Chapter 230: Fateful Confrontations Amid Chaos

Painted Immortal!

Nascent Divine Power – Ink Slaughter!

Obliteration!

A low, ominous murmur, like that of an ancient, reclusive immortal, as a calligraphy brush flicked and let loose four drops of ink.

The four ink marks landed on different parts of Su He Lian’s ten-zhang Divine Essence Golden Body, so dense they seemed unbreakable like dark birthmarks!

Unremovable. Un-dispersible. Un-eradicable!

They looked as if they had been splashed onto the very soul.

An unprecedented terror exploded in Su He Lian’s mind, as if a death-controlling god were brandishing a blood-dripping executioner’s blade at his very soul!

What technique was this?

What kind of divine art is this?!

Su He Lian’s fury was plain, and his scalp prickled!

Even as a Breath Retention Transformation master, at this moment he felt the threat of death looming!

But even in his rampant anger, Su He Lian also sensed an infinite terror enveloping him.

Li Che, wearing the Thunder Dragon Mask, stood rooted in place, his muscles trembling and air around him exploding into a frenzied gale!

This time, Li Che did not retreat!

As if seizing a perfect opportunity!

Ink Slaughter.

Obliteration!

It was as though the very force of the cosmos was being manifested!

As if erasing a name from the scroll of life and death with four splashes of thick ink!

Crack-crack-crack——

A clear, resounding noise, like glass being shattered, rang out like thunder, interlaced with the sound of cracking fissures!

Su He Lian’s hair flew about; in his eyes burned a divine light, and his overwhelming divine nature swept in like a tornado!

He was a Divine Practitioner of Breath Retention Transformation!

Even though he had only just broken through, he was no weakling who lacked even a hint of divine essence!

Every ounce of his refined divine nature was a lifetime’s accumulation!

Vast, mighty, surging like a raging ocean!

Countless divine energies filled his Divine Essence Golden Body, making it ever more radiant and resplendent!

Its dazzling brilliance nearly illuminated all of heaven and earth!

Had the Cosmic Chessboard not suppressed it, the energy might have burst forth and been sensed by the experts of Daocheng long ago.

But…

Li Che cared not!

Inside his chest, the Dao Fruit ‘Thunder Magnetic Conduit’ quaked violently as countless mysterious magnetic forces flowed through him like invisible threads running from head to toe!

It was as if he were merging with the very fabric of the cosmos!

That overwhelming divine energy was entirely repelled, not so much touching him as skating by!

Even the falling snow warped, exploding into dust that blurred the surroundings!

From beneath the Thunder Dragon Mask, Li Che unleashed countless surges of lightning; in his eyes sparks flared, and crackling electric arcs burst forth from the depths of his pupils!

The four drops of thick ink on his Divine Essence Golden Body seemed to stretch like pulled fibers!

They intertwined into ink threads that enmeshed his vast ten-zhang Divine Essence Golden Body!

Like ink lines dragged across a coffin in a mortuary, or lines interweaving on a chessboard!

They spread all over his Golden Body!

Su He Lian’s hairs stood on end!

They wouldn’t shake off!

They couldn’t be washed away!

What on earth is this unholy phenomenon?!

Crack-crack——

The Divine Essence Golden Body he had painstakingly repaired dimmed once again!

At Li Che’s snap of a finger, in an instant!

It was as if countless dark, ink-like flashes erupted, slashing his Golden Body all at once!

Su He Lian felt an intense, terrifying blow crash into his spirit!

“Ah——!!!”

It was as if his spirit had been dismembered by a thousand blades in a single moment!

Thump-thump-thump——!!!

Then it exploded with a deafening boom!

Countless golden fragments of his spirit burst violently, scattering in every direction!

A powerful wave of energy roiled and surged!

In just an instant, where his Golden Body had once been, all color vanished, the golden light dissipated, leaving only terrifying, rippling shockwaves that hurled aside the ether and divine force like a raging, sorrowful ring!

Rumble!

Su He Lian’s face contorted in horror!

It was shattered…

His Divine Essence Golden Body!

It had been broken?!

Impossible——!!!

For he was a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner! A true master, his Golden Body was far more resilient than that of even top-tier Golden Body practitioners!

It was on par with the strength of the most elite Innate Grandmasters!

Yet…

Such a Golden Body was shattered in a way that defied everything Su He Lian knew!

Yes, utterly inconceivable.

After all, Li Che’s successive strikes with his Divine Seed Martial Arts had hit his Golden Body without shattering it—but in the end…

Why did it suddenly explode?

It made no sense!

But still…

Su He Lian’s skin crawled—for if Li Che’s four strikes had landed on his flesh instead,

he’d surely have been dead by now!

Splurt——

A massive spurt of blood erupted, and the light in Su He Lian’s eyes dimmed.

With his Golden Body shattered, his spirit was severely wounded!

Countless wild currents tore through him as wind and snow were swept high into the sky, dissolving into rain!

Su He Lian could feel the unbearable threat of death!

His well-defined hands shot up as he rapidly formed seals,

attempting to trigger a defensive Divine Secret Technique!

Yet…

A ceaseless roar of thunder burst around him, pounding his ears like an ancient bell under brutal blows.

It was the sound of sinew and skin straining to their limits!

Li Che did not retreat; he stood his ground and instead advanced against the current!

Bearing the impact of the exploding Golden Body shards,

his entire life force surged!

It was as if someone had kicked over a furnace—his scorching blood burst forth; the massive flesh pill in his dantian pulsed as it contracted and expanded!

Then, from within his Mud Pellet at his eyebrow…

The inner space trembled!

The eight Temple Spirits, as if awakened from a long slumber, simultaneously opened their eyes!

The Flaming-Eyed Astounding Divine Monkey, the Bending Dreams Gui Ling Rabbit, the Flower Basket Fairy wielding her basket…

And…

The Fa Tian Xiang Di Lingming True Ape, seated amid a cascade of white light!

Boom, boom, boom!

Inside the Mud Pellet’s inner domain, tremendous divine ripples erupted, raging and relentless!

All eight Temple Spirits opened their eyes at once!

Wave after wave of power, twisting like coiling dragons, was extracted by Li Che!

Tower Ascension!

Beneath the Thunder Dragon Mask, Li Che’s muscles bulged as if every pore radiated brilliance.

His jet-black hair suddenly grew long, falling to his waist like a billowing cloak!

In his eyes, surging electrical currents intermingled with streams of golden incense smoke!

Clatter, clatter…

His vital energy churned like a raging sea!

At this moment, Li Che seemed to have truly achieved unity with heaven and man, as if he were one with the cosmos!

Tower Ascension… drawing on the power of the Temple Spirits!

Unleashing unspeakable divine might!

Su He Lian’s hair stood on end as he staggered backward; his hand-seals faltered while divine energy roiled around him, the overwhelming force of his Breath Retention Transformation surging incessantly!

It pounded like unceasing waves!

At that moment, Su He Lian felt the chilling presence of death.

He was going to die…

He truly was going to die!

He was about to be killed by this Underworld Thunder Dragon!

He had to exhaust every last move and play his trump card!

Thud-thud-thud——

Su He Lian’s face twisted into a grimace; he had never imagined that within Daocheng he could be threatened with death!

The Underworld Thunder Dragon had clashed with him for so long, and yet no reinforcements arrived from anywhere—

Neither the Divine Guard Army, the Temple Guardian Division, the Imperial Watch… nor even the Su Family side came to his aid!

This made Su He Lian realize that the Underworld had perfected the art of concealing its breath!

“Why…?”

“Why must you kill an old man?”

Su He Lian roared!

In the next instant, his palms slammed together, and a resplendent Divine Essence Golden Pill materialized behind him, glowing with astonishing brilliance.

Within that pill, a faint outline of a figure could be discerned!

It was as if a fetus inside the pill was breathing, its every inhalation and exhalation…

In an instant!

The form within the pill suddenly widened its eyes, its face pressed firmly against the pill’s wall.

Even on the wall, a vaguely human face with indistinct features was outlined!

Breath Retention Transformation!

Boom!

The divine energy between heaven and earth became ever more agitated—as if some horrifically oppressive force were descending with each breath!

The weight of divine authority nearly peaked!

Su He Lian, eyes wild with murderous intent, spewed blood from his mouth and nostrils.

Boom——!!!

It was as if an invisible Temple Spirit manifested behind him, roaring in fury!

Li Che’s gaze remained indifferent as he activated the Nascent Dragon Elephant Vajra technique and Tower Ascension; he grew cold and detached!

Even facing a mountain of blades and an ocean of techniques, he remained unruffled!

Crack-crack——

It was as if thunder blasted by his ears at the very moment Su He Lian’s Golden Body shattered.

Li Che’s murderous intent surged more ferociously than ever!

First, he used the Ink Slaughter technique to break through the Golden Body!

Then, with an unmatched, ruthless strike, he annihilated his foe!

His fingers clenched into fists as divine power roared, and the eight Temple Spirit visages…

Behind Li Che, like a peacock’s display or an assembly of celestial beings, the deities encircled him!

The fearsome Lingming True Ape lowered its gaze!

Su He Lian pushed his deep Divine Essence Golden Pill to its limit, the inner fetal breath seemingly freezing for a moment!

His eyes clouded—the depths of his pupils mirrored an utter, abject terror!

“Eight… eight divine visages?”

“How can there be eight divine visages?!”

“And besides… this display of divine authority… all of them are Temple Spirits?!”

Su He Lian was horrified.

He nearly began to stutter.

“It’s you!”

In that instant, Su He Lian understood!

He saw those Temple Spirits—he recognized the Flower Basket Fairy Temple Spirit and the others from the six bizarre temples once managed by the Su Family!

Su He Lian realized!

It was the Underworld!

The mystery behind the sudden disappearance of the Bizarre Temples…

It was all the Underworld’s doing!

“It’s you all!”

Su He Lian howled.

Li Che’s jet-black hair whirled like a cloak, golden smoke drifting from his eyes; he remained indifferent to the accusations.

So what if they were from the Underworld?

His fingers clenched.

The enigmatic divine power of the Seven Emotions Temple Spirits…

It coiled crazily around Li Che’s arm; thirty streams of Five-Spirit Guts vibrated like multicolored dragons emerging from the depths!

His imposing aura was almost overwhelming!

His blood roared with ferocity like blazing war signals!

Martial Saint Technique!

Wanlong Fushen!

Li Che’s fist clenched as his mind united with the divine; his spirit, energy, and will were honed to perfection!

Facing a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner like Su He Lian, Li Che dared not show the slightest underestimation.

Even the golden pill hovering above Su He Lian’s head—its image bearing a human face—brought him immense danger!

A minor slip could spell disaster!

Thus, as calculated as he was, when he struck his attack it had to be his most powerful move!

His clenched fingers ripped out five streams of pure white qi waves!

“I’ll beat you to death!”

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Above, as snowflakes danced in the sky, they were instantly melted by his searing blood, turning into cold raindrops.

The rain, struck by his forceful aura, hung inverted in the sky, gathering like a vast pool!

At that moment, it seemed as though it could no longer withstand the deluge!

Without another word, Li Che strode forward; searing fist energy burst forth like thunder from the peak of his fist!

In an instant, the pool of rain evaporated under his scorching blood, transforming into billowing hot waves that surged skyward!

He threw a punch!

A chorus of roaring dragons and rolling thunder erupted; in the surging heat, bolts of lightning danced like dragons leaping from deep chasms!

Inside that searing punch, driven by the power of the Seven Emotions Temple Spirits, Wanlong Fushen nearly reached its transcendence!

It was as if tangible dragon silhouettes leaped and roared in unison!

The Thunder Magnetic Conduit surged fully; the stored lightning arcs leapt onto his fist and raced along his arms, every vital organ trembling, his body groaning in agony!

Wanlong Fushen!

Transcendence!

His indomitable martial will roared like a legion of dragons storming the skies!

Boom!

Countless dragon silhouettes surged forward!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang——!!

They exploded, over and over again!

Su He Lian’s face was twisted in terror as the phantom image of the golden pill’s fetal breath, summoned by the Temple Spirits, landed a punishing blow!

A terrifying clash erupted!

The earth shattered with a deafening roar; countless spiderweb-like cracks splintered, and fine rubble was swept up by the raging winds!

They flew like bullets, whistling furiously!

Only to be instantly crushed into invisible dust by the formidable force contained within the dragon silhouettes!

Intertwined with lightning, the Five-Spirit Guts of the domineering Li Che pierced through the Temple Spirits!

A single punch struck Su He Lian right in front of him!

The force was as mighty as thunder exploding!

The unleashing energy blasted outward in all directions, tearing everything apart!

Su He Lian stood dumbfounded, his eyes lifeless and devoid of that divine spark.

In that moment, time itself seemed to freeze as the punch approached.

His hair whipped back and his face rippled as if overrun by undulating shockwaves!

Boom——!!!

Yet time did not truly stand still.

The punch landed!

Su He Lian’s head exploded into fragments, shattered into splattered clumps of blood and mud!

Even now, the skies echoed with his agonized, shrill wails!

And his final, despairing roar of fury!

“Let’s all die together——!!!”

The burgeoning, bloodstained patterns on the Golden Pill, with that face pressed against its wall, let out a final, heartrending, defiant scream!

The Breath Retention Transformation, the very fetal breath within the Golden Pill,

Now…

Was about to be erased from existence!

What despair——!!!

Boom——!!!

A terrifying explosion erupted from the Golden Pill, unleashing wild divine energy!

A formidable blast wave surged upward from the earth like a dazzling mushroom cloud, carrying shattered stones, dust, and flesh fragments twenty zhang high!

Even the Cosmic Chessboard could not contain or mask the relentless force of the explosion.

The entire land was scarred by the overwhelming gashes cut by the fierce qi and wild divine energy!

A colossal roar shook all of Daocheng!

With the suppression of the Cosmic Chessboard gone,

Shockwaves rippled outward in concentric circles, battering everything in their path!

Nearby buildings crumbled, walls collapsing amid swirling dust!

Countless snowflakes were blasted apart, and dust obscured the sky!

……

……

Snowflakes fell, only to be swept away by savage gusts.

Atop the double-eaved, eight-treasure pavilion guarded by twin dragons,

A solitary figure landed lightly on tiptoe.

His posture straight as if a spear pierced the heavens.

Yu Wen Wenlong stood with his hands behind his back, his simple garments billowing as his hair whipped in the night air.

He seemed one with the cosmos, utterly imperceptible.

His brows furrowed as a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

“Underworld Thunder Dragon…”

“First, using that devious technique to shatter Su He Lian’s Divine Essence Golden Body and badly injure his spirit is crucial; then… seizing that perfect moment to strike without giving him a breath of respite, shattering his body in an explosion of overwhelming qi with a devastating punch!”

“That Martial Saint Technique, perfected to transcendence… is none other than Ji Mo Li’s masterpiece – Wanlong Fushen?!”

Yu Wen Wenlong’s sharp gaze, as the governor of the Temple Guardian Division in Daocheng and a martial artist of the highest order, immediately recognized the ultimate technique executed by the Thunder Dragon.

“This Thunder Dragon… could it be Ji Mo Li’s disciple?!”

“Could it be You Liqing? In all of Daocheng, only You Liqing has mastered Wanlong Fushen to such perfection, hasn’t he?”

Yu Wen Wenlong narrowed his eyes.

You Liqing… joining the Underworld?

But no.

Too many details were missing.

If You Liqing had joined the Underworld, why would City Lord Su Huai Li have died?

After all, Su Huai Li was You Liqing’s junior apprentice; they bore little enmity.

“Moreover…”

Yu Wen Wenlong’s powerful will surged, and he sensed the residual shockwaves of that terrifying explosion—followed by You Liqing breaking through the void!

“It wasn’t him.”

“Thunder Dragon is Thunder Dragon; he is not You Liqing.”

Yu Wen Wenlong shook his head.

“Why does the Underworld want to kill members of the Su Family?”

“Furthermore, that Wanlong Fushen from the Thunder Dragon strike even contains the power of the Seven Emotions—its might seems even greater than You Liqing’s Wanlong Fushen.”

“I can vaguely sense some Temple Spirit power…”

Before he could say more, Yu Wen Wenlong’s form blurred and he vanished from sight.

The mystery of the sudden disappearance of the Bizarre Temple…

Was it done by the Underworld?!

Yu Wen Wenlong chuckled softly, “This Underworld is intriguing.”

……

……

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of cleaving through the void rang on relentlessly.

With the Cosmic Chessboard withdrawn, a terrifying roar and unbridled divine energy raged like a flood!

Nearly half of Daocheng was shaken!

What was once a quiet, snowy night sky suddenly became uproarious.

The ferocious energy surged and the sound of cleaving void echoed as figures dashed by in a blur.

The scale of it was simply overwhelming!

Even the lingering shockwaves exuded an almost suffocating pressure.

It was unimaginable—the divine pressure generated by such a powerful being at the moment of death!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

Divine Sect, Temple Guardian Division, Imperial Watch, Divine Guard Army, the Four Great Families…

They were all powerful figures arriving in a storm, their overwhelming auras suppressing the surging divine power.

From a hundred zhang away, Innate Grandmasters and Divine Practitioners who had undergone Primordial Transformation began to descend, reluctant to come too close.

Yet they couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the spectacle.

“Such oppressive divine force—so suffocating, so terrifying… could it be that even a Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner can die?”

“A master of Breath Retention Transformation nurtures a breath-fetal qi within a Golden Pill, almost making the divine visions tangible; if one could harness the Temple Spirit’s qi, it would be like the arrival of a divine presence!”

“Would such a mighty individual really be doomed?”

“Of course they can die—what nonsense is that? Breath Retention Transformation isn’t invincible!”

……

Various voices, filled with shock and awe, rang out one after the other.

You Liqing, clad in resplendent golden armor, descended in a blaze amid boiling smoke and swirling dust, landing some ten zhang away.

Apart from You Liqing, another powerful figure arrived from Dongying—the Grand General in golden armor, his aura just as magnificent.

“A Breath Retention Transformation Divine Practitioner has fallen.”

You Liqing’s eyes turned cold as he said,

That Dongying Grand General, named Yuan Wuming, was a close confidant of the Daocheng Lord; to become a Grand General of the Divine Guard Army, one must possess at least three top-tier flower cultivations.

“Indeed… the one who died was Su He Lian of the Su Family.”

“How brazen…”

The Dongying Grand General took a deep breath.

“It must be the Underworld’s doing… To kill a Breath Retention Transformation master, one must use overwhelming force. Under normal circumstances, such divine shockwaves would be impossible to conceal.”

“In other words, the aura was completely shielded—and only the Underworld can achieve such a feat.”

You Liqing said coldly.

He had witnessed the power of the Underworld firsthand, and that was why he concluded so.

But as soon as his words fell, a cold laugh echoed.

“Not necessarily. With a well-prepared divine array of the Five Elders, one can also block the aura of a Breath Retention Transformation master.”

Huang Jianjiu, clutching his Liquor Gourd, staggered in—a disheveled figure yet moving with incredible speed.

“So Su He Lian’s dead?”

“What a tragic end—”

“So miserable.”

Having confirmed the victim, Huang Jianjiu’s drunken eyes suddenly lit up; he almost burst into applause, but then reconsidered.

For he suddenly recalled that Su He Lian was one of the honorary elders of the outer circle of the Divine Sect.

He was essentially a half-divine of the Sect.

“Ah, Old Elder Su, you sure met a miserable end!”

“The Su Family must throw you a proper funeral—best stock up on fine wine… I could keep you company for three days and three nights!”

Huang Jianjiu pounded his chest.

In the distance, streams of light burst forth.

A repressive aura surged in waves.

Clad in ancient robes that billowed in the wind, a figure descended gracefully, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

“Huang Jianjiu, don’t pretend to be sympathetic.”

A calm voice came from the newcomer.

“Oh, Su Wuming? Isn’t that our Old Su from Rank Three of the Authentic Transmission Ledger?”

Huang Jianjiu uncorked his gourd, took a swig of wine and replied coolly.

Su Wuming barely glanced at the shabby Huang Jianjiu; beside him, another figure descended swiftly, sleeves billowing, exuding palpable anger.

“Great Elder.”

Su Wuming clasped his fists in greeting.

It was Su Helin, the Su Family’s Grand Elder.

Su Helin, the elder brother of Su Wuming and also a Breath Retention Transformation master, had been far beyond Su He Lian by decades.

“Who did this?!”

Su Helin trembled slightly.

He swept his sleeve in a furious motion, and a fierce wind scattered dust and debris.

Revealing amidst the ruins a grotesquely shredded, headless corpse torn apart by an explosive fetal qi Golden Pill,

while Su He Lian’s head had long been smashed to pieces by Li Che’s fist.

“He’s dead… truly dead…”

“What despair—to detonate the fetal qi Golden Pill in his final moments! Who… who is the culprit?!”

Su Helin’s clenched fists darkened his face.

“Heh-heh, Great Elder Su, my condolences—invite me to the funeral feast when you prepare it.”

Huang Jianjiu laughed.

“Shut it!”

Su Wuming shot a cold glance at Huang Jianjiu.

Huang Jianjiu smirked.

Su Wuming replied coolly, “Jianjiu, women are like garments—you should thank me. If I hadn’t married Xiao Wan for you, how would you have reached the state of a move that left the Authentic Transmission Ledger in second place?”

“Shut up.”

Behind Huang Jianjiu, the sword in his sword case began to tremble subtly.

Su Wuming’s lips curled in a slight smirk, “Xiao Wan is mine now—she’s doing well, so don’t worry…”

“Next time in the True Transmission contest at the Heavenly King’s Tower, I’ll beat you.”

“You win first, then we’ll see,” Huang Jianjiu sneered.

The two ceased talking.

Su Helin moved to the corpse and began to inspect it.

Suddenly, Su Helin looked up sharply, staring fixedly at You Liqing as the raging divine aura transformed into a furious, golden-winged, soaring crane that locked onto him.

“Helian died by Wanlong Fushen!”

“You Liqing… do you have any explanation?!”

Clad in golden armor with his arms folded, You Liqing paused for a moment.

“Absolutely impossible!”

He furrowed his brows.

You Liqing approached Su He Lian’s corpse.

A vast perceptive aura spread.

Then…

His face stiffened!

……

……

Daocheng, Tinglei Alley.

Li Qingshan sat in the courtyard, clutching a Divine Crystal as he slowly absorbed its divine energy to restore his qi.

He had sensed that horrific explosion and the searing blast of energy—a determination and will of a Breath Retention Transformation master that was both domineering and despairing!

Li Qingshan raised his head.

Listening to the resounding explosion echoing through Daocheng.

Behind his Cat Face Mask, his eyes grew deep and reflective.

He knew the action was over.

It was his time to appear.

Exhaling slowly, as the drifting snow carried with it the plaintive divine energy.

“The Underworld lets you die by the third watch—how could they let you last until the fifth?”

“Time to move on.”

Li Qingshan felt a surge of relief.

His sense of presence soared.

Yet a seed of doubt lingered—why would the Underworld target Su He Lian, an honorary elder of the outer circle of the Divine Sect?

Why?!

But Li Qingshan firmly believed the Underworld must have its reasons.

For the Underworld had yet to commit a single evil act—one who detested injustice even more than Li Qingshan!

Su He Lian must have done something truly despicable!

Li Qingshan narrowed his eyes.

He trusted the Underworld completely!

Whoosh——!

A burst of snow exploded suddenly.

Li Qingshan’s gaze fixed as

He noticed a white chess piece float upward—grasped tightly, and in an instant, Li Che, wearing his Thunder Dragon Mask, returned to the courtyard.

Standing motionless, his clothes torn open to reveal a physique as strong as steel.

Searing, twisted blood burned and warped the air.

The aura of his battle with a Breath Retention Transformation master still lingered.

The Tower Ascension state had not yet dissipated!

Mighty, peerless, terrifying!

His wild black hair, interwoven with arcs of electric current and golden smoke, emanated the combined force of the eight Temple Spirit visages—as if he were a demigod, standing in the midst of the blizzard.

The oppressive might of the Temple Spirits’ rank nearly suffocated Li Qingshan.

Terrifying!

Could this really be the Thunder Dragon?

It might be as simple as a finger poke to kill him, right?!

Li Che’s gaze drifted coolly over Li Qingshan, pausing briefly.

“You aren’t leaving yet?”

Li Qingshan: “…”

But Li Che paid him little mind.

The oppressive aura of Tower Ascension faded instantly, and the power of the Temple Spirits returned to his Mud Pellet.

Exhaling slowly, Li Che’s eyes shone brilliantly!

He glanced over at Li Qingshan.

“Do you truly wish to join the Underworld?”

Li Qingshan stiffened; he had heard the words spoken by the Underworld’s superior from the Thunder Dragon’s voice.

Hurriedly, he stood up, only to find his legs, previously drained by the Thunder Dragon, weak and trembling.

He almost fell.

Forcing an awkward smile, he straightened up again.

“Senior! I—Cat Face—really want to join the Underworld. I detest evil and long to punish the wicked!”

Li Qingshan’s conviction surged as his emotions soared.

Beneath the Thunder Dragon Mask, Li Che chuckled softly.

“Detest evil? Punish the wicked?”

“Then you’ll be disappointed.”

“The Underworld…”

“Perhaps it is the greatest evil in all this world.”

In the next moment.

Li Che’s Thunder Dragon-clad hand spread open.

“Divine One, return.”

“Spiritual Confinement.”

His voice boomed, echoing throughout the courtyard.

Then.

Before Li Qingshan’s horrified eyes,

A wisp of black mist slowly gathered, coalescing…

Then…

Su He Lian’s figure, amidst screams, agony, and contortion, began to slowly reappear.

As if…

Pulled back from the endless darkness, from the realm of wandering souls, by an overpowering force!

Li Che, behind his Thunder Dragon Mask, regarded Li Qingshan with calm, indifferent eyes as his legs trembled.

“Now… do you still wish to join the Underworld?”

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