3: Chapter 3 Corpse Mountain Range, Who is the Hunter?

Several days later, Soul Realm.

When Yao Yao stepped across the suspended stone bridge in those strappy black sandals, the silver bells on her ankles jingled much more urgently than usual.

The members of the Hun Clan on the path heard the ringing from afar and automatically cleared a path—in the Soul Realm, the more urgently the silver bells rang, the worse Yao Yao's mood was, and when Yao Yao was in a bad mood, the best way to handle it was to stay far away.

She pulled a blood-red jade slip from her sleeve and didn't even bother to announce herself when she pushed open the door to Hun Feng's sleeping quarters.

Hun Feng was sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed, regulating his breathing, with black and blood-colored Dou Qi flames slowly circulating around his body.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he didn't even lift his eyelids and spoke lazily: "Entering my room without knocking, Yao Yao, you've grown quite bold lately."

"Young Master, the matter you asked me to investigate has been clarified." It was rare for Yao Yao not to banter back; the usual smile in her peach-blossom eyes was replaced by a rare solemnity.

She walked straight up to Hun Feng, tapped the jade slip with her fingertip, and a map made of condensed Dou Qi unfolded between them.

The map marked the southwest of the Central Plains, a mountain range highlighted in dark red; the shape of the mountains resembled a twisted corpse, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Corpse Burial Mountain Range.

Hun Feng finally opened his eyes. He glanced at the map, then at Yao Yao's expression, and already had an idea in his mind.

"Is Xiao Yan's target here?"

"Hall of People." Yao Yao lightly tapped the center of the map, her voice clear and crisp. "One of the Hall of Souls Heavenly Venerables' halls, located deep within the Corpse Burial Mountain Range.

The intelligence has been confirmed—the Sky Mansion Alliance's troops are secretly gathering toward the Corpse Burial Mountain Range, led by none other than Xiao Yan.

His lineup this time is not small. Xiao Yan himself is a mid-stage Two-Star Dou Sheng, Yao Chen is a One-Star Dou Sheng, plus there's Zi Yan, who just returned from Ancient Dragon Island; that little girl is now a Four-Star Dou Sheng Dragon Emperor."

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her peach-blossom eyes, but her tone suddenly became aggrieved: "I haven't closed my eyes for three days to investigate this; look at these dark circles under my eyes—"

As she spoke, she leaned in toward Hun Feng, tilting her face up and pointing to the non-existent dark circles under her eyes. Her peach-blossom eyes were misty, looking just like a little kitten that had been bullied and come home to complain.

Hun Feng looked at the face leaned in close to him, suddenly reached out to hold the back of her neck, and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.

The action was light, but precise.

Yao Yao froze completely. Her peach-blossom eyes widened, the warm sensation still lingering on her lips, and her brain felt like someone had thrown a thunderbolt into it, causing her ears to buzz.

She maintained the tilted-head posture for a full three seconds, then suddenly retreated two steps, covering her mouth, blushing all the way from her cheeks to the base of her neck, even her collarbone turning pink.

"Y-y-y-you—what are you doing!" Her voice was so shrill it nearly blew the roof off. The mist in her peach-blossom eyes was almost turning into real tears, and she didn't know if it was from shame or anger. "Young Master, you're crazy! I'm reporting official business to you and you actually—"

"Didn't you say last time that I never praise you?" Hun Feng sat on the edge of the bed, calm and composed, crossing his legs with a tone as indifferent as if he had just taken a sip of tea. "This time, I won't praise you; I'll just show it directly."

"Who told you to show it like that!" Yao Yao stomped her foot, the silver bells jingling chaotically, her whole body as red as a boiled shrimp. "You're being a hooligan! I'm going to tell the Madam! I really am!"

"Go ahead. My mother even asked me last time when I planned to give you a formal status."

Yao Yao opened her mouth, but not a single word came out. She stared at Hun Feng, her peach-blossom eyes glistening with moisture, her lips moving several times before she finally squeezed out a completely irrelevant sentence: "...What did you say?"

"I said, let's talk about business." Hun Feng leaned back lazily. "What is the current defense layout of the Hall of People?"

Yao Yao glared at him for a full five seconds before taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the flush on her face.

But her earlobes were still red, and her voice was more than a tone softer than before: "Y-you, don't think this matter is over just like that. After we finish the official business, I'll settle the score with you."

She took another deep breath, swiped her fingertip across the jade slip, brought up a row of detailed intelligence, and tried hard to make her voice sound professional—though the end of her sentences was still trembling slightly.

"The current defensive lineup of the Hall of People is as follows. The Grand Heavenly Lord, a late-stage Two-Star Dou Sheng, is guarding the main hall, assisted by the Deputy Hall Master, a peak One-Star Dou Sheng, while the outer perimeter is managed by Hall of Souls Elder Zun, Mu Gu Old Man.

That old thing Mu Gu only has a cultivation level of peak Three-Star Dou Zun, but he possesses something that the Young Master would definitely be interested in."

She paused, the cunning glint in her peach-blossom eyes lighting up again, even though her eye sockets were still red.

"Sea Heart Flame."

Hun Feng's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, it's the Sea Heart Flame, ranked fifteenth on the strange fire ranking list." Yao Yao swiped her finger in the air, bringing up a line of detailed information about the Sea Heart Flame, her voice gradually returning to a clear and crisp rhythm,

"This thing was originally the strange fire of Yao Chen's traitorous disciple, Han Feng—Young Master should know Han Feng, the rebellious disciple who colluded with the Hall of Souls to plot against Yao Chen back then.

After Han Feng was killed by Xiao Yan, his soul fell into the hands of the Hall of Souls, and to save his life, he offered the Sea Heart Flame to Mu Gu Old Man.

Mu Gu himself was originally an Alchemist. After obtaining the strange fire, he was like a tiger with wings, relying on the Sea Heart Flame to reshape a Dou Zong physical body, and thus climbed to the position of Elder Zun in the Hall of Souls.

However, Mu Gu did not cultivate the Burning Technique, so he cannot unleash the true power of the Sea Heart Flame. At most, he treats it as an ordinary strange fire—a waste of a heavenly treasure."

Hun Feng slowly stood up, walked to the front of the light map, and stared at the location of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range for a long time.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, each tap carrying the scent of calculation.

He was thinking about Xiao Yan's motive.

Xiao Yan attacking the Hall of People was, on the surface, a direct crusade by the Sky Mansion Alliance against the Hall of Souls, but given Xiao Yan's personality, such a grand offensive must hide a private motive behind it.

Destroying the Hall of People was for the Sky Mansion Alliance to see, killing the Grand Heavenly Lord was for Yao Chen to see—and snatching the Sea Heart Flame was for his own use.

The Burning Technique requires swallowing strange fires to evolve. Although the Sea Heart Flame is only ranked fifteenth on the strange fire ranking list, and cannot compare to the Three Thousand Burning Flame or the Bone Chilling Flame, any strange fire is a key fuel for the Burning Technique to increase its grade.

Killing three birds with one stone. He earns battle merits, avenges his teacher, and snatches away a strange fire. That guy Xiao Yan never fights a battle in vain.

"He's quite calculating." Hun Feng's mouth curled into an arc, a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "But since I know about it in advance, this Sea Heart Flame can no longer have the surname Xiao."

Yao Yao blinked, her peach-blossom eyes suddenly lighting up. The previous shyness and annoyance had been temporarily suppressed, replaced by the excitement of a hunter smelling the scent of blood.

She leaned forward, lowered her voice, and her tone carried a hint of the spoiled playfulness that only appeared when she was speaking to Hun Feng: "Does the Young Master want to go personally?"

Hun Feng turned his head to look at her, not saying a word, but that look already explained everything.

"But I have a question." Yao Yao suddenly raised a finger, tilting her head to look at him, a trace of seriousness flashing in her peach-blossom eyes,

"The Grand Heavenly Lord and the Deputy Hall Master were transferred away from the Hall of People by you, Young Master, a few days ago. Now there aren't many left in the Hall of People who can fight. That old thing Mu Gu is only a Three-Star Dou Zun; Xiao Yan could sneeze and kill him.

It only takes the blink of an eye for him to extract the Sea Heart Flame from Mu Gu's body. Will we make it in time if we rush over?"

"That's why we need to send a few more capable fighters to the Hall of People. The Sea Heart Flame is one of Xiao Yan's core targets; relying solely on Mu Gu's meager abilities won't be enough to hold it."

Hun Feng said, raising his hand to flick her on the forehead, with a force that was neither too heavy nor too light,

"Go now and issue the transfer order—transfer Elder Hun Qian to oversee the Hall of People; a Four-Star Dou Sheng is enough to give Xiao Yan a hard time. Also, have Soul Yuan Tian send another elite squad, ten low-level Dou Sheng, to gather at the Void Ferry on the west side of the Soul Realm.

We have to make a trip ourselves too; Xiao Yan's life is too tough, I don't feel at ease leaving it to others."

Yao Yao rubbed her forehead, a subtle glint flashing in her peach-blossom eyes—the Young Master said "we ourselves," meaning she would be going with the Young Master this time.

"Also," Hun Feng added, his tone casual but the content not casual at all,

"State clearly in the transfer order that all resources in the Hall of People can be lost, and the Hall of People itself can be lost, but the Sea Heart Flame on Mu Gu must be transferred in advance. If the battle situation does not allow for transfer, extract the Sea Heart Flame on the spot and take it away; as for Mu Gu himself—save him if you can, if not, abandon him."

Yao Yao raised an eyebrow, rarely not being playful: "If Mu Gu heard the Young Master say this, he would likely be disheartened."

"Disheartened is better than cold-boned. Besides, what does a Three-Star Dou Zun rely on to reach the position of Elder Zun in the Hall of Souls? It's not strength, it's the Sea Heart Flame. If the Sea Heart Flame is gone, his value to the Hall of Souls is gone too. He knows this logic very well himself."

Hun Feng's tone was as flat as if he were saying the weather was nice today, but every word revealed the coldness and shrewdness peculiar to the young master of the Hun Clan. "Go and handle it quickly, don't dawdle."

Yao Yao turned and left. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned back, looking at Hun Feng with sparkling peach-blossom eyes. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but stopped, and finally, she just pursed her lips and smiled before walking quickly out the door.

The sound of the silver bells on her ankles gradually faded into the distance, but this time, there was an indescribable lightness in the ringing.

Hun Feng sat on the edge of the bed, watching her back disappear outside the door. He unconsciously touched his own lips, then shook his head, muttering to himself: "It felt quite nice."

He quickly composed himself and began to calculate every move in the game ahead.

Transferring away the Grand Heavenly Lord and the Deputy Hall Master was a trap laid long ago, aimed at making Xiao Yan underestimate the enemy—the intelligence showed that the defenders of the Hall of People were not strong, which is why the Sky Mansion Alliance would attack according to their original plan.

But the hidden card of the Four-Star Dou Sheng, Hun Qian, was the real killer move. Plus the ambush circle formed by ten low-level Dou Sheng, it would be enough to give the Sky Mansion Alliance a hard time.

The key was still the Sea Heart Flame. He must get the strange fire before Xiao Yan.

Meanwhile, in the southwest of the Central Plains, on the outskirts of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range.

The night was as thick as if ink had been spilled, not even allowing the moonlight to penetrate.

Layers upon layers of withered trees stretched toward the sky like claws, with dark red saprophytic vines crawling all over the trunks. From a distance, they looked like countless hanging mummies.

The air was filled with a faint scent of corpse rot, not the kind that was strong enough to make one retch, but rather like a wisp of drifting smoke that burrowed into one's nostrils, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

Xiao Yan stood on a low hill, draped in a black cloak, his gaze piercing through the night to land on a certain direction deep within the mountains.

His face was even more composed and stern than before the battle on Ancient Dragon Island, with a shallow scar between his brows—a mark left by the North Dragon King's final desperate counterattack. Although the wound had long since healed, he intentionally kept this scar to remind himself of that life-and-death battle on Ancient Dragon Island.

Behind him, Yao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering slightly in the night wind, a faint trace of worry hanging on his aged face.

Zi Yan squatted on a nearby tree trunk, boredly chewing on a spiritual fruit she had picked from somewhere, occasionally glancing toward the depths of the mountain range.

Zi Yan was now the newly ascended Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan, ruling over Ancient Dragon Island, and the aura of a Four-Star Dou Sheng naturally exuded from her, but her posture of squatting on the tree and chewing fruit still made her look like a little girl who hadn't grown up.

"The defensive deployment of the Hall of People has been investigated clearly." Young Master Yao Chen's voice was deep and slow. "The Hall of Souls' Heaven, Earth, and People halls are divided into three. The commander guarding the Hall of People in the Corpse Burial Mountain Range is the Hall of Souls' Grand Heavenly Lord—a Two-Star Dou Sheng at the late stage, who has been famous for a long time. Under his command, there is also a Deputy Hall Master, a One-Star Dou Sheng at the peak, as well as Mu Gu Old Man."

When the name Mu Gu Old Man was mentioned, a flash of undisguised killing intent flickered in Young Master Yao Chen's eyes. The old grudge between him and Mu Gu went bone-deep—back then, he had taken Han Feng as his disciple and taught him everything he knew, only for Han Feng to be incited by Mu Gu to betray him. Taking advantage of his lack of preparation, Han Feng colluded with the Hall of Souls to destroy his physical body and imprison his soul for decades. The reason Mu Gu was able to persuade Han Feng to betray his master was the temptation of the Sea Heart Flame. Later, at the pill gathering, Mu Gu appeared again to seize the Three Thousand Burning Flame. If not for Xiao Yan risking his life to intervene, the Three Thousand Burning Flame would have already fallen into the hands of the Hall of Souls. With all these old debts piled up, the feud between Young Master Yao Chen and Mu Gu was irreconcilable.

"That old thief Mu Gu, who incited Han Feng to betray me, and then tried to seize the Three Thousand Burning Flame at the pill gathering, has now even refined the Sea Heart Flame offered by Han Feng—that strange fire was originally something I had sought out for Han Feng's future alchemy use, but in the end, it became a token of allegiance offered by a traitor to an enemy." Young Master Yao Chen's voice carried a hatred suppressed for decades. "In this attack on the Hall of People, Mu Gu must be left for me to finish off personally."

"Rest assured, Teacher." Xiao Yan turned his head, a flash of deep blue flame light flickering in his pupils, exceptionally bright in the dark night. "Mu Gu's peak Three-Star Dou Zun cultivation no longer poses any threat to us now. As for the Sea Heart Flame—this fire is deep blue, can borrow the power of the ocean, and does not extinguish when dissolved in water, ranking fifteenth on the strange fire ranking list. Although its power is not as great as the Three Thousand Burning Flame or the Bone Chilling Flame, its advantage lies in its gentle nature, making it suitable for refining water-attribute medicinal pills, and it is also crucial for the evolution of my Burning Technique. This time, both the strange fire and Mu Gu's head will be yours, Teacher."

Zi Yan jumped down from the tree trunk, clapped her hands, and the devil-may-care expression on her small face slightly tightened. Her golden eyes scanned the darkness, and she suddenly turned to look at Young Master Yao Chen. "Old Yao, you said the Grand Heavenly Lord is sitting in the Hall of People, but I just used my Dragon Soul perception to scan the depths of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range and discovered other Dou Qi fluctuations—not just one, and not just Two-Star Dou Sheng level. They are hidden very secretly, as if they are deliberately suppressing their presence, waiting for people to walk right into them."

Young Master Yao Chen frowned. "Did the Hall of Souls change their defensive forces in advance?"

"It is possible." Xiao Yan said in a deep voice, his gaze still fixed on the depths of the mountain range, his face showing no change in expression. "But regardless of whether they changed their defensive forces or not, we must attack the Hall of People. The various forces of the Sky Mansion Alliance have already assembled on the periphery of the mountain range—the Alchemist group from the Pill Tower, the female disciples of the Flower Sect, and the fire cultivators of the Burning Flame Valley are all in place. If we retreat now, the morale of the army will scatter, and the alliance will never have the same momentum in its offensive against the Hall of Souls in the future. So what if they changed personnel? The total number of high-level Dou Sheng the Hall of Souls can dispatch is limited. If they put more in the Hall of People, other branch halls will be emptier. I want to see how many they can stuff in here."

"Well said." Young Master Yao Chen nodded, a flash of gratification in his eyes. Taking this disciple was probably the most correct decision he had ever made in his life. "Tomorrow at the hour of the Tiger, proceed according to the original plan. Leave that old thief Mu Gu to me, and you can kill the others without restraint."

"Understood."

Just as Xiao Yan's voice fell, his brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and he abruptly turned his head to look into the depths of the mountain range. At the same time, Zi Yan also threw away the spirit fruit pit in her hand and stood up from the tree trunk, the expression on her small face instantly tightening, her golden eyes shining slightly in the darkness.

"Another one." Zi Yan's voice lowered by half a beat. "Just like the previous ones, it's suppressed very deeply, barely perceptible. But this one—it's different, heavier, and stronger. At the very least, it's a Four-Star Dou Sheng."

Young Master Yao Chen also felt it. Although that Dou Qi fluctuation was only a flash, so fast that it almost seemed like an illusion, for a powerhouse at the Dou Sheng level, there is no such thing as an "illusion."

Xiao Yan remained silent for a moment, his gaze flickering slightly in the darkness. He had, of course, felt it—not just one, and every fluctuation was suppressed very steadily and heavily, as if someone in the depths of the darkness was silently closing the net. Especially that last fluctuation, the intensity of a Four-Star Dou Sheng, completely exceeded the original defensive configuration of the Hall of People.

"It seems the Hall of Souls is not entirely composed of idiots." Xiao Yan said coldly, his voice devoid of any unnecessary emotion, even with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. "They even sent a Four-Star Dou Sheng, which shows they value the Hall of People highly. The more they value it, the more it shows that there is something inside the Hall of People that they are afraid of losing."

Zi Yan tilted her head to look at him and grinned. "You, the harder the bone, the more you want to gnaw on it, exactly the same as back at Jia Nan Academy."

In the darkness, the Corpse Burial Mountain Range was like a crouching giant beast, silently waiting for the impending storm of blood. And on the other side of this darkness, at the Void Ferry of the Soul Realm, tens of thousands of miles away, dozens of black shadows were already fully prepared and ready to set off.

The Void Ferry was embedded in a spatial rift on the west side of the Soul Realm, surrounded by churning black mist, with spatial turbulence whistling past like blades. On the ferry platform, ten low-level Dou Sheng were already lined up, their uniform black cloaks flapping loudly in the turbulence. Each of their cultivation levels was between One-Star and Two-Star Dou Sheng; placed in any city in the Central Plains, they would be enough to dominate a region, but at this moment, they were merely chess pieces under the command of the Young Master of the Hun Clan. Elder Hun Qian stood at the head of the formation with his hands behind his back. This senior elder of the Hun Clan looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, with a gaunt face and deep-set eye sockets. His pair of eyes emitted a cold, eerie light under the reflection of the ghostly green soul fire. The steady aura of a Four-Star Dou Sheng was like a mountain, and even the surrounding spatial turbulence automatically calmed down within three feet of him.

"Young Master." Hun Qian, seeing Hun Feng approaching, bowed slightly, his voice raspy like grinding gravel. "The Hall of People has already received the transfer order. The Grand Heavenly Lord and the Deputy Hall Master secretly withdrew two days ago. Mu Gu Old Man is temporarily unaware and continues to preside over the defenses on the outside. I have ordered people to set up three soul prohibitions in the underground palace of the Hall of People, specifically targeting the extraction of strange fire—as long as the Young Master gives the order, the Sea Heart Flame can be stripped from Mu Gu's body at any time."

Hun Feng nodded, very satisfied with Hun Qian's efficiency. Although this veteran Four-Star Dou Sheng was old, he was impeccable in his work and never caused anyone to worry.

Yao Yao followed behind Hun Feng, still wearing that daringly cut black dress. The hem of the skirt was slit high up to the root of her thigh, revealing a section of snow-white, slender jade leg, which was dazzlingly white in the dim light of the Void Ferry. A thin silver chain around her waist cinched her waist, which could be grasped in one hand, and the neckline was still cut very low. Her delicate collarbones and full curves appeared even more like jade against the black fabric. She was barefoot, wearing those thin-strapped black sandals, and the silver bells on her ankles jingled with every step she took. It sounded exceptionally crisp and exceptionally out of place on the grim and murderous Void Ferry.

The ten low-level Dou Sheng bowed their heads in unison, their gazes fixed tightly on their own toes, and none dared to glance at Yao Yao. In the Hun Clan, everyone knew that if you looked at the Young Master's maid for one glance too many, at best, you would have your eyeballs gouged out by Yao Yao herself, and at worst, you wouldn't even be able to keep your soul.

Hun Qian, however, looked at Yao Yao without changing his expression and nodded slightly as a greeting. He had watched Hun Feng and Yao Yao grow up since they were children and was long used to this girl's style of dress. Moreover, he was very clear that hidden beneath this seemingly seductive and charming attire was a top-tier combat strength of a Three-Star Dou Sheng at the initial stage, and when she really started fighting, her ruthlessness was on par with Hun Feng. Back then, a Hall of Souls Heavenly Venerable had gossiped behind her back, saying that Yao Yao "dressing like this is just the Young Master's plaything." The next day, she strangled him into eighteen pieces with a bone whip, extracted his soul, and locked it in a Soul-Eating Ant nest for three months until Hun Tiandi personally spoke to give him a quick end.

Since then, no one in the entire Hun Clan dared to comment on Yao Yao's attire.

"Young Master, what are the arrangements after we arrive at the Hall of People?" Yao Yao leaned close to Hun Feng, her peach-blossom eyes flashing with eagerness. Her black dress was blown tight against her body by the spatial turbulence, outlining curves that made one's blood boil, but she was completely unaware, just looking up at Hun Feng, like a little hound waiting for its master's orders.

"I will go and meet Xiao Yan." Hun Feng stood at the edge of the ferry, his robes flapping loudly in the spatial turbulence. The curve of his mouth looked for all the world like a wolf that had been hungry for several days and finally smelled the scent of blood. "You and Elder Hun Qian take the men to guard Mu Gu. No matter how the battle goes in front, the only thing you must do is—before Xiao Yan approaches Mu Gu, extract the Sea Heart Flame from Mu Gu's body and take it away first."

Yao Yao tilted her head and thought for a moment, a glint of mischief suddenly flashing in her peach-blossom eyes. "Then Young Master, after I take out the Sea Heart Flame, should I swallow it on the spot? Anyway, I am your personal maid, if the strange fire is swallowed, it can count as your combat strength, right?"

"You don't even have fire-attribute Dou Qi, do you want to roast yourself from the inside out by swallowing the Sea Heart Flame?" Hun Feng retorted without turning his head. "You have blood-attribute Dou Qi, why are you swallowing strange fire? When the time comes and your meridians are shattered, I'll have to carry you back. First, seal it in the heaven swallowing mirror; I have a use for it."

"Oh, I know." Yao Yao wasn't annoyed at being retorted; she giggled and leaned closer again, looking up at him, the neckline of her black dress swaying slightly with the movement. Her voice was lowered, and her tone suddenly became sweet. "Then who is the Sea Heart Flame given to after it's sealed? For my Young Master to refine later?"

Hun Feng turned his head and glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, but he didn't speak.

Yao Yao looked at that expression, the smile in her peach-blossom eyes deepening, and the silver bells on her ankles chimed happily twice.

"I haven't settled the score with you for that kiss you gave me in the sleeping quarters earlier." She suddenly changed the subject, her voice so light it sounded like a monologue, but the glint of cunning in her peach-blossom eyes clearly indicated she was doing it on purpose. "After this battle is over, I'm going to get it back with interest."

Hun Qian stood not far away, and upon hearing this, his eyelids twitched. Then, without changing his expression, he moved two steps to the side, pretending he was inspecting the spatial array of the Void Ferry. The ten low-level Dou Sheng bowed their heads so low they were almost buried in their chests; each of them wished they could plug their ears.

Hun Feng's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, then he pretended not to hear and strode towards the teleportation array of the Void Ferry. But Yao Yao had sharp eyes and noticed—the tips of the Young Master's ears were red.

She covered her mouth and giggled, then chased after him with her thin-strapped sandals jingling. Her black skirt fluttered and flew in the spatial turbulence, revealing her entire snow-white, slender jade leg. Paired with that face that could topple nations and the lively, naive smile in her eyes, she was like a black rose blooming in a sea of blood and corpses on this grim and murderous Void Ferry of the Soul Realm.

In the silent Soul Realm, dozens of powerful auras were already fully prepared and were silently and rapidly converging towards the southwest. A game of chess stretching across tens of thousands of miles was about to officially begin in the night of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range.