Futile Devices Scans

Elio’s Notes: This has been a looooong chapter. Enjoy! ^o^

Chen Yixin lifted his chin to meet Wenren Li’s kiss. Their lips and tongues intertwined, lingering in a profound, boundless affection.

As the kiss ended, their breaths were completely disarrayed. Chen Yixin genuinely felt a sense of disdain for this mortal body; otherwise, he could have continued kissing Wenren Li for an eternity. He cherished the feeling of being joined at the lips and teeth, an intimacy pushed to its absolute limit.

“A-Li…” Chen Yixin called out, his voice already transformed. He kept his neck arched as Wenren Li’s fragmented kisses fell in succession—neither too light nor too heavy—his breath sweeping across the hypersensitive skin at the side of Chen Yixin’s neck.

“A-Li,” Chen Yixin called once more. He playfully teased Wenren Li’s hair, his hand sliding along the strands to slip inside Wenren Li’s robes. He stroked and pinched, deeply enjoying the tactile sensation.

“Does A-Li truly comprehend?” Chen Yixin couldn’t help but ask. Judging by Wenren Li’s daily reactions, the man was as pure-hearted as could be. To suddenly skip to the final step… he wondered if the man truly understood what he was doing.

Wenren Li lifted Chen Yixin into a half-embrace, shifting his kisses directly down from the neck toward the chest. Chen Yixin gasped, not daring to provoke him further. Yet, after a moment, he murmured, “I once held a flower in my mouth for A-Li, so A-Li isn’t losing out here.”

“Hey…” With one hand braced against the bedding and the other gripping Wenren Li’s hair, Chen Yixin’s face flushed crimson. He seemed to want to flee from this maddening sensation, yet also wanted to respond. His legs grew stiff and sore until, finally, he surrendered everything.

His face darkened slightly; he hadn’t anticipated himself reaching the end so abruptly…

“A-Rong,” Wenren Li lifted his head and gently brushed the corner of his mouth. The faint crimson in his eyes deepened. He lowered his head to continue kissing, moving upward inch by inch until his gaze met Chen Yixin’s stirred yet conflicted eyes. He placed a kiss on the center of Chen Yixin’s brow.

“Is A-Rong happy?”

“I am,” Chen Yixin replied. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with his own performance, he genuinely felt happy facing Wenren Li’s efforts. He hooked his legs upward, resting them directly over Wenren Li’s waist, then pulled Wenren Li down by the neck to whisper in his ear, “I want A-Li to be happy, too.”

He held no obsession over who was positioned above or below; he only cared that they were truly becoming one.

“I am happy,” Wenren Li said. In an instant, his own disheveled robes vanished into nothingness. They met skin to skin. The smile at the corner of Chen Yixin’s mouth brightened; he began to tease the man with touches and kisses, while Wenren Li found the proper position.

This illusory realm was exceptionally vivid. Every sensation was profoundly real—be it the trembling of the body or the quivering of the divine soul. It allowed them to experience the true meaning of the pleasures of close intimacy in a couple and the depths of secular desire.

Outside the wooden hut, the flower fields—much like the flora in the palace of Chaotic Demon City—began to grow and spread wildly. Even inside the hut, flowers bloomed one after another across the floor. Vines climbed the walls, and with the hut as the center, a sea of flowers surged outward.

Chen Yixin and Wenren Li drifted amidst the ocean of desire, finding it impossible to stop.

Chen Yixin realized he had truly underestimated Wenren Li. Setting aside the man’s thirty thousand years of experience, his current physical constitution and profound cultivation base alone were enough to make him difficult to endure—to say nothing of that maddening endurance.

Chen Yixin’s toes curled, his entire body flushed red, and his breath hitching in an uneven rhythm. His hands scratched at Wenren Li’s back, yet he remained trapped in this maddening state.

“A-Li, it should be enough now…” Though he wouldn’t be physically harmed, the prolonged feeling of having nothing to hold onto was more than an ordinary person could bear.

Wenren Li lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to Chen Yixin’s lips, finally stopping. Compared to Chen Yixin’s semi-conscious state, his own interest had only just been piqued. However, he knew he couldn’t keep tormenting him; Chen Yixin truly wouldn’t be able to handle it.

His kisses continued to cover Chen Yixin’s cheeks, moving from the forehead down to the neck and across his entire body. He pulled over the red quilt, wrapping them together as they lay there.

Chen Yixin didn’t fall asleep immediately. Once he regained his senses, he embraced the man back, his expression peaceful and beautiful. “This wedding doesn’t count. When we return to the Demon Palace, we must marry again and have another bridal chamber night.”

“Fine,” Wenren Li agreed naturally. He gently patted Chen Yixin, but suddenly his gaze turned sharp. With a wave of his hand, several people attempting to enter this Land of Inheritance were instantly reduced to nothingness.

Chen Yixin slept peacefully through the night. When he woke again, he was still in Wenren Li’s arms, but they were no longer within the illusion of the Land of Inheritance. Both he and Wenren Li were fully clothed; the night before felt like nothing more than a spring dream.

Chen Yixin blinked and met Wenren Li’s eyes. Surprisingly, the usually bashful Wenren Li didn’t look shy, while Chen Yixin’s own thin-skinned face turned red. However, when he noticed the delayed flush creeping up Wenren Li’s cheeks, Chen Yixin regained his composure.

He wrapped his arms around Wenren Li’s neck, planting a kiss on both his cheek and lips. “Even if it was just a dream, it felt real to us. Don’t worry, A-Li, I won’t break my word.”

Wenren Li gently tilted Chen Yixin’s chin up and took the initiative to give him a long, lingering kiss. He only let go when he saw Chen Yixin’s cheeks flush with the same heat as in the illusion.

Hearing this, Chen Yixin couldn’t help but lick his lips. While he was clearly no match for Wenren Li in physical stamina, he always wanted the upper hand in verbal sparring. He savored the moment and said, “A-Li is very sweet.”

Originally, he wasn’t such a clingy person, but facing Wenren Li, he had naturally mastered the art of being “sticky.” He enjoyed it and was willing—what else could he do?

They embraced for a while longer before standing up. Although Chen Yixin hadn’t yet obtained any Inheritance Crystal, the phantom image at the center of his brow was twice as distinct as before. Wenren Li kissed it once more, masking it from view.

As they stepped out of the low door, the surroundings showed more signs of fighting than when they had entered. The true opening of the Burning Heaven Nether Palace had not yet arrived, but various sects and clans had already used special methods to send their genius disciples inside. Their goal was, of course, the Inheritance Crystals of the Land of Inheritance.

There were only six crystals in total. Counting the Black Crystal obtained a century ago, Chen Yixin alone possessed three. The remaining three crystals were fiercely contested by disciples from various sects, and even then, their chances of success were slim.

“The Burning Heaven Nether Palace has existed for an extended period, which is why these loopholes exist. However, A-Rong, don’t worry. You are different from them,” Wenren Li said, holding Chen Yixin’s hand as they strolled leisurely through the gardens of the Demon Palace.

“Oh?” Chen Yixin didn’t feel particularly different, except for being more handsome than most.

“Although you transferred the cultivation technique away, the mark from that time remained within your divine soul. You are the chosen successor of the Burning Heaven Nether Palace. Unless something happens to Chen Yixin, no one else could obtain the true Inheritance Mark.”

Wenren Li suspected that the ancient curse targeting Chen Yixin’s soul might be connected to this Burning Heaven Inheritance.

“I understand,” Chen Yixin nodded, not showing much excitement. His other hand traced the jade pendant around his neck. He felt that among the memories Yun Yazi had erased, there was something of immense importance—something even Wenren Li might not be aware of.

“A-Rong’s constitution is indeed unique. Even I have never encountered anything like it before.”

Having lived for thirty thousand years, Wenren Li had encountered countless individuals and experienced numerous events. However, he had never encountered anyone with Chen Yixin’s unique constitution, which was not even documented in ancient texts.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Chen Yixin inquired, tilting his head. If there wasn’t a concern, Wenren Li wouldn’t have brought it up so directly.

“I’m not certain yet. However, when we engage in Dual Cultivation, I can examine it thoroughly for you.” As Wenren Li spoke, he met Chen Yixin’s gaze, and his face inexplicably flushed. He hadn’t intended any particular meaning behind those words, but under Chen Yixin’s gaze, his imagination ran wild.

Before Wenren Li could fully comprehend his own change in demeanor, Chen Yixin pressed a sweet kiss onto his cheek.

“A-Li is so adorable.” The road ahead was vast and uncertain, but with Wenren Li by his side, Chen Yixin felt a sense of security and protection. This feeling of being pampered and cherished was unique and wonderful.

They continued their journey until they reached a chain bridge that seemed incredibly familiar to Chen Yixin. It was here that Wenren Li had once exhausted his spiritual and soul forms for him. It was also likely here that Yun Yazi had forcibly erased part of his memory.

Although the memories were gone, the sorrow and pride that remained from that time had never faded from his heart. He tightened his grip on Wenren Li’s hand. His lips parted as if to speak, but he ultimately chose to remain silent.

Just like a hundred years ago, he had to cross the bridge. For the same reason—he hoped that one day, he could be the one to protect Wenren Li.

Wenren Li tapped the center of his brow, and his spiritual sapling intertwined itself around the necklace on Chen Yixin’s neck. They stood together for a moment longer before Wenren Li finally released Chen Yixin’s hand. “I will wait for you here.”

He met Chen Yixin’s gaze and drew him into a brief embrace. “I promise.”

The events of a hundred years ago would never happen again.

Chen Yixin returned the embrace and stepped back, his hand brushing against the necklace once more. With a firm tug, he pulled it into his palm. He placed the small sapling on his shoulder and then took the two ends of the necklace’s red string, looping them around Wenren Li’s neck and tying them securely.

“I don’t have many valuable possessions. I hope A-Li doesn’t judge me for this.”

This “don’t judge me” carried the weight of the fact that he had once given it to the wrong person and had asked Wenren Li not to mind.

Wenren Li held the pendant, his expression showing a hint of hesitation. Chen Yixin gave him a gentle smile and began walking toward the chain bridge with the little sapling.

He understood Wenren Li’s hesitation wasn’t due to disdain, but because he recognized the significance of the pendant to Chen Yixin. To Chen Yixin, it was essentially equivalent to Wenren Li’s spiritual and soul forms. Although it lacked sentience, it was akin to having a second life.

By tying this jade pendant to Wenren Li, he was signaling his willingness to sacrifice his own life for Wenren Li’s in a moment of mortal peril.

“A-Li wants to give me the best, so I can only offer A-Li the only thing I possess.”

As Chen Yixin spoke, he gently stroked the little sapling, its rootlets peeking out. He tilted his head toward it, and the sapling hesitated for a brief moment before offering its flower bud for Chen Yixin to kiss.

Chen Yixin narrowed his eyes, his smile radiant.

Teasing the little sapling, he swept his gaze across the surroundings. He felt no sense of strangeness here; Yun Yazi hadn’t dared to tamper too much with his memories regarding this Central Palace.

On the surface, this place appeared to be a single palace with multiple doors for entry and exit, but it was actually a vast Phantom Maze Array. Reaching the true Inheritance Hall was no simple task.

Once bitten, twice shy—or in this case, a second visit meant a familiar path. Chen Yixin swiftly moved in and out of the doors, his eyes darting around until they suddenly lit up. He moved toward one door but abruptly shifted directions just as he lifted his foot.

He stepped into the door and began to run rapidly, weaving through several more transitions. Suddenly, he came to a halt, facing someone. “Zhou Yan!”

The little sapling had warned him that they were being followed. Naturally, Chen Yixin would never lead a pursuer onto the correct path.

“Yi-er,” Zhou Yan stood motionless, a customary smile surfacing on his face. He looked just as kind as he had the first time Chen Yixin met him. Back then, that kindness was genuine; now, it was a different story. Their friendship had long since soured.

“It wasn’t in vain that you accompanied me in the Burning Heaven Nether Palace for ten years. Perhaps today, you shall gain something.”

Years ago, while Chen Yixin was searching for his soul within the Burning Heaven Nether Palace, Zhou Yan had come to persuade him to leave, even staying by his side for over a decade. It seemed that during those ten years, Zhou Yan had obtained his own rewards within the palace; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to bypass Wenren Li’s perception to enter the Central Palace.

As Chen Yixin spoke, the bell on his ankle gave a soft chime. In a flash, he shifted to the front of another door. Despite being a mortal, he was far more than a simple human because he held the Inheritance Mark within this Burning Heaven Nether Palace.

Chen Yixin reached out and caught the little sapling just as it was about to leap out. He brought it to his lips for a soothing kiss before tucking it into his robes.

“There is no need for A-Li to strike on my behalf here.” Compared to Wenren Li’s physical and soul forms, the sapling’s cultivation was much weaker. Chen Yixin couldn’t bear the thought of it being harmed by Zhou Yan.

Besides, since he had mastered “that dance,” there was no reason not to use it—especially since it was a dance designed for killing.

To the untrained eye, Zhou Yan appeared to be in his thirties, but he was actually over two hundred years old. When Chen Yixin first arrived at the Jade Cauldron Sect at the age of nine, it was Zhou Yan who took care of him. As Senior Brother and Junior Brother, Chen Yixin had always held a positive view of him.

However, when a heart decides to change, who can stop it? Their past affection vanished the moment Zhou Yan plotted against him. Their next encounter would be a struggle for life and death.

The bell on Chen Yixin’s left ankle chimed rhythmically. Six ice-blue Xuan Birds, condensed from spiritual energy, began to circle him. Every time Zhou Yan attempted to draw near, they pushed him back.

“To see Yi-er again and have you perform a dance for me… I am truly… overjoyed.”

A trace of obsession flickered in Zhou Yan’s eyes as he watched Chen Yixin. He stopped trying to advance and instead took two steps back, trying to strike at Chen Yixin with words. “Yi-er…”

“Zhou Yan, you are truly disgusting.”

Chen Yixin slowly withdrew his movements. The six spiritual Xuan Birds suddenly reversed direction, flying toward Chen Yixin himself. Amidst a flood of spiritual light, Zhou Yan lunged forward, but not a trace of Chen Yixin’s silhouette or aura remained.

No matter how powerful that dance was, a mortal trying to kill a Golden Core True Person was no different from a mayfly trying to shake a giant tree. However, it was more than enough to distract Zhou Yan and seize the opportunity to escape.

“A-Li, don’t be angry. When I see him again, I’ll gouge his eyes out.” Was his, Chen Yixin’s, dance something to be watched so easily? Since Zhou Yan had seen it, he might as well lose his eyes.

They passed through several more doors before entering a palace bathed in a mesmerizing blue light. Chen Yixin made his way straight to a stone statue with an obscured face. He settled into a cross-legged position and began his meditation, seeking enlightenment.

The longer he lingered in the Central Palace, the more challenging things would become for Wenren Li outside. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Within this Inheritance Hall, there were six such statues. Years ago, Chen Yixin had meditated before each one, relying solely on Inheritance Crystals to gain entry. As a result, he had only received one-sixth of the inheritance.

Now, he possessed half of the Inheritance Mark, and Wenren Li would continue to send him more Inheritance Crystals from the outside. Determined to obtain the complete Inheritance, he was resolute in ensuring that the hundred years of wasted time were not in vain.

As Chen Yixin was fully engrossed in meditation, a small sapling poked its head out from his robes. Its rootlets gently brushed against his cheek before it hopped onto the ground. Its flower bud tapped his body, and instantly, the person sitting on the floor vanished from both sight and spiritual sense.

The little sapling hopped out of the Inheritance Hall. With a shift of spiritual power, a spiritual body resembling a three-to-four-year-old child materialized. This transformation was a result of the sapling’s growth, facilitated by the clay pot Chen Yixin had provided after Wenren Li’s recent awakening. Chen Yixin hadn’t anticipated the outcome to be a mere toddler.

Dressed in dark green robes adorned with emerald hair, he bore a brown mark at the center of his brow. His eyes were a deep, translucent dark green—exceptionally captivating. With rounded cheeks, red lips, and snow-white teeth, he exuded an appearance reminiscent of a celestial child sculpted from exquisite jade.

Despite his expression being far too mature for his age, it did not diminish his adorable presence in the slightest.

Wenren Li, his expression turning slightly stiff, looked at himself. However, the stiffness only made his chubby little face appear more endearing. He glanced behind him before heading toward the spot where Chen Yixin had trapped Zhou Yan.

Chen Yixin was familiar with this Land of Inheritance, and Wenren Li was no exception. His exploration of this place was just as thorough as his own Li Kui Demon Palace. In fact, he could move in and out without strictly adhering to the local rules.

In the secular world, Zhou Yan was a prince. He had joined the Jade Cauldron Sect at the age of twelve. Due to his Single-Element Spiritual Root talent, he was taken in as a disciple by Yun Yazi as soon as he joined the sect. His status was transcendent, and he had always enjoyed the admiration and respect of the lower-ranking disciples.

In terms of temperament, Zhou Yan truly embodied the characteristics of a cultivator of the Immortal Path—ethereal and untainted by dust. Even now, trapped in a Phantom Maze Array with no way forward or back, he showed no signs of irritation or dejection. He never dared to underestimate his Junior Brother, even now.

If he hadn’t feared disturbing the secluded Yun Yazi, he wouldn’t have allowed Chen Yixin to return to the Zhenhai Chen Clan alive. Yet here they were; in less than a year and a half, his Junior Brother was back before him, talking and laughing, baring his fangs and claws.

As Wenren Li stepped forward, Zhou Yan didn’t even turn around. A smile played on his lips. “Yi-er, stop playing around.”

“Is ‘A-Rong’s’ name something the likes of you can call?” Yi-er, Yi-er… It was likely that even Chen Yixin’s biological parents had never called him that, yet Zhou Yan spoke it with such practiced familiarity.

When Wenren Li spoke, his voice was purely that of a tender child. He pursed his lips, suddenly disinclined to speak further.

He had maintained this form for three thousand years. It wasn’t that he couldn’t adapt; as an immortal “demon child,” most of his encounters in that form were unpleasant memories.

Zhou Yan turned to face Wenren Li, a hint of wariness in his expression. “Who are you?”

“I am A-Rong’s Dao Companion,” Wenren Li replied indifferently. With a wave of his hand, green spiritual light erupted, instantly binding Zhou Yan to the six Xuan Birds.

Red spiritual light enveloped Zhou Yan’s body, but to his astonishment, he couldn’t break free from Wenren Li’s spell. Before Wenren Li, he had no power to resist.

“Are you the Li Kui Demon Lord?” Zhou Yan’s brow furrowed. The Li Kui Demon Lord was the most enigmatic figure in the Southern Territory, and his ancient heritage was undeniable. There was even a consensus among the Immortal Path and the Demon Sects: they could fight as they pleased, but they must never cross the Demon Lord of the Li Kui Realm.

The Li Kui Demon Lord held a unique and transcendent status in the Taixuan Cultivation World, which had always puzzled Zhou Yan.

When the Li Kui Demon Palace announced their intention to propose marriage to the Zhenhai Chen Clan, other demon cultivators and loose cultivators with designs on Chen Yixin refrained from showing their faces. Zhou Yan had initially intended to let a loose cultivator from overseas marry Chen Yixin.

Wenren Li, unimpressed by Zhou Yan’s question, stepped closer and gave the spiritual rope a gentle tug. Zhou Yan stumbled, landing face-first on the ground with a resounding thud.

“You can’t kill me here…” Zhou Yan stammered, but the conviction in his voice wavered. He had witnessed the awe-inspiring power of Soul Transformation experts countless times and couldn’t afford to underestimate them.

Wenren Li acknowledged Zhou Yan’s point but swiftly raised his foot, stepping directly onto his face.

“Trying to devour your master… you must have remembered something.” Despite Wenren Li’s childish tone, Zhou Yan found the words shocking, like a bolt of divine lightning.

Zhou Yan froze, unable to conceal his emotions, which Wenren Li swiftly captured.

“A servant who devours his master deserves death!” Wenren Li’s words were like a judgment, pressing down until Zhou Yan’s face contorted in agony. A mysterious aura surged through his body, surpassing the capabilities of a Golden Core True Person.

Terrified, Zhou Yan wanted to flee, but Wenren Li couldn’t stop him. However, he would ensure that the man left something behind.

Green spiritual energy transformed into a sharp blade and plunged directly into Zhou Yan’s Sea of Consciousness, forcibly extracting an Inheritance Crystal. Simultaneously, the blade slashed downward across his eyes, causing two eyeballs to fall to the floor.

Wenren Li hadn’t forgotten Chen Yixin’s earlier remark about gouging out Zhou Yan’s eyes; he had now rendered the man blind.

With a pitiful scream, Zhou Yan transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the Central Palace, simultaneously exiting the Burning Heaven Nether Palace.

As Wenren Li observed the spot where the void had been breached, he began refining the Inheritance Mark with his spiritual power. To his surprise, he discovered a curse left behind by Zhou Yan. He frowned slightly, realizing that Zhou Yan wasn’t the only one who had followed them.

Wenren Li’s dark green eyes gradually dimmed, and he walked toward the hall where Chen Yixin was. Just as he entered, he saw Chen Yixin standing at the entrance with a stern expression. Initially, Chen Yixin’s gaze was filled with surprise, but it soon turned cold and stern.

“Come here.”

Wenren Li’s steps faltered slightly, and he hesitated to proceed with the spell to turn back into a little sapling.

Chen Yixin looked down at Wenren Li, who only reached his thigh. He bent down and scooped the boy up, his expression still unyielding. “Where did you go?”

“To retrieve A-Rong’s belongings,” Wenren Li replied. His chubby little fist still clutched a crystal—the Inheritance Crystal he had just purified. He brushed it lightly against Chen Yixin’s brow, and the crystal merged into the phantom image of the mark.

“You went to find Zhou Yan?” Chen Yixin’s eyes narrowed as he realized what Wenren Li had done. “Did he touch you?”

Even in his childlike form, Wenren Li couldn’t bear the thought of Chen Yixin being touched, let alone harmed. A murderous aura surged from Chen Yixin, startling even Wenren Li.

“I stepped on his face, pierced his Sea of Consciousness, and gouged out his eyes…”

Wenren Li’s words left him unsure if he had been “touched” by Zhou Yan.

Amidst his confusion, Chen Yixin, who had been filled with murderous rage moments ago, suddenly tilted his head and began “wolfishly” kissing him. “A-Li, this expression is truly adorable.”

Chen Yixin wasn’t one to be deterred by Wenren Li’s size. Regardless of whether Wenren Li was a tender sprout or an ancient relic, he was determined to “devour” him.

Chen Yixin spent a considerable amount of time kissing and fussing over the “Little Tree Spirit” version of Wenren Li before finally stopping his teasing. He settled back down in front of the stone statue but kept Wenren Li on his lap, encircling him in an embrace.

“A-Li, remember that you are the most important person to me. As for those people, we’ll have ample opportunities to deal with them.”

Meeting Chen Yixin’s serious yet concerned gaze, Wenren Li nodded. “Mn.”

“Good A-Li,” Chen Yixin smiled, rubbing those soft, tender cheeks before closing his eyes to continue his meditation.

Wenren Li, small in stature, found it challenging to conceal the flush on his cheeks. He tilted his crimson face upward, gazing at the stone statue. A radiant light danced in his eyes, revealing the intricate features carved into the stone. The face was an exquisite masterpiece, a rarity found only in the heavens or on earth, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Chen Yixin.

Over ten thousand years ago, the old Sect Leader of the Heaven’s Secret Sect had spoken of the “Lost Pearl of the Upper Realm” to Wenren Li. He had even warned him, “Lord Li, he has come to Taixuan to undergo a trial. He may be here to ‘kill you to prove his Dao’. Be prepared.”

Driven by this preparation, Wenren Li had ventured into the Southern Territory and ascended to the status of a true Demon Lord. Earlier, his soul form had entered the Burning Heaven Nether Palace to study the matters of the Upper Realm. However, he had not anticipated that before he could gain significant knowledge, he would find himself entangled in a marriage bond with Chen Yixin.

Chen Yixin was undeniably Chen Yixin. Even if his past life had been someone from the Upper Realm, in this life, he was the Chen Yixin who had become his Dao Companion. The past held no sway over their present or future.

With a sigh, Wenren Li closed his eyes. Fifteen minutes later, his transformed spiritual body could no longer sustain him, and he reverted to his original form—a small sapling. He nestled comfortably into Chen Yixin’s robes, finding solace in his presence.

At that moment, Chen Yixin opened his eyes. A beam of clear light from the stone statue touched his brow, and the phantom of the Inheritance Mark reappeared. He stood up and moved to the next statue to continue his meditation.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Wenren Li (his main body and other forms) finally discovered the remaining two Inheritance Crystals. He walked to the chain bridge and threw them in. The crystals flew on their own accord, reaching the Great Hall shortly thereafter and merging into Chen Yixin’s brow.

The phantom was no longer a phantom; it transformed into an ice-blue flame. The six stone statues trembled slightly, forming a pillar of fire that enveloped Chen Yixin.

Simultaneously, above the Central Palace, dragons soared and phoenixes danced amidst auspicious clouds. The passage from the outside world into the Burning Heaven Nether Palace opened ahead of schedule. The numerous cultivators waiting outside were startled but promptly disregarded all previous agreements and swarmed into the secret realm.

Nan Ke, Wu Fei, and the others who had arrived with the red palanquin also entered. Before they could search for Wenren Li, he found them first. “Lie low for now.”

“Yes,” Nan Ke and the others obeyed his orders and vanished again.

However, he didn’t go anywhere else; he remained on guard by the chain bridge in front of the palace. Anyone who approached was transported to the Burning Hell through a formation. But this couldn’t last forever. He could move cultivators below the Soul Transformation stage without a sound, but he couldn’t do the same to Soul Transformation stage cultivators without being detected.

“This bridge… oh my. At least six or seven Soul Transformation stage experts must have perished here to leave behind such a terrifying aura.” Hei Yu and You Ruo arrived together. After sensing the area, Hei Yu’s expression turned grim.

In Taixuan, reaching the Soul Transformation stage was the limit. In battles between the same rank, it was difficult for anyone to kill another. Most Soul Transformation stage cultivators simply reached the end of their lifespan and died of old age, but the aura here clearly indicated they had been slaughtered.

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