lunar Spirit state, were as fragile as paper. They were either beaten into a pulp or had their souls shattered. Within moments, all lay dead.

Ming Kun, the one-eyed elder, stood amidst the blood-soaked corpses, his eyes closed in contemplation.

The blood on the ground, consumed by the sunfire, transformed into the purest Soul Power and vitality. Like fireflies, it streamed into his body.

Shortly thereafter, he let out a satisfied belch and vanished without a trace.

In the blink of an eye,

The one-eyed elder traversed three hundred miles and materialized abruptly, just a meter away from the Ghoul King.

"Looking for me?"

The Abyssal Leviathan cracked a sinister smile and chuckled. With a swift motion, he reached down from above and gave a fierce tug.

The Ghoul King's body was cleaved in two from head to toe.

As the Ghoul King's body split, his corpse power surged like pale lightning, weaving through his organs without spilling a drop of blood.

The Ghoul King's soul, shrouded in a death aura, hovered in the midst of his bisected form, seemingly dazed and confused.

It appeared the Ghoul King had yet to grasp what had just occurred.

"Hmm, this cultivation technique is quite intriguing."

The cosmic giant beast, known as Ming Kun, peered into the Ghoul King's chest cavity, now enveloped in deathly energy. He extracted a miniature world teeming with graveyards and dense Yin energy, akin to a realm buried with innumerable skeletons. "The middle elixir field's Profound Gate has been transformed into a cemetery, a repository for corpses. It's something I've never encountered before."

While musing, the Abyssal Leviathan reconsidered its approach and pointed a finger at the Ghoul King's drifting soul.

With a sizzle,

Invisible threads, brimming with the mysteries of the soul, were severed one by one.

"From this moment forward, you'll follow me obediently."

The Abyssal Leviathan approached and pressed its hands against the two halves of the Ghoul King's sundered body. With a forceful clap, like closing a clamshell, the Ghoul King's bisected form was made whole once again.

The Ghoul King's expression turned rigid as he sensed his Mindscape, once constricted by unseen ropes, suddenly lighten.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

It was then that a barrage of fierce sword light and sword's will streaked across the sky.

"Compared to the depths of the Embers Sea and the Sundering Isles, the might of this sword light has increased a hundredfold, at least." The Abyssal Leviathan ducked, murmuring, "This is a force I dare not provoke."

In a flash, it had traversed a thousand miles, leaving not even a shadow behind.

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