Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

After a dizzying spin, Wang Hong coughed a few times before finally opening his eyes.

It was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Unlike before, this time it didn't feel like spatial teleportation, but rather like the earth cracking open and him falling through it!

Severe pain shot through his body, and Wang Hong looked utterly dejected.

Where did you make me come from again?!

He reached out his hand, but touched a wall. At that moment, he suddenly realized: this must be the fourth floor of the Lu family ancestral hall!

He must have rolled right up to the wall after he fell! But how did he get here? Just because he kicked one of the Lu family's ancestors?

[Holy Sword, stop playing dead, where are we?]

The holy sword emitted a faint, shimmering white light, illuminating the darkness around Wang Hong and just enough to light up a three-foot radius around him.

A giant nine-tailed fox statue lay prostrate on the ground—no, it wasn't a statue!

[Environmental scan: Detected a super-high-level being...]

[WARNING: All functions have been immediately suspended; the Holy Sword has entered a silent state.]

The light of the holy sword suddenly went out.

Wang Hong had no interest in listening to what the Holy Sword was saying, nor did he care about what was wrong with it.

The enormous creature was entirely black, with strange, white-gold thread-like patterns covering its entire body. Its nine fox tails stretched out on the ground, like rocks eroded by time, without any luster, and not a single fox hair moved.

A picture even appeared in Wang Hong's mind: the black hole-like fox tail emitted a dazzling silver light, shining like moonlight.

It exuded no aura whatsoever, so lifeless that it seemed as if it had never existed, with only a faint trace of primordial energy emanating from it.

If Wang Hong hadn't been so close and hadn't sensed the Holy Sword, he would have simply mistaken it for a lifelike stone sculpture.

A terrifying thought arose in my mind.

Damn it, could this be the third-generation Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox?!

Wang Hong's mind raced, and he ordered the Holy Sword to scan him, but the Holy Sword did not respond.

Hmph! Since we're already here! If the other party was hostile, he would be dead long ago. If he's not hostile, what's wrong with me checking things out?

Wang Hong respectfully said, "This spirit fox ancestor, I am Lu Huaiyuan's preacher! Wang Hong greets you!"

After a while, nothing happened.

Wang Hong's CPU was running at high speed. He placed his left hand directly on one of the tails and ordered, "Holy Sword, scan me!"

[WARNING: Extremely high-level entity exists; scanning is prohibited]

Wang Hong was furious. How dare this damned holy sword disobey the orders of its wielder! He summoned the holy sword with his right hand, ready to smash it like a brick.

[Deep Scan: Racial ****, a shared aura found in the database...]

[Name: Third Generation Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox ***; Race and Bloodline: Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox - Silver Moon Bright Fox]

Cultivation Level: ****

[Status: Deep Hibernation. Perception of the outside world is reduced to a minimum, spiritual energy consumption is almost zero, and the divine sense has ceased thinking.]

[Sensing the presence of a mysterious sealed supernatural power, data is being urgently blocked...]

Although Wang Hong had already guessed, he still stopped breathing when he saw the information about the Holy Sword. It really was the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, a legendary creature of the Spirit Fox clan!

It lay there, slumbering in this dark and secluded palace, for who knows how many years.

As Wang Hong walked, he muttered to himself: Just how powerful is the third-generation Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the creator of the Nine Lotus Lanterns? Did it bring me here? But it's in a deep hibernation state, so it shouldn't be it!

That old bastard probably has one foot in his coffin!

Before he knew it, Wang Hong had arrived next to the huge nine-tailed celestial fox head. The huge fox eyes were closed, and although the fur was dull, the subtle curves of the facial features revealed an extremely lively and handsome temperament!

Wang Hong couldn't help but secretly admire him; this old guy is quite handsome! He wondered what his human form looked like...

Upon reaching this point, I suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood.

Wang Hong closed his eyes and walked while carefully sensing the surrounding aura with his holy sword. He finally stopped in front of a hidden door, from which a faint smell of blood could be heard.

"Holy Sword, scan behind the door!"

A flood of information rushed into his mind.

[Bio-scan: Race and Bloodline: Southern Cry Firebird; Cultivation Level: Mid-Foundation Establishment; Age: 54; Combat Power Rating: Mortal]

[Bio-scan: Race and Bloodline: Nether Sea Dragon; Cultivation Level: Mid-Foundation Establishment; Age: 53; Combat Power Rating: Mortal]

[Bio-scan: Race and Bloodline: Azure Dragon of the Ginseng Wood; Cultivation Level: Peak Foundation Establishment; Age: 55; Combat Power Rating: Mortal]

......

Wang Hong was shocked. The information from the Holy Sword almost overwhelmed his mind, containing information about countless Foundation Establishment stage cultivators in their prime! And they were all from legendary divine beast races!

He took a deep breath and reached out to push open the hidden door.

The moment the door opened, a stench of decay, blood, and despair rushed out.

Wang Hong stepped inside, and the scene before him instantly froze him in place.

"Lu Feng, I'll fuck your mother!"

"Wang Chusheng, you son of a bitch!"

"You son of a bitch, Mo Jie, come and kill me if you dare!"

This is a huge stone chamber, the size of several football fields. Dozens of iron cages are embedded in the walls of the chamber, each cage is enormous, pitch black, and covered with dark, malevolent runes.

And inside the iron cage—

Wang Hong's pupils suddenly contracted.

[Bio-scan: Race and Bloodline: Black Xuanming Turtle; Cultivation Level: Late Foundation Establishment; Age: 78; Combat Power Rating: Mortal]

Black Xuanming Turtle.

A giant tortoise, nearly two meters tall, was curled up in its cage, its shell covered in cracks, its limbs pierced by thick chains, the other ends of which were embedded in the wall. Its aura was extremely weak; its cultivation level, which was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, was now even weaker than that of a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

Qiongqi.

A ferocious tiger-like beast with wings sprouting from its ribs lay in its cage. Its wings, which should have been majestic, were now drooping, most of their feathers missing, revealing festering flesh beneath. Its eyes were half-open, its gaze vacant, as if it had lost the will to live.

Southern Firebird.

It was a tall, slender woman with her eyes closed, her clothes tattered, and the feathers on her fiery red wings were dull and lifeless. Every now and then, her body would twitch and she would let out a weak whimper.

Nether Sea Dragon, Azure Dragon of the Ginseng Tree, Golden Armored Qilin, Frosty Ice Phoenix...

Wang Hong looked at them one by one, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly.

During his casual conversation with Lu Qingyuan and the other two, he had already gained a basic understanding of the Four Continents.

These are all legendary mythical beast races! Some of these races are completely unknown, but just hearing their names is enough to imagine their power!

Each and every one of them is a core member of a major power! They are all powerful figures who can shake an entire city with a stomp of their foot!

But now, they are locked in iron cages, their bodies pierced by chains, their cultivation suppressed by restrictions, and repeatedly tortured until they are on the verge of death.

Some were covered in wounds, some had lost most of their scales, and some couldn't even open their eyes, only able to lie there, proving they were still alive with their weak breaths...

"What...what's going on..." Wang Hong muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

He strode to the nearest iron cage, inside which was a ginseng-wood azure dragon. Sensing someone approach, the dragon trembled slightly, but didn't open its eyes, only letting out a low whimper: "Again...again, are they going to extract my spirit...please...let me rest for a day...just one day..."