C732 Death Is Not a Pity!

Beneath a dimming sky, a vivid red sedan chair soared through the air. Trailing behind it was a stream of dark green Soul Flame, resembling a gently flowing river of ink. Inside the sedan, Mo Yan and Cuion's argument was relentless.

"Cuion, I'm surprised at how feeble you are! Such a coward! White Bone is wounded, and you won't even engage in battle. It's no wonder you're at the very bottom of the Spectres' ranks!"

"Prince Mo Yan! Have you decided to fight Yu Yuan to the death? Don't think you can play king in the Land of Terror just because you have the Devil Palace backing you. In this realm where Yin beings gather, the Devil Palace may be given respect, but it's not guaranteed!"

"Haha, to think a lowly Spectre like you would dare to speak to me in such a manner!"

"I've spoken my mind; what are you going to do about it?"

Mo Yan, frustrated by the damage to his Shadowblade, took out his anger on Cuion, who had not only failed in her mission but also faced the loss of her forces and territory. Understandably, she was far from pleased.

The two, a man and a ghost, bickered incessantly. White Bone, following close behind, seemed unperturbed, his green eyes occasionally glinting with intelligence, as if he were biding his time.

Moments later, a sudden crack and a thunderous boom echoed through the air. The small hill the red sedan had just passed was split open by a deafening thunderclap and fierce lightning.

The hill, now a pale gray, was quickly enveloped in a web of lightning. Thunderballs, shimmering like celestial pools, hurtled toward the red sedan.

"Ah!" Inside the sedan, Cuion sensed the disturbance below and screamed in terror.

Mo Yan's Lunar Spirit swiftly retreated into the Shadowblade, using the blade to make a desperate escape from the sedan. White Bone, however, turned a blind eye, and the hidden forces in the shadows refrained from pursuing Mo Yan.

As the sole heir of the Devil Palace's second-in-command, there were few in the Everlands bold enough to strike at Mo Yan without fear of the repercussions.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! The relentless lightning lashed at the resplendent red sedan like whips in the hands of thunder gods, while the icy thunderballs slipped inside with a smooth, spinning motion.

The mournful howls and cries of Cuion reverberated through the heavens and earth. A stream of dark green soul smoke poured out of the sedan, flowing like water. White Bone arrived silently, his skeletal form as pure and white as jade, radiating a dazzling, sacred light. Remarkably, he was unfazed by the surrounding lightning, opening his mouth wide to inhale the dark green soul smoke.

The green glow in White Bone's eyes began to sparkle with a divine, otherworldly light. The dense lightning quietly infused itself into the grayish-white hillside. Soon after, Ann Ziqing emerged, donning purple divine armor, with a white fox trailing behind her, both wearing cheerful expressions.

Ann Ziqing, holding the Glacial Storm Seal, bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Lord White Bone."

"Greetings, Lord White Bone!" The white fox quickly chimed in.

With a whoosh, White Bone, having captured Cuion's residual soul, nodded slightly and addressed the white fox, "Send my regards to Master Razses."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!" the white fox replied eagerly. "Congratulations, Lord White Bone! By devouring Cuion's remnant soul, your power has ascended yet another level. The might of the Sacred Writ of the Skeleton has also been enhanced! Given the dense Yin Qi in this realm, your ascension to the Ghost King's throne is highly probable!"

Ann Ziqing added her congratulations, "Congratulations!"

"There's no need for such formalities," White Bone replied.

Once the last wisp of dark green soul smoke had vanished from the vibrant red sedan, White Bone reached out, and the radiant stones in the void, resembling celestial bodies, transformed into pebbles and fell into his palm.

White Bone stepped forward, alighting upon the sedan, and declared, "Goddess, Yu Yuan remains unscathed."

"Lord White Bone, would you kindly escort me there?" Ann Ziqing requested.

"Certainly."

As White Bone took his seat, the sedan underwent a subtle transformation. The vivid red hue gave way to a serene white.

The fire of wisdom in White Bone's eyes blazed intensely, indicating that Cuion's spirit and remaining soul had been silently assimilated.

Ann Ziqing marveled, "What a formidable being." As she retracted the Glacial Storm Seal, she took an extra moment to observe that the lightning it had released, when striking White Bone, caused him no discomfort whatsoever.

"Could this White Bone truly be a spectre? The Glacial Storm Seal's lightning and thunder should be the bane of all ghostly beings, shouldn't they?"

She just couldn't make sense of it.

...

Yu Yuan watched as numerous Banes formed an array, dragging some of Cuion's subordinates into their midst.

The ghosts under Jiang Xingwen's command, heeding her advice, would steer clear whenever they saw the Bane's formation approaching, leaving their severely injured comrades to be refined by the Crucible of Evil.

Jiang Xingwen, aware of the origins of Yu Yuan's sword sheath, was particularly attentive to him.

"Sword light, converge!"

While standing inside the crucible, Yu Yuan focused his thoughts. He channeled the spiritual energy from his lower elixir field, the refined vitality filled with the breath of life from his middle elixir field, and strands of spiritual sense, all merging and infusing into his arm bone.

The combined forces caused the sword scar on the arm bone to slowly turn a deep crimson.

However, the rebirth of the crimson sword force was incredibly draining. After just a few strands, Yu Yuan felt overwhelmed, dizzy and lightheaded.

"I'm still too weak."

After a short time, Yu Yuan reluctantly ceased his efforts, planning to dedicate time to cultivation after the battle to replenish his depleted sword force and hopefully achieve a breakthrough.

As he swung his sword, the barrier that had confined his realm seemed mysteriously penetrated.

He was confident that once he returned to Shadow Mountain for further cultivation, with the three souls of heaven, earth, and man brimming within his spiritual sense and nourished by Yin Qi, he would effortlessly advance into the late period of Subtlety!

This thought greatly lifted his spirits.

"Deacon Ma, haha!"

From a distance, Yu Yuan spotted Ma Jianjiang, Faang Yingzi, and Lin Yue, the three Chamber of Commerce visitors, peeking out again. He couldn't help but call out, "I'd prefer to keep my private meeting with Yuanyuan just between us, so..."

His gaze fell on Faang Yingzi and Lin Yue with a hint of displeasure.

The two Lunar Spirits swiftly retreated back into the Cloud Cruiser.

After mooring for an extended period, the Cloud Cruiser suddenly veered off, heading toward a different destination. Regrettably, it came to an abrupt halt shortly after taking flight.

White Bone had returned, seated majestically in a pure white sedan chair, casting a cold gaze at the Cloud Cruiser. "You haven't yet discarded the item you brought for me. Where are you hurrying off to?"

Behind the white sedan chair, a purple divine armor materialized, enveloping Ann Ziqing's Lunar Spirit.

Lin Yue caught sight of it and, feeling a wave of relief, joyfully exclaimed, "Could it be Ann Ziqing, the Goddess of the Colddeath? Miss Ann?"

"It's me," Ann Ziqing said with a gentle smile.

Her presence immediately cast a shadow over Yu Yuan's previously good spirits, darkening his mood.

Yuan Lianyao, who had been conversing with Su Yan's master beside Jiang Xingwen, also frowned upon recognizing Ann Ziqing within the divine armor. Both she and Yu Yuan had suffered at Ann's hands and were well aware of her malicious nature.

"Miss Ann, Yu Yuan is a traitor to the Everlands, and Yuan Lianyao has allied herself with him. They should both be..." Faang Yingzi ranted, pointing fingers at Yu Yuan and Yuan Lianyao, hoping Ann Ziqing would lend her support and ensure justice was served.

"Oh, I'm aware," Ann Ziqing responded coolly.

"What then?" Faang Yingzi pressed, eager for a response.

"And what of it?" Ann Ziqing replied, visibly annoyed. "I've come to the Land of Terror to refine my Lunar Spirit, not to purge traitors for the Everlands. Besides, the Skyreach Consortium has never meddled in the affairs of this realm. What exactly are you two trying to achieve?"

Lin Yue and Faang Yingzi were taken aback.

"Such an annoyance. Just go to hell," Yu Yuan thought irritably.

The Soul Shatter array, which had been relentlessly consuming soul spirits, suddenly hurtled towards Lin Yue and Faang Yingzi. Under Yu Yuan's command, the array sought to eradicate the two representatives from the Consortium.

White Bone, Ann Ziqing, and Jiang Xingwen paid them no heed, not bothering to offer a single word of persuasion.

"Lord White Bone?" Jiang Xingwen interrupted her conversation with Yuan Lianyao and looked at White Bone with earnest concern. "Cuion?"

"Dead," White Bone stated dispassionately.

Jiang Xingwen's face lit up with excitement. "Lord White Bone, I hope you'll overlook the minor disturbances we caused in your territory. I truly hope that we can support each other in the future. I promise not to encroach on your lands or wage war against you."

White Bone asked, "Are you considering practicing necromancy?"

"I'm undecided," Jiang Xingwen replied, shaking her head and showing a hint of uncertainty for the first time. "With the River of Souls in my possession, if I were to practice necromancy, I could potentially ascend to Ghost King status within the Land of Terror. But if I leave, given the potential of my corporeal body, reaching the Solar Spirit would be my ceiling."

She let out a soft sigh.

"Yu Yuan, are you truly intent on killing them?" Yuan Lianyao asked softly at that moment.

"If they dare to wage war against me, their deaths are justified."

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