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"Who is the junior?"

Li Hanshan's voice echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his purple-gold divine soul avatar slowly took a step forward. Pure Yang fire burned around him, scorching the black mist that tried to approach.

The demon's face, shrouded in black mist, became completely distorted.

He cultivated for thirteen hundred years, climbing step by step from a minor cultivator to the Nascent Soul realm. He roamed the Central Continent for hundreds of years, and even when besieged, he was able to break through the encirclement and escape into the Endless Sea.

But now, an old man who has cultivated for less than twenty years dares to stand in front of him and say to him in such a condescending tone, "Who is the junior?"

"How dare you call me trash?" The demon's voice was practically squeezed out through clenched teeth, his eerie green eyes burning with unprecedented rage. "Do you know what a Nascent Soul cultivator is? Do you know what it takes to break through to the Nascent Soul stage? I've killed more people in the Central Continent than you've ever seen—"

"You dare to boast about your cultivation built on human lives?"

Li Hanshan interrupted him, his tone calm yet laced with undisguised contempt, "You've cultivated for thirteen hundred years, how many people have you killed? I've seen the Yinming Sect's techniques; every wisp of Yin energy carries a life. With such concentrated Yin energy on you, you must have refined at least a million souls, right?"

Li Hanshan continued, "Can you even call your cultivation level cultivation? You've just squeezed the lives out of others and stuffed them into your own belly. You've filled millions of lives to reach the Nascent Soul stage. What do you call that? That's called stupidity. If you fed millions of lives to a pig, even the pig would become a spirit."

"court death!"

The demon was utterly enraged.

The black mist suddenly expanded, transforming into countless jet-black claws that reached out from all directions to grab at Li Hanshan's divine soul avatar.

At this moment, he poured out his primordial spirit power without reservation. The golden light in his sea of ​​consciousness was forced to retreat step by step, and the pure yang fire also trembled under the impact of the violent yin energy.

Li Hanshan's expression darkened, and his purple-gold divine soul avatar advanced instead of retreating, forming hand seals to draw all the pure yang fire in the entire sea of ​​consciousness toward himself.

The golden flames condensed into a suit of fire armor around him, clashing fiercely with the demon's sinister claws.

boom!

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was trembling violently.

The pure yang fire and the yin energy clashed fiercely in the confined space. Each clash was like a battle between ice and fire, with hissing sounds filling the air. Large amounts of black mist were burned and evaporated, while even more black mist surged out from the depths of the demon's primordial spirit.

The devil is going all out.

He no longer held back any trump cards, and ignited the last reserves in his primordial spirit.

The Yin energy hidden deep within Li Hanshan's primordial spirit surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, transforming into a thick, impenetrable black tide that attempted to completely submerge Li Hanshan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Li Hanshan felt that pressure.

Although the demon's primordial spirit was severely injured twice and he lost his physical body, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator after all, and the explosive power he unleashed after frantically burning his primordial spirit's essence was still terrifying.

Although his pure yang fire can suppress the yin energy, its suppressive effect is greatly reduced in the face of sheer numbers.

The golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness began to be compressed little by little by the black tide, and the burning range of the pure yang fire was constantly shrinking.

"Youngster, you think you can win by simply restraining me?" The demon's voice echoed through the black tide, filled with a desperate madness. "Even if my primordial spirit is destroyed, I will drag you down with me!"

The black tide surged even more violently. Li Hanshan's divine soul avatar was slightly deformed by the pressure, and its purplish-gold light began to flicker violently, like a candle in the wind.

The malevolent energy had already touched the edge of his divine soul, and a cold, stinging sensation came from the depths of his soul, causing his consciousness to begin to blur.

But he didn't back down. He just stood there, a composed smile even playing on his lips.

"Xiao An," he murmured to himself.

The soul banner glowed faintly outside the consciousness.

The next second, a beam of black light pierced through Li Hanshan's brow and surged straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao An's soul appeared in mid-air, its eerie green eyes sweeping over the ravaged sea of ​​consciousness, over the surging black tide, and finally settling on the purple-gold divine soul avatar in the center.

"Senior, I'm late." Her voice was calm.

"Not too late," Li Hanshan smiled. "Perfect timing. Let's devour all this Yin energy, leaving not a single trace."

Xiao An nodded and said no more. She sat cross-legged in the center of her mind, her hands forming a mudra, and the Netherworld Record Technique was activated at full power.

As the surging black tides approached within a few feet of her, they were drawn together by an invisible vortex, frantically converging towards her soul. The Yin energy within her body was rapidly stripped away, purified, and refined, transforming into the purest soul power, which then merged into her soul.

"No—!" the demon cried out, his voice filled with disbelief and rage, "You dare to devour my primordial spirit! You wretched ghost, you dare to—"

"It's so noisy."

Xiao An didn't even lift her eyelids, but her hand seals moved even faster.

The black tide surged into her body at a speed that suddenly doubled, the demon's primordial spirit began to shrink at a visible rate, the concentration of the black mist dropped sharply, and even that withered and distorted face began to become blurred.

The demon struggled with all his might, trying to expel Xiao An from his sea of ​​consciousness, but under the dual suppression of the pure yang fire and the Netherworld Record, he couldn't even be distracted.

His primordial spirit was being devoured bit by bit by Xiao An, like a giant beast being gnawed by a swarm of ants. Although it was huge, it could not stop those small but firm bites.

"I... am not reconciled..." The demon's voice grew weaker and weaker, and the face formed by the black mist finally turned into a sigh of unwillingness before completely dissipating into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The last trace of Yin energy was swallowed by Xiao An.

She sat cross-legged on the spot, the light on the surface of her soul body flickering, her aura surging violently, like a container pushing to its limit. The primordial spirit essence that had been devoured was far too vast, exceeding her current capacity to withstand it; each strand was rampaging through her soul body, trying to find an outlet.

"Senior..." She opened her eyes, a complex emotion flashing in her eerie green pupils, "I'm going to sleep now. This energy... needs time to digest..."

"How long?" Li Hanshan asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a few months, maybe a few years." Xiao An's voice grew softer and softer, and the light on the surface of her soul began to gradually fade, like the receding tide, layer by layer, retreating into her body. She glanced at Li Hanshan one last time, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "When I wake up... I should be able to break through."

As soon as she finished speaking, her soul completely subsided. The black light withdrew from Li Hanshan's sea of ​​consciousness, returned to the soul banner, and disappeared without a trace.

His mind returned to calm.

Li Hanshan's divine incarnation stood still, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.

The pure yang fire slowly receded, and golden light once again filled his entire sea of ​​consciousness. He looked down at his hands—although the purplish-gold light had dimmed considerably, his soul itself was not damaged, only overexerted.

"The origin of the Nascent Soul... Xiao An is truly about to soar to the heavens this time."

He withdrew his consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.