Buzz—

Although he was confused, the Sword Qi at his fingertips did not stop.

Song Yan’s sword light traced white trajectories through the deep Avici Hell.

Each sword strike could accurately kill the vengeful spirits that lunged at him.

However, it was to no avail.

After those ghostly figures dispersed, more twisted forms would crawl out from the inky blackness on the ground.

They were endless.

"Old Song! These things are unkillable!"

Li Qingfeng shouted, "We have to leave here!"

Leave here.

Song Yan, of course, knew that. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The question was, how to leave?

They were both Qi Refining Realm Cultivators, unable to fly through the air.

Escape talismans had also been tried, but they were ineffective here.

The Hell reflection beneath their feet constantly reached out hands, dragging them downwards... What would happen if they were dragged down?

No one knew.

Li Qingfeng’s current appearance was extremely peculiar; a large black iron pot was inverted on his head, its bottom inscribed with faint golden light, barely resisting the erosion of the surrounding demonic sounds.

At the same time, he wielded a cleaver, chopping down approaching evil spirits.

But perhaps due to using two Spiritual Artifacts simultaneously, Li Qingfeng’s aura was somewhat unstable.

As he continuously swung his cleaver, there was a momentary pause in his spiritual power, precisely when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had yet to form.

The demonic claw extending from the Hell reflection beneath his feet suddenly pulled down, dragging Li Qingfeng’s body.

His legs were almost completely submerged beneath the inky blackness!

"Old Song!"

The crisis of life and death made him extremely panicked.

Hiss.

Several Sword Qi strikes came, circulating around Li Qingfeng, cutting off the hands extending from the inky blackness one by one.

Song Yan seized the opportunity, grabbed his back, and pulled him up, saving him.

"Thank you, thank you."

Li Qingfeng was still shaken; after thanking Old Song, he immediately started cursing, "Damn it..."

"Whoosh—"

The feeling of having just walked away from the gates of Hell truly startled him.

There was no time for them to catch their breath.

The two supported each other, slowly "moving" towards the outside of Shiguping.

Every step was arduous.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, in the distance, Shen Huai of the Profound Origin Sect was struggling with her fellow Cultivator, the male Cultivator named Ji Chuanqiao.

Under the manipulation of the Daoist spell in Shen Huai’s hand, several copper coins flickered with spiritual light.

They even formed a simple spiritual array, hovering beside the two of them.

However, it was clear that the two were also finding it difficult to continue.

The spiritual light on the copper coins was dimming at a visible rate.

Until a certain moment, it suddenly dissipated, returning to Shen Huai’s hand.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream came from behind Shen Huai.

Ji Chuanqiao was simultaneously pounced upon by three vengeful spirits, his protective spiritual attire tearing like thin paper and dissipating.

Countless black hands reached out from the inky blackness, clinging to his legs.

"Senior Sister Shen!"

Ji Chuanqiao was somewhat flustered, quickly calling for help; his legs couldn’t move, so he could only wave his hands, trying to reach Shen Huai.

But Shen Huai raised her cold eyes, glanced at him once, then took a step to the side.

Moving further away from him.

"Senior Sister Shen..."

Ji Chuanqiao’s expression was panicked, and he kept shouting, "Senior Sister Shen!"

"Shen Huai! You wretched woman!"

"How can you stand by and watch me die! You..."

The black hands became more and more numerous, densely packed, submerging him.

And Shen Huai didn’t even turn her head to look back.

She simply walked expressionlessly in the direction away from Shiguping.

Behind her, Ji Chuanqiao’s figure had been completely dragged into the Hell reflection by the black hands.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a skeletal corpse slowly floated up.

The skeleton trembled slightly, scattering with the wind.

Rolling towards the center of Shiguping... the edge of Avici Hell.

Liu Ciming put away the communication talisman in his hand, his expression somewhat gloomy.

Several black figures broke through the air, they were several Foundation Establishment Realm demonic Cultivators, led by Zheng Daming and Fuming from the Yellow Springs Path.

"Senior Brother Liu has excellent methods!"

Zheng Daming’s figure was somewhat plump, and his eyes squinted when he smiled.

He glanced at the White Bone Mountain in the center of Hell: "Killing a Qi Refining Realm Cultivator actually caused such a huge commotion."

"Less of the sarcastic remarks."

Liu Ciming’s face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "It’s been clarified, that hell transformation diagram is a Soul Transformation Cultivator’s ink treasure."

"What?"

Zheng Daming exclaimed, and even Fuming, who had been silent, showed a surprised expression.

"It’s too late to say anything now. That bastard Jin Tianya has already refined his soul into the painting. Now he’s throwing a tantrum and wants to blow things up."

He slightly turned his gaze, looking towards the Six Major Sects in the distance.

The Yellow Springs Path could see them, and they naturally could also see the demonic Cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path.

The sound of breaking air came, and more than ten Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Six Major Sects arrived together.

Elder Fu Xiao, who was leading them, held a jade Ruyi scepter, its spiritual light flickering.

She glared angrily: "Thieves of the Yellow Springs Path! It really was you who caused trouble!"

Liu Ciming had unspeakable difficulties.

However, now was not the time to argue with these so-called Righteous Path Cultivators.

Just as the two sides were at loggerheads, about to engage, a roar came from the direction of the Corpse Bone Abyss.

Demonic shadows flickered, breaking through the air.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

A rough laugh came, and the Demon Ape Hu Rifei, leading a group of demon Cultivators from the Corpse Bone Abyss, also arrived outside Avici Hell.

"Brother Liu, you’ve been so mysterious and secretive these days, I thought you had something truly unspeakable."

Demon Ape Hu Rifei taunted, "How did it turn into this mess?"

He patted Liu Ciming’s shoulder: "Don’t worry, brother."

"We are still allies."

"As long as you are willing to share a piece of the pie with my brothers and sisters from the Corpse Bone Abyss..."

"I, Old Hu, will certainly not let those pretentious people stir up trouble."

Although he was speaking to Liu Ciming, he looked at the Cultivators of the Six Sects beside them.

The Elders of the Six Sects couldn’t help but feel a sinking in their hearts.

If it were only the demonic Cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path, then the more than ten Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators present, by paying some price, would still be able to annihilate them.

But with the addition of the demons from the Corpse Bone Abyss, the situation became very complicated.

The Cultivators of the Six Sects also knew that the two factions, Corpse Bone Abyss and Yellow Springs Path, were not truly united.

However, facing their Six Major Sects, a temporary alliance to resist them was highly probable.

Elder Fu Xiao’s jade Ruyi scepter slightly lowered, and she exchanged a glance with Xu Ziqing.

Xu Ziqing immediately understood.

The three forces immediately formed a delicate balance.

Among the Elders, only Shen Yu remained silent, his eyes flickering.

He had known the whereabouts of this hell transformation diagram early on, which was why he had rushed from the Profound Origin Sect to Changping.

But the current situation also caught him somewhat off guard.

He looked towards the center of Shiguping from afar, only to see mountains of bones piled up beneath the Hell illusion.

Yet, the culprit of all this had not moved an inch from beginning to end.

"Now that the ink treasure is out of control, is the figure on that White Bone Mountain the spirit within the painting?"

If he could refine it, wouldn’t that mean he would possess this treasure?

He subtly glanced at the Elders of the Six Sects beside him, as well as the demons of the Corpse Bone Abyss and the Yellow Springs Path.

In terms of spiritual power Realm, perhaps only the leading demonic Cultivator of the Yellow Springs Path and Elder Fu could contend with him here.

Adding to that, he had a secret treasure for refining spirits in his hand... He no longer hesitated.

Immediately, he stirred the spiritual power around his body and submerged it into the reflection of Avici Hell.

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[Thanks for the last gift. Hope you’ll gift one last castle or an airspace before May ends. And this is it for today’s mass release. There’ll be more mass release tomorrow too.]