My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

However, that location is deep within the Wild Boar Forest, with complex terrain and natural mazes.

Even with signs to guide you, it would still take a considerable amount of time to get there by regular travel.

"Senior Ye, the evil cultivator's lair seems to be located very deep inside, and it's concealed by an array. It might take some time to get there, and what if the evil cultivator finishes the refining process ahead of schedule..."

Chi Yangzi sensed the mark, his tone tinged with urgency.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng glanced at the direction where the blood shadow had disappeared, then sensed the increasingly intense and eerie fluctuations emanating from it, and gently shook his head.

"In urgent situations, one must act expediently," he said calmly.

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out his left hand and placed it on Chi Yangzi's shoulder.

Chi Yangzi felt an irresistible yet incredibly gentle force enveloping his entire body, and the scene before his eyes suddenly blurred and distorted!

It's not a visual residual caused by high-speed movement, but rather the space itself being stretched, folded, and then instantly restored in front of your eyes!

The outlines of mountains and forests are like ink wash paintings casually applied by an invisible hand, changing in an instant, yet freezing into a completely new picture in the next moment.

He only had time to feel a very slight yet profound sense of weightlessness and dizziness, and it seemed as if countless tiny ripples of space were brushing past his ears.

Then, everything came to an abrupt end.

The scene before us has completely changed.

It was no longer the woodland outside the mountain valley, but the entrance to a dark cave filled with a strong sense of gloom, with a huge blood-red altar and a pitch-black coffin in the center.

He even saw Wu He's blood-red shadow staggering into the cave, and the image of the withered evil cultivator sitting cross-legged on the coffin inside the cave, frantically activating his magic power.

Shrinking the earth to an inch!

A true example of shrinking the earth to an inch, spanning dozens of miles of mountains and forests!

Chi Yangzi was utterly shocked; this was no longer the short-distance demonstration in the restaurant earlier.

Rather, it is a supreme supernatural power truly used to traverse complex terrain and accurately reach one's destination!

Just how astonishing is Fellow Daoist Ye's cultivation and control over the Dao of Space?

His breathing didn't even appear visibly disordered!

Ye Qingfeng lowered his hand, his expression unchanged, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to have intensified.

He did not rush in immediately, but stood quietly in the shadows of the entrance with Chi Yangzi, like two observers from the underworld.

Watching Wu He rush in to deliver the message, watching the withered evil cultivator fly into a rage, watching Wu He be mercilessly devoured by him, turning into the last wisp of "resources" for the sacrificial process.

Throughout the entire process, Ye Qingfeng's eyes remained completely still, as if he were watching a preordained drama.

Chi Yangzi clenched his fists, gaining a deeper understanding of the ruthlessness of that evil cultivator.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng was not surprised to be discovered by the withered evil cultivator.

He simply stared indifferently at the other person's face, which was contorted with shock, anger, and the forced activation of the secret technique.

Looking at the pitch-black coffin beneath him, radiating an eerie light and trembling incessantly.

The withered, evil cultivator felt a frantic alarm bell ringing in his heart. Not only had a powerful enemy arrived, but it seemed that he had witnessed the entire process!

With the Corpse King about to fully awaken, this is his only chance to turn the tide and even defeat the enemy!

He suppressed his fear, forced a stiff and venomous smile onto his face, and hissed as he tried to buy himself even a moment's time.

"You two... fellow Daoists... why have you trespassed into my cave? Perhaps we can discuss this matter..."

The word "quantity" has not yet been uttered!

Ye Qingfeng had already made his move.

He wasn't even interested in listening to the other person finish speaking.

As my gaze swept across the underground pit, I noticed that in one corner of this general's tomb burial pit, there were many rusted weapons and armor scattered around.

Among them were several broken swords and halberds, though rusted, still revealing their ancient and simple design, and faintly retaining a trace of battlefield aura.

Ye Qingfeng pointed his fingers like a sword and aimed at the nearest broken bronze sword that was stuck in the shattered armor. He then pointed at it in mid-air!

"Clang!"

A clear and resonant sword cry, seemingly emanating from across time, suddenly burst forth from the broken sword that had been silent for countless years!

The sword trembled violently, and the rust peeled away inch by inch, revealing the dark bronze luster beneath!

A fierce, resolute, and indomitable aura of battle, though broken, surged into the sky!

The broken sword rose at the fingertips, transforming into a sharp and resolute bronze light, ignoring spatial distance.

Before the withered evil cultivator could even make any effective defense or dodge, the blade pierced through his brow in an instant!

"puff!"

A soft sound.

The expression on the withered, evil cultivator's face was forever frozen in a mixture of horror, resentment, and disbelief.

The evil magic that was running wildly within him suddenly stopped, and the surging yin energy around him dissipated like a punctured balloon.

His eyes, bloodshot from the frenzied refining, quickly dimmed.

His body swayed and slid helplessly off the violently shaking, pitch-black coffin.

With a "thud," he collapsed onto the cold ground, a red mark between his eyebrows slowly expanding, and he breathed his last.

As everyone knows, villains always die from talking too much. Although Ye Qingfeng doesn't consider himself a villain, he absolutely won't allow any accidents to happen.

This woodcutter, an evil cultivator, strayed into the evil path due to a "fate to immortality," single-handedly created months of nightmares in Black Mountain Town, and painstakingly refined the Corpse King.

He died so decisively just before the "success" he had dreamed of, by an ancient broken sword that was buried with him.

Chi Yangzi opened his mouth, once again shocked by Ye Qingfeng's decisive, precise, and ruthless attack.

He didn't even give the other person a chance to finish a sentence!

However, a sudden change occurred!

The pitch-black coffin, now free from the spellcaster's control, did not stop shaking; instead, it shook even more violently!

The dark gold-red beam of light that had been shooting out from the gap in the coffin lid suddenly retracted, and then the coffin lid was violently blasted open from the inside by an overwhelming force!

A large hand covered in dark gold keratin, with long, black nails, and surrounded by intense corpse energy and blood-red evil light, suddenly stretched out from the coffin.

He grabbed the ankle of the withered, evil cultivator's corpse lying beside the coffin, which was not yet completely cooled!

Then, under Ye Qingfeng's calm gaze and Chi Yangzi's astonished look, the large hand suddenly dragged the evil cultivator's corpse into the coffin!

"Gurgle... Crack..."

A tooth-grinding sound of chewing and bones cracking, accompanied by a more powerful, complete, and even eerie and agile terrifying aura, emanated from inside the coffin!

At the last moment, the general, the Corpse King, actually devoured the "master" who had refined it.

Using its flesh, blood, and soul as the final fuel, it completed the final step of the sacrificial process on its own!

Inside the coffin, a dark golden light began to beat rhythmically like a heart, each beat causing the entire underground cave to tremble.

A terrifying pressure, far deeper and more dangerous than before, seemed to combine the battlefield aura of the ancient general with the sinister techniques of evil cultivators.

Like a volcano awakening, it slowly spreads out...

Ye Qingfeng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.