The Forbidden Path to Immortality - Chapter 94

Chapter 4: Self-Reflection

Li Xun was practically thinking, “If I were struck by this force, my internal organs would be shattered.” He desperately employed every method he could to absorb and neutralize the force, clinging to a glimmer of hope.

He leaped forward, hoping to dissipate the force, but the assassin’s palm behind him generated a powerful suction force, pulling his body to a standstill.

In this surge and retraction, the ferocious force erupted again, like two massive waves merging, violently slamming into his fragile internal organs.

Against this previously silent, yet suddenly devastating force, Li Xun’s resistance proved remarkably fragile.

His blood vessels instantly expanded, and he could even hear the groaning groans of his internal organs. “

Is this the end? “

The thought flashed through his blank mind, and at the same time, his body swelled again, and a burning sensation, emanating from deep within his bones, suddenly penetrated his brain like a red-hot steel needle.

With a thud, Li Xun thought he had dissolved into ash.

Another muffled thud, and his body hit the ground, though he felt no pain. The sudden burst of flames within his body had numbed all sense of pain.

Li Xun could only feel wave after wave of volcanic “power” erupting from his internal organs, from his bones, from every corner of his body, screaming with excitement.

The connection between the core of the Bottomless Nether Ring and the Nine Netherworld Realm also expanded in an instant.

Although Li Xun’s mind was already quite hazy, he could still clearly sense the immense energy surging in the most mysterious form within that boundless, mysterious and ethereal space.

The expansion of the connection point broke the eternal laws of operation. With a subtle vibration, a wave of the purest Nine Netherworld Earth Qi swept in, instantly rushing into Li Xun’s narrow body.

In the blink of an eye, every muscle and bone in Li Xun’s body groaned under the heavy burden.

As for the external force that had rushed in before… what was that?

Li Xun’s eardrums felt as if thousands of drums were beating simultaneously, but he knew it was actually the sound of his blood pounding.

He wondered why he had retained a shred of consciousness, having not been annihilated by the first wave of impact.

As the thought flashed through his mind, a sudden chill spread behind him.

It felt like a bucket of ice water poured onto a furnace, fleeting but tangible.

A series of hissing sounds, interspersed with a distorted, shrill, inhuman scream, surprisingly brought a sense of relief to Li Xun.

The connection to the Nine Netherworld lasted only a moment.

The changes in the Bottomless Nether Ring quickly ceased, and thanks to the changes on his back, Li Xun suddenly realized that the flames within him had subsided considerably. His

now clear mind quickly conjured a response, but he also vaguely noticed that, in the farthest reaches of his sight, Xiao Yi and the other two, who should have left long ago, were staring at him in astonishment, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

“Get away from them!”

His mind, seized by the intense tension, was once again somewhat unclear.

Yet, driven by this thought, Li Xun miraculously regained control of his body, spun around, and soared into the sky.

But… what were those specks of black ash dancing in the air before he soared?

Luo Yuji’s mouth agape, forgetting to close. Just then, she witnessed the most horrifying scene of her life.

She was perhaps the only bystander who had witnessed the entire event.

In the split second before the incident, she inexplicably turned her head, intending to give the Hundred Ghosts Taoist a provocative glare. Instead, what met her eye was a ghostly, demonic figure, gliding across the Hundred Ghosts’ back.

Her instinctive cry of surprise caused Xiao Yi and the others to turn their heads, and they too stopped in their tracks. They watched as the “demonic figure” struck the Hundred Ghosts’ back with a punch, sending him stumbling forward, only to strangely pause.

Xiao Yi exclaimed in shock, “The Seal of Death, the Falling Feather Sect!”

Hu Buli gasped, “Bai Gui is finished!”

He nearly bit off his tongue as the words left his mouth.

In that instant, Bai Gui’s body swelled with a force visible to the n*ked eye, followed by a wave of eerie gray-white flames emanating from him.

The very atmosphere where they stood was instantly distorted by the heat.

Even from miles away, Luo Yuji and the other two could imagine the terrifying heat!

In the distorted atmosphere, all images appeared bizarre, but they all saw that the demonic figure, who could have killed Bai Gui instantly with the force of a landslide, was now frantically twisting its body, trying to rip its hand from Bai Gui’s back.

The gray-white flames surged again, shooting three feet out of Bai Gui’s body, forming a beautiful yet eerie circle of light.

In the midst of this transformation, the demonic figure let out a sharp, piercing scream, its entire body suddenly swelling, and thousands of short, sharp, gray-white flames erupted—that’s how Luo Yuji described it.

How else could one explain the momentary shredding of that person’s body, then turning to ash in the next instant?

Almost holding her breath, watching the hundreds of ghosts soar into the air, Luo Yuji suddenly felt as if she had just returned from a near-death experience. It took a long time before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he cautiously turned to look at the two teachers and whispered, “What…what on earth is going on?”

Hu Buli’s face remained expressionless, and he didn’t answer. Xiao Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded, “I finally understand why Baigui has made such remarkable progress!”

This seemingly irrelevant answer only piqued Luo Yuji’s interest. She temporarily shook off her shock and anxiously asked, “Why?”

“It must be that a master from the Ghost Devouring Shadow Sect once infused him with a massive amount of Yin Fire Qi. He didn’t fully release this massive amount of energy, but it accumulated within his body. He couldn’t use it normally, but today, after being struck by the Seal of Death, it instinctively backfired…

“But that doesn’t make sense. Regardless of whether anyone would be so kind, even if they truly received an initiation, there are probably only two or three people in the entire Ghostly Shadow Devouring Sect who possess such a refined Yin Fire cultivation. And haven’t we heard of anyone suffering a significant loss of power recently?”

Luo Yuji, however, was no stranger to experience. She pondered and wondered, “That doesn’t make sense. Initiation… wouldn’t that method significantly impact future cultivation? They’re an evil sect. The faster they progress, the greater the chance of becoming possessed. Would anyone do something so self-defeating and detrimental?”

Xiao Yi sighed softly and was about to speak when she was startled. She grasped Luo Yuji’s slender waist and whispered, “Get out of the way!”

As the words left her mouth, a figure flashed past them.

As their gaze crossed, a frosty gaze swept across their faces. Luo Yuji, who was less advanced, felt the dreadful sensation of falling into an icy cave.

Hu Buli and Xiao Yi simultaneously unsheathed their swords, their blades flashing through the air with a resounding hum. Immediately afterwards, Hu Buli groaned miserably and flew out in a spiral.

Xiao Yi didn’t retreat a single step, but her knuckles were already dripping with blood. She gritted her teeth to suppress a groan, only letting out a low cry—”Yin Sanren!”

Yin Sanren was furious! Xiao Yi sensed this all too clearly. But then another question surfaced.

“Is it for the Hundred Ghosts? Is it really that serious?”

“Hot…hot! Cold…cold!”

Li Xun moaned unconsciously. At this moment, the boundaries between heat and cold had long since vanished, leaving only pain.

God knows where he was. He felt himself slumped in the prickly grass, his whole body twitching like a chicken with its neck cut.

“Fuck, fuck!” He buried his face in the grass, pressing against the earth, cursing furiously in his heart.

He didn’t know who his target was, simply mumbling these words to dull the pain that seeped from deep within his bones to his skin.

If anyone could see his face now, they would surely notice that this Taoist priest, now clad in the robes of the Ghost Devouring Shadow Sect, bore a face identical to the renowned “Bright Heart Bamboo.”

And it was distorted in agony.

Damn it! He’d clearly already transformed his Qi, so why hadn’t the problem been resolved? Moreover, it seemed to be getting worse.

The surging Yin Fire no longer flowed neatly into his limbs and bones as it had last time. Instead, it surged forward and backward during the Qi-Qi transformation, constantly testing Li Xun’s physical fortitude.

Li Xun’s control was failing, and he could only watch helplessly as his internal organs and bones groaned and buckled under the immense pressure, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Li Xun had never expected that a single or two hasty Qi-Qi transformations would resolve the immense challenges left by Mr. Ghost.

But he had never imagined that these problems would arise so frequently!

Well, he admitted, without this burst of Yin Fire, he would have likely been shattered to dust by a single blow. But the current situation didn’t seem much better!

As his mind gradually blurred, Li Xun felt his body like a ball of soft mud, being twisted into a myriad of shapes by invisible hands.

He took a hard breath of the earthy air, gave up looking up, and muttered “Fuck!” again, his consciousness rapidly plummeting towards a bottomless abyss.

With a series of long “chi” sounds, Li Xun’s body convulsed violently. His mind, on the verge of shattering, suddenly regained a glimmer of light.

In his trance, a faint voice seemed to whisper in his ear.

The content was wonderful, a catchy rhyme, its beginnings, developments, turns, and endings perfectly rhythmic and well-balanced.

Li Xun couldn’t yet discern its true meaning, but he sensed a preponderance of words like yin and yang, hardness and softness.

Gradually, he understood more, and noticed the rhythm of the words fluctuate, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a torrential downpour, sometimes slow, each word folded in threes, yet surprisingly, every note was distinct and clear.

The words seemed to possess an astonishing magical power. The chaotic primordial energy within him, as the syllables flowed, naturally split into yin and yang, rising and falling through the

profound gates. Gradually, it became orderly, and the pain faded. Li Xun, of course, understood who was helping him. He didn’t dare interrupt the flow of his true energy, but simply followed the external rhythm of the notes, steadily circulating several cycles. Once he was certain his Yin Fire had subsided again, he slowly straightened up and returned to a sitting position.

He first exhaled the long-held stale air, then patted his cheeks to brush off the dirt and clear his mind.

Yin Sanren watched his movements with interest, but made no move to speak.

When Li Xun felt himself regain his composure, he raised his head, his eyes fixed on Yin Sanren. His first words were, “Is anyone following us?”

Yin Sanren was quite surprised.

She had expected Li Xun to eagerly inquire about her health, but she had clearly underestimated his vigilance.

Surprised, she shook her head firmly.

Li Xun didn’t let up a bit, asking, “When and how did that guy sneak up?”

Yin Sanren knew he was referring to the assassin from the Luoyu Sect, but she had no say in the matter.

After a moment’s thought, she spoke frankly, “You shouldn’t be asking me about that!”

Li Xun stared at her coldly, his eyes like a venomous snake waiting to bite, yet his face remained calm and composed.

Seeing Li Xun’s expression, even Yin Sanren, despite her courage, felt a chill in her heart.

Undoubtedly, this was the last moment of calm before Li Xun’s temper exploded. Right now, Li Xun needed someone to vent his anger on, so she braced herself for humiliation.

But once again, she defied expectations. Li Xun simply lowered his brows, seemingly staring blankly at the ground.

It was like a hurricane approaching landfall, vanishing without a trace the moment it reached the shore. Yet, Yin Sanren could see the storm brewing within Li Xun, roaring and roaring.

Finally, Li Xun grinned, muttering, “Well, Thunderbeak Eagle’s words are true. No need for further confirmation.”

After a pause, he uttered a soft compliment, “The Falling Feather Sect and the Seal of Life truly live up to their reputation!”

With these whispers, the air around them seemed to shudder, and the sky darkened slightly.

The air around him was oppressive, suffocating. Yin Sanren looked in astonishment, only to see Li Xun raise his face, his cheek muscles twitching slightly as syllables, one after another, ice-cold, escaped his still-pale lips.

“From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult. The ancients were not deceiving me!”

Yin Sanren was even more astonished. In just three sentences, it was clear that Li Xun had undergone a profound spiritual cleansing from the inside out.

One sentence calmed the mind, two sentences fostered momentum, and three sentences reflected self-reflection.

In the blink of an eye, his spirit and energy were completely transformed.

This subtle yet holistic transformation involved the most profound thread of inspiration in the universe, so subtle and profound that it was unimaginable.

Having also experienced this stage, Yin Sanren naturally understood his changes. Therefore, she frowned slightly, then calmed down.

Indeed, Li Xun was indeed different now. While that Death Seal ignited the flames within him, its essence was like a bucket of ice water being poured down upon him, jarring him awake.

He was thinking, not simply about the recent incident, but about the broader implications.

Specifically, he was thinking about the Falling Feather Sect and the Death Seal that nearly destroyed him today. However, was it really just the Death Seal that had put him in this situation?

Li Xun felt that his mind had never been clearer in recent years.

He instantly reviewed his recent experiences, and the opponents he encountered in those events flashed before his eyes one by one.

Danger! His mindset was undoubtedly in jeopardy.

In the southeastern forest, he had secretly broken the ancient temple’s seal, only to be disrupted by the Sky-Escape Spear. He could justify his claim that the opponent’s escape technique lived up to its reputation.

Then, when he was struck by the God-Erosion Sword and vomited blood, he could say it was simply a matter of inferior skill.

Of course, he could fully justify the frequent accidents in his “competition” with Jie Yin, the relentless battles with Shui Dielan, and the thrilling final capture of Wu Yin Xuan with his ultimate victory.

But, again, any excuses had to be based on his ultimate survival.

Luck and chance wouldn’t be his lifelong companions.

Look at Yin Sanren next to him; isn’t she a living example? She could say now that it was because she hadn’t thought of this and that…

but such words no longer hold any meaning.

Li Xun’s face widened once again. He had to thank the nameless killer. It was precisely because of his “namelessness” that Li Xun couldn’t find the reason for this “accident,” leading him to self-reflection.

Of course, Li Xun could have elevated that man’s status to an infinite degree, but if he did, he could truly die, and no one would shed a single tear for his foolish death.

He only had to ask himself: Was this inevitable?

He defeated one formidable opponent after another, raising his fame time and again. But how many of these times had he earned it with his true strength? He seemed to have forgotten.

He had been stuck at this infant stage for a long time.

In his anxiety over his stagnant progress, he mechanically completed his daily training day after day, even feeling a little proud of his so-called perseverance. But had he ever considered how long it had been since he had truly experienced the profound power of the various techniques?

In this way, he was even worse than the cautious and careful approach of his youth. But was this really the case?

Li Xun rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

Admittedly, he could now chide himself for his impetuousness and self-righteousness, but did he truly understand why?

He was no longer the vulnerable teenager he had been sixty years ago.

While cautious and careful planning was certainly a way to preserve one’s life, such an approach would never lead to the pinnacle of commanding the world. So, how could one maintain one’s inherent strengths while developing even greater powers and techniques?

This was a crucial and deeply fascinating question.

Li Xun felt as if he had grasped some key points, yet hadn’t truly grasped their essence.

More precisely, he knew what he should do, but not how to do it.

He unconsciously tilted his head to look at Yin Sanren.

This renowned Grandmaster would undoubtedly be a perfect mentor—if he was willing to do so.

He shook his head and smiled, continuing his reflection. He reviewed the top Grandmasters of the Tongxuan Realm like a stream of flowing water.

At this moment, he inevitably thought of Zhong Yin again.

This time, he was no longer filled with resentment, but calmly and objectively recalled the ink bamboo painting that Zhong Yin had drawn in the blue smoke barrier on the Zuowang Peak, as well as the profound words that followed.

“You know how to use a sword, but you don’t know how to use it!”

Putting aside the principles of law and swordsmanship, Zhong Yin’s words could also be applied to his current situation.

Sixty years passed like flowing water. That night in the blue smoke barrier, a few strokes of the pen, a few short sentences, could actually penetrate the veins of time and reach this place.

Did Zhong Yin expect this?

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the great shock of gaining something made him laugh loudly and jump up.

So that’s it, so that’s it! He finally understood.

Yin Sanren’s brows frowned involuntarily, and looking at Li Xun’s crazy appearance, his heart was actually a little moved.

Just at this moment, Li Xun’s eyes shot over to her, and she was startled, but then she heard Li Xun’s long laugh.

“Sword!”

Yin Sanren was stunned for a moment, then she realized that Li Xun wanted the Green Jade Sword.

She quickly calmed the ripples in her heart, reached into the void, took out the

Green Jade Sword, and handed it over. With the clang of the sword, Li Xun drew his sword from its sheath, and at the same time, he waved away his Misty Pine Iron Taoist robe, and danced with the sword with his upper body bare, laughing.

He used the “Green Smoke and Bamboo Shadow” that he was most familiar with.

The sword energy was dense and scattered in the air; it obscured the reality and the illusion, but it was also very satisfying.

Yin Sanren on the side felt in a trance that suddenly there was a green bamboo forest in front of him, expanding. It was the time of the moonlit night, and the air was clear. He heard the sound of wind blowing through the bamboo leaves. The man dancing and singing in the forest, was he Li Xun?

In the blur, it seemed that Zhong Yin was looking at him with a faint smile.

Instantly, Yin Sanren instinctively mobilized his Qi, a murderous aura emanating from him.

With a resounding clang, her hands and feet seemed to be filled with a thousand-pound weight, unable to lift them. A chill, like water, settled against the center of her throat, erasing any murderous intent.

Li Xun, his sword pressed against her throat, gazed at her with interest, chuckling, “What are you doing?”

Yin Sanren smiled

wryly, “Sorry, I just thought I saw Zhong Yin.” Li Xun was stunned by this unexpected response, then burst into laughter.

His mind was clear now, and he could sense that Yin Sanren’s words were genuine.

Undoubtedly, Yin Sanren’s keen eye had detected his mental leap, a testament to his progress.

With a smile, he sheathed his sword and ordered Yin Sanren to produce the robes of the Mingxin Sword Sect.

Yin Sanren was surprisingly obedient at this moment, silently assisting him in donning them like a charming maid.

After Li Xun finished packing, he let out a long breath and looked up at the sky.

Yes, he understood. Knowing the sword but not knowing how to wield it is bad, but if you don’t even know

how to use the sword, that’s pathetic. Compared with Li Xun back then, the Li Xun at this moment has changed from ordinary iron to a jade sword. The way to use ordinary iron on jade is like not knowing how to adapt to the situation.

And if he doesn’t even know whether he is using ordinary iron or jade, what is there to wait for?

Yes, he doesn’t know how to wield a sword now, but he can learn and practice.

From now on, every master in the world, their way of doing things, and their methods of experience are all objects of study for Li Xun.

Only an excellent swordsman knows how to control his sword.

In this regard, Li Xun still has a lot to learn.

And now, without a mentor like Zhong Yin to guide him,

Li Xun, feeling a strange mixture of emotions, turned back to Yin Sanren and said, “Shui Dielan’s words were spot on, but I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. What are your thoughts?”

The sudden change of subject startled Yin Sanren again.

It was undeniable that Li Xun, now in this moment, was no longer easy to judge by his previous standards. For a moment, Yin Sanren found it difficult to see through him.

Therefore, she had to change her approach.

After thinking seriously for a while, Yin Sanren said, “Bai Huan Die is also knowledgeable. Her method of using the Blood God Technique to refine the body is indeed wonderful. Moreover, this is probably your only way out!”

Li Xun said “Oh”, not expecting her conclusion to be so absolute. He frowned slightly and said, “What’s the reason?”

“Basically, it’s the same as Bai Huan Die. As for the others… your situation is worse now than it was then. Does that count?”

Li Xun automatically ignored her intentional or unintentional ridicule and frowned even deeper, “And there is the Yin Hua Pool…”

“Yin Hua Pool? The function of that pool is not as good as imagined.”

Yin Sanren smiled slightly and said, “I’ve also heard of the function of that pool. If my guess is correct, Mr. Gui should want you to use the method of channeling it into the body to dissolve the sharpness of the Yin Fire Pearl and gradually make it yours. However, to channel it into the body, there must be “Yin” to be transformed. But at this time, the Yin Fire spreads to your limbs and bones, merging with your tendons, bones and meridians. Is that transforming Yin, or is it transforming you? “

Li Xun thought about it carefully, and what Yin Sanren said did make sense.

However, at this moment, his mind was clearer than ever, and he also had some reservations about Yin Sanren’s reasons. Without showing any emotion, he continued to ask, “Then what is the reason for practicing “Blood God Son”? “

The corners of Yin Sanren’s lips curved slightly.

“Although I don’t want to say this, “Blood God Son” is indeed a classic work of physical cultivation in the Tongxuan Realm. Others only see the domineering “Burning Blood Essence”, but they don’t know that the most exquisite part of “Blood God Son” is still in the training of the body. You have already cultivated “No Evil Heart”, so you should have felt it too.”

Li Xun stroked his chest, thought about it again, and nodded slightly.

Indeed, when the heart is hit hard or even damaged, the flesh and blood body can actually turn into mist out of thin air and dissipate the force. This method is really hard to imagine if you have not experienced it yourself.

“That’s it. The cultivation method of the Blood God Son is actually a transformation of the body, and it’s even more thorough. Starting from the very beginning of the mind, it gradually spreads throughout the body. At the highest level, the entire body becomes as ethereal as mist, yet as solid as diamond, achieving an indestructible demonic body—”In fact, it’s more of a demonic being than a human being. This naturally dispels all alien energy, and it’s the most thorough possible!”

Li Xun’s expression froze, and after a moment, he shook his head and said, “Demonization? But Wei Bufan looks…”

“Is he cultivating the Blood God Son?”

Yin Sanren, knowing what Li Xun was thinking, spoke eloquently about the point.

“He’s quite remarkable. Based on the Blood God Son, he created his own Blood Demonic Heart Technique. It’s actually supplemented by the method of external incarnation, giving rise to blood nightmares, pushing the power of the ‘Burning Blood Essence’ to its peak, but weakening the original body-refining effects. Otherwise, how could Qingluan’s hasty attack that day have seriously injured him!”

Li Xun recalled the scene, realizing it was indeed the case.

But this also leads to another question. Wei Bufan’s recklessness and his failure to practice the authentic “Blood God Son” may have something to do with the final demonic transformation.

Just thinking about the terrifying scene of refining a person into a ball of blood mist, no matter how Li Xun’s state of mind improved, he shuddered.

He had prepared for the worst, but still didn’t expect it to be so bad.

Yin Sanren felt that he had grasped Li Xun’s thoughts again, and with a slight sense of pride, he leaned down, staring at Li Xun’s changing face, and whispered solemnly.

“If I were you, I would return to Wuyinxuan now, wait for a hundred years, abandon everything, and practice hard. Then, you can re-enter this world and dominate the world. Who would you be afraid of?”

Li Xun’s mind was clear, and he looked back coldly.

Yin Sanren laughed dumbly. “I understand. You absolutely cannot let go of these matters. Regardless of whether this choice is right or wrong, I must remind you: your health cannot be delayed any longer. Within six months, if you cannot make up your mind, the changes in your body may accumulate to a point that cannot be ignored.

” “Then you will find that your hands and feet will occasionally become uncontrollable, your limbs will become numb, your five elements will become disordered, and you may even become… paralyzed!”

After a brief pause, she smiled again. “Fortunately, even if paralysis truly occurs, as long as you are willing to grit your teeth and endure the hardships, you will be able to recover after cultivating into the Blood God Son.”

Li Xun closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again.

Now, he too smiled.

Yin Sanren looked surprised. He reached out and gently patted the beauty’s soft, radiant cheek with the back of his hand, his tone gentle.

“Think about your identity!”

Despite Yin Sanren’s deep thoughts, his chest suddenly tightened.

Li Xun smiled, observing her reaction, then continued, “I know you’re not used to this, but this impulsive recurrence…”

At this point, Li Xun’s heart suddenly surged, but he didn’t hesitate, continuing, “…It’s not good for either you or me. Calm down, okay?”

Yin Sanren straightened up calmly, a sarcastic smile on his lips, but ultimately remained silent.

Li Xun regarded her with the most normal eyes, but a question kept welling up in his mind: “Impulsive recurrence? Would she? Is this her reaction, or is it what I think she is reacting to, or is it what she thinks I think she is reacting to? “

Li Xun’s mentality changed again after retracting his gaze. He lowered his head and stamped his feet, feeling the impact of the increasingly intense movements on his body. He asked Yin Sanren with a normal expression, “Will anyone notice something is wrong like this?”

Yin Sanren glanced at him and shook his head, “I used the method of accepting Yin and Yang to smooth your breathing before. Unless you are severely injured like today, causing the imbalance of Yin and Yang in your body, it will be difficult to notice.

“Of course, if someone is particularly close to you, or transfers Qi into your body, I can’t guarantee absolute safety.”

Li Xun hummed, and was about to speak when Yin Sanren suddenly shook his head. Li Xun understood, and the two figures retreated at the same time and disappeared into the lush vegetation.

After a little while, sword lights flashed in the sky, and without stopping, they went towards the north.

Li Xun narrowed his eyes and tutted, “Sure enough, they’re heading to the City That Never Sleeps. I wonder what tricks Master Tianzhi used to get even a semi-accomplished layman, who hasn’t left the Liuli Heaven for hundreds of years, to come along… Across the way are the Demon Phoenix, the Azure Luan, the Kunpeng, and the Demonic Rattle—five of the Seven Demons of the Universe. Oh, should we invite the Water Butterfly Orchid to join in the fun?”

Yin Sanren glanced at him but didn’t join in the fun. Li Xun wasn’t surprised, and he shifted his attention to the matter at hand.

He undoubtedly held a grudge. Since the Luoyu Sect hadn’t struck him dead with a single blow, they should be prepared to bear the consequences.

Of course, before that, he needs to return to the dark – if Luoyu Zong appears and the assassination target that has been locked on suddenly disappears, what kind of expression will he have?