Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Yang Lin stared blankly at the woman in red who had suddenly appeared.

He had never seen them before, nor did they look at each other, and he was somewhat at a loss.

She was slender, with a cold expression and eyes that seemed to hold frost, making it difficult for anyone to look directly at her.

Her skin was extremely fair, which made her red dress and the red mark at the corner of her eye appear even more radiant and dazzling.

Yang Lin was not unfamiliar with beautiful women.

But such a face and such a temperament are a first for me.

At first glance, she appears to be a celestial being from the heavens, but with just one more look, one can sense the chilling aura emanating from within her.

Because that wasn't celestial energy, but rather the chilling aura of the underworld.

The evil spirits were clearly terrified of her, and in an instant, they vanished into the cave.

Yu Lang collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Yang Lin was stunned for a moment before he remembered to go and check on his condition.

"Yu Lang, how are you? Wake up!"

"He'll wake up in a little while."

The one who responded to him was the woman in red.

After giving a brief instruction, Xia Ximo walked up to Yan Zhengchu and hung the broken jade sword from the ground on his waist.

She reached out and gently covered his completely stiff hand.

A moment later, a thin layer of frost completely enveloped Yan Zhengchu's body.

After doing all this, Xia Ximo turned back to look at the stone wall, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.

Yang Lin blurted out, "Young Master Ren... he just disappeared into this stone wall..."

"Um."

Xia Ximo simply responded without saying anything more, and then disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash.

……

After Ren Fengjue was sucked into the stone wall, he fell into a void.

That feeling was familiar, just like the illusion in the Snow Shadow Realm back then.

Endless darkness, with no end in sight.

He gripped his longsword tightly and tentatively asked into the darkness, "Chong Li, how long are you going to keep hiding?"

There was no response from the surroundings, but at the end, a new light source appeared.

A faint, noisy sound was coming from the source of the light.

Ren Fengjue hesitated for a moment, but still walked in that direction.

Before long, the noise became clearer, as if a group of people were shouting for their lives.

"Run! Run! The she-devil is attacking!"

The sound suddenly became clear, and there were also figures.

Ren Fengjue stopped in his tracks.

Then, he saw the sacred mountain from a hundred years ago, the panicked crowd, and a desolate moonlight.

Those pavilions and towers were exactly the same as the Spirit Sword Sect in Bai Jue's memory.

The immersive experience made Ren Fengjue feel somewhat dazed, and his fingers gripping the sword hilt involuntarily curled up.

The crowd couldn't see him; they rushed toward him, passing right through his body.

Clearly, this is just an illusion.

Then, Ren Fengjue saw a red figure.

She knelt in the square, and there seemed to be someone lying in front of her. Although she couldn't see clearly, her heart tightened.

Ink Bone…

He couldn't help but take a few steps toward her, and her face became clear in the moonlight.

And the people on the ground...

That face was exactly the same as Yan Zhengchu's.

The thought of Yan Zhengchu outside the illusion, whose fate was likely sealed, sent another shock through his heart.

At this moment, "Mogu," who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised her head and looked at him coldly. A wisp of black energy emanated from her blurry pupils.

When Ren Fengjue realized something was wrong, it was as if a layer of black fog had covered his vision.

He immediately swung his sword, and the surrounding illusions vanished.

Only then did the voice of the "Three Holy Sons" sound in his ear: "Ren Fengjue, do you like this illusion?"

"This can be considered as making up for your regret of not being able to make it to Mount Ling back then, right?"

"However, even if you were given another chance, you still couldn't save Mo Gu, nor could you save the entire Spirit Mountain..."

Ren Fengjue's vision was still blurry, but he knew that the "Three Holy Sons" had used a dirty trick to temporarily blind him.

At this point, they also made their moves.

Three streams of black energy, like venomous snakes, swept through the void, trapping him within.

The jade sword in Ren Fengjue's hand emitted a soft hum, immediately forming a pillar of light to protect him.

With the jade sword present, the three black energies were unable to succeed for the time being and could only forcefully strike the pillar of light.

They were arguing in my ear: "That idiot Chong Li, if he had acted sooner, none of this would have happened!"

"Don't you know what he's thinking? He's spent his whole life trying to surpass Mo Gu. Everything he's done is just to prove himself to her!"

"Foolish thing, we should have abandoned him long ago and rebuilt our physical bodies!"

As they argued, the force of their impact increased, and the sounds became increasingly sharp and piercing.

Ren Fengjue's head began to buzz.

He seemed to understand something from this—Chongli's three souls had not only separated from his body, but seemed to have betrayed him as well.

How can the three souls of a single person develop independent consciousness?

The impact and devouring power of the black energy grew stronger and stronger, and the jade sword began to tremble, clearly on the verge of being unable to protect him.

Ren Fengjue simply closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and tried to identify objects by sound.

As expected of a spiritual object, the jade sword, sensing his intentions, emitted a few soft chimes, as if responding to him.

Immediately afterwards, the jade sword shone brightly, moving like a dragon through the black mist with incredible agility and devastating power.

The black energy couldn't withstand the sword energy and could only dissipate.

Ren Fengjue kept his eyes closed, but then he felt his feet tremble, as if the ground was about to crack open.

The next second, it felt like he stepped into thin air and began to fall rapidly.

The fall came too suddenly; he couldn't find a foothold and could only grip the jade sword tightly, waiting for the moment of his fall.

Unexpectedly, he seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and after a long while, he still hadn't landed.

Ren Fengjue had no choice but to open his eyes, only to find that countless ghostly hands were dragging him down, almost drowning him.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his collar from above and pulled him up from the middle.

When Ren Fengjue realized what was happening, there was already a figure in front of him.

Before the black mist in front of him had dissipated, someone suddenly hugged him…

The familiar scent sent a jolt through him, and for a moment, he felt even more joy than if he had escaped danger himself…

"ink…"

"It's good that you're alive."

She said something, her tone still very light, but it weighed a ton on his heart.

This is exactly what he wanted to say—it's good to be alive.

The "Three Holy Sons" hidden in the shadows seemed to panic when they saw that Xia Ximo, who was even more troublesome, had arrived.

But more than anything, it felt unbelievable.

"Wasn't your soul power already sealed?"

"Is that even possible?"

Even if the three souls are not sealed temporarily, one cannot use soul power after being pierced by the Three Soul Nails!

How did she manage to do that?

Xia Ximo slowly released his grip, at the same time suppressing his rare tenderness.

When he turned his head again, all that remained was murderous intent and ruthlessness.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. A mere Soul Nail is no match for me."

She gently raised her hands, and the seemingly casual movement of her fingers concealed cruel magic.

The "Three Holy Sons" felt the sudden pressure and tried to resist the bone technique.

However, given their overwhelming strength, their counterattacks seemed rather laughable.

Three remnant souls are all she has. Even a complete Chongli might not be her match.

They knew perfectly well that they wanted to abandon their bodies and escape, but the jade sword that came towards them pierced through their souls instantly.

It was the same longsword as a hundred years ago, but this time, they were lucky; they were annihilated before they even felt the pain.