There's no need to pretend to be a god or a ghost; just kill them all.
He immediately formed another hand seal, and a black curtain that connected heaven and earth shot towards Mo Qi.
The Qiankun Ring blazed, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite, instantly engulfed in a fierce inferno.
Mo Qi's entire body was enveloped in a golden radiance, as if a divine being had descended.
Nangong Zhen Dong steadied his mind and said, "Putting on a show!"
He continuously infused spiritual energy, strengthening the black curtain and sweeping it towards Mo Qi.
Mo Qi, wrapped in golden light, held the Qiankun Ring aloft, resembling a golden sun. He tore through the light curtain and then roared forward, striking the Tian Mu Sword with a thunderous crash. The sword was violently sent flying back.
The Qiankun Ring continued its arc. Nangong Zhen Dong was greatly alarmed and hastily unleashed his full cultivation, raising his palms to meet the attack.
The golden mass descended from the sky. Nangong Zhen Dong let out a muffled groan, his entire body feeling as if it were crushed by a mountain, instantly shrinking a few inches.
He then collapsed onto the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Qi also fell to the ground. When he regained control of his body, he stood up and looked at everything before him, astonished. "This is too incredible."
Nangong Zhen Dong had been reduced to a dwarf, his cultivation severely damaged. Seeing that Mo Qi did not press his advantage, he fled in disgrace.
Murong Mu also beat a hasty retreat.
Mo Qi was deeply moved. "Yan, I love you to death."
Yuwen Yan was somewhat weary. "Stop being so mushy. You don't even know what I'll look like in the future, and you're making such declarations. Is that necessary?"
Mo Qi said dismissively, "People always say that if you like someone, you should like their soul..."
"Stop being so smug. Your words don't match your actions. Xue Ying, Chao Xixue, Lu Xiaoyue – aren't they all beauties beyond compare?"
"This," Mo Qi hesitated, "is just a coincidence..."
Mentioning Xue Nu and Lu Xiaoyue, Mo Qi suddenly remembered that they were probably still fighting.
He immediately sped off and saw Nangong Yun and Nangong Zhen Bei fleeing.
It turned out that after Lu Xiaoyue and Xue Nu retreated, they were initially on the defensive and in perilous situations. Later, Ming Yue Ye, Tong Wu Qi, Du Gu Jun, and Chang Yu Huan joined the fray. The battle became fierce and evenly matched, reaching a stalemate.
Later, Nangong Yun and Nangong Zhen Bei, seeing Nangong Zhen Dong flee, also ran away. Thus, Lu Xiaoyue and Xue Nu were safe and sound.
Mo Qi felt greatly relieved and was about to go and rendezvous with them when he saw a crowd pouring out from another fork in the path.
A white light flashed left and right, darting like a cornered rat. Pursuers were frantically chasing it, sometimes grappling with each other in an intense struggle.
Mo Qi frowned. "Haven't they finished fighting yet? When will this end?"
He looked up and saw many people standing with their hands on their hips, observing from the sidelines, all waiting to reap the benefits.
Mo Qi's heart sank halfway. It seemed waiting was not an option.
If you're smart, they're not fools either!
Just as he was lamenting, the white light suddenly flew directly towards him.
Mo Qi expected it to change direction when it got close, so he watched intently, trying to see which way it would turn, and then he would pounce in that direction.
The pursuers behind it surged towards Mo Qi.
The white light flashed and then plunged directly into Mo Qi's storage bag.
At that moment, everyone froze. Mo Qi was also stunned for a long time.
The Ding Long Pearl had walked right into a trap!
To Xue Nu and Lu Xiaoyue, it was as if the treasure had recognized its master.
Their eyes were filled with pride.
A moment later, someone in the crowd shouted, "Rob it!"
The crowd surged towards Mo Qi like a tidal wave.
Mo Qi's face turned green as he looked at the dense crowd. He immediately turned and fled back into the cave.
The crowd also pursued them down the side path, some flying in the air, others rushing on the ground, creating utter chaos.
Just then, a thunderous roar erupted from the sky, striking the entrance of the side path.
After a cloud of black smoke dissipated, the ground at the cave entrance turned scorched black.
Centered on the cave entrance, the scorched blackness spread outwards, like dark clouds obscuring the sky, rapidly consuming the earth. Wherever it passed, the ground turned scorched black.
Some people were very alert and sensed that something was strange, so they cautiously retreated, avoiding the spreading blackness.
But more people paid no attention, thinking the blackness was merely staining the soil and wouldn't harm anyone.
However, the moment they stepped onto the stained land, their entire bodies were struck as if by lightning. Black smoke instantly billowed out, and they turned into charcoal, collapsing on the ground.
Those flying in the air were not spared. As soon as they flew over the black land, their bodies were struck by lightning, instantly turning into charcoal and falling to the ground.
The rest were all terrified and retreated rapidly. The ink-black color continued to swiftly consume the ground inch by inch. Some who were too slow to retreat instantly turned into charcoal.
Mo Qi was in the same predicament. The black earth was continuously extending into the cave, forcing Mo Qi to spread his body and continue climbing upwards along the passage.
Seeing Mo Qi fleeing upwards, and unable to reach the other side, Lu Xiaoyue and Xue Nu could only retreat downwards with the crowd.
As they retreated, they looked back at Mo Qi. After a moment, he disappeared from their sight, and a sense of loss filled their hearts.
Mo Qi fled upwards, looking back at the speed at which the black substance was spreading. The more he looked, the more despairing he became. The blackness showed no signs of slowing down, continuously advancing.
Mo Qi grew anxious. If he continued like this, he would surely die!
Although this path was rumored to lead to the celestial realm, no one had ever actually reached it from here.
Therefore, continuing down this path would ultimately lead to a dead end.
Mo Qi ran with increasing despair. At one point, he almost gave up. He thought that living for another moment was better, and the world was so beautiful...
He also imagined that perhaps this path had no end.
If there was no end, he would just keep running, at most getting a little tired.
However, what he feared most was precisely what happened.
After running an unknown distance, he could go no further. Ahead was a stone wall; there was no path.
Did this mean that this was also the end of his life?
Looking back, the blackness was still relentlessly and tirelessly spreading, like a ferocious beast that had cornered him, tearing towards him.
Mo Qi was greatly terrified and frantically patted the stone wall. The stone wall was cold and exceptionally hard.
Mo Qi was completely despairing.
He prepared to wait for death!
Suddenly, he saw that the stone wall to his side seemed faint and ethereal, not like solid rock. He immediately ran over and pushed it.
With this push, ripples formed around his body, and he sank into those ripples.
Looking up, everything around him was a vast expanse of white, shrouded in mist. Below was empty space, yet when he stepped on it, it felt solid.
Looking back, there was a shimmering, colorful light curtain behind him. The blackness seemed to be blocked by it, unable to encroach further.
"Where is this place?" Mo Qi couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know," Yuwen Yan replied.
Mo Qi walked forward, stepping cautiously, fearing he might suddenly fall.
Fortunately, after walking a very long distance, he did not fall.
His courage grew, and he began to walk with more confidence.
After an unknown distance, a stone chamber appeared ahead. Mo Qi entered without hesitation.
The air suddenly turned cold, and a chilling wind blew. The stone chamber was like another world compared to the outside. The outside was warm as spring, while the inside was as cold as winter.
The stone chamber was spacious. What greeted his eyes was an ice bed, and on it lay a person. Even from a great distance, he could sense that the person had no life.
For some reason, at that moment, Mo Qi thought of Zhen Zhen.
He quickly walked over and looked at the face of the corpse, immediately struck by its beauty!
A face without a single flaw, and a figure that was impeccably proportioned – slender where it should be, voluptuous where it should be. Whether heavily or lightly made up, she was always striking.
Mo Qi's heart wavered as he gazed. It seemed as if, at some moment, her eyes opened, but upon closer inspection, her eyes were clearly tightly shut.
"Who is this person? Why would she be placed in this location?" Mo Qi asked, full of confusion.
Yuwen Yan thought for a moment and said, "I've heard a legend. In ancient times, the Wu clan and the human race united to defeat the demon race and jointly ruled the heavenly court and the world. Later, the dragon race rebelled against the heavenly court again. Under the strong intervention of the Ancestral Witch and the Human Heavenly Sage, the dragon race was defeated, and the Ancestral Dragon transformed into the earth. However, the Ancestral Dragon retained its spirit and still controlled this land, frequently causing trouble and threatening the people of the Southern Continent and even the heavenly court. At this time, the Witch Ancestor's Saintess, at the cost of her own life, used her lifelong spiritual power to suppress the Ancestral Dragon's spiritual energy. She herself suffered a backlash and perished. It is said that the Witch Ancestor sealed her corpse in a certain underground cave in the Southern Continent, partly to continue suppressing the Ancestral Dragon, and partly to await an opportunity for rebirth."
"You don't think this woman is the Witch Ancestor's Saintess, do you?" Mo Qi asked, glancing at the woman on the ice bed.
"There's a possibility," Yuwen Yan replied.
Looking at the hairpin on the woman's head, the pearl ornaments on her forehead and neck, and the gold trim and gems inlaid on her clothes, Mo Qi felt it was somewhat wasteful. He reached out to take the pearl ornament from her head. As his hand just touched the pearl, his heart suddenly tightened, as if something was pressing down on him.
He instinctively jumped back. When he looked again, the woman's eyes were still tightly shut, appearing exceptionally serene.
Mo Qi touched his chest, feeling lingering fear. "What was that?"
Yuwen Yan, however, seemed unusually excited. "She still has a trace of remnant soul within her. If that's the case, I can use her body to revive."
Mo Qi, however, was somewhat worried. "If, as you say, she is some Witch Ancestor's Saintess, then her cultivation must be incredibly powerful. If you borrow her body to revive, you might awaken her soul, and she might devour yours instead. Perhaps the opportunity they are waiting for is for someone to walk into a trap."
Yuwen Yan said dismissively, "It's okay, I'm willing to take that risk. I think this body is worth the gamble. Moreover, this Witch Ancestor's Saintess cared deeply for the common people and had a benevolent heart. Even if I die, if it can bring her back to life, it's worth it."
Mo Qi said resolutely, "But I won't let you take that risk."
After speaking, he looked away, worried that if he continued to gaze at that peerless beauty, he might waver.
As he looked up, he saw golden light flashing in mid-air. A scroll had somehow appeared.
Mo Qi reached out, and the scroll fell into his hand. He immediately felt his body tremble as if he held something of immense value. Upon closer inspection, the scroll bore several large characters: Wu Shen Tong Tian Nian Li Jue.