Chapter 658 - 179: Burial Immortal Valley, Immortal Demon Blood... The Profound Origin Secret Realm Competition Begins

Chapter 658: Chapter 179: Burial Immortal Valley, Immortal Demon Blood... The Profound Origin Secret Realm Competition Begins

"The Young Master is about to perform the Nine Nether Soul Summoning Technique..."

The old man’s voice was dry and hoarse, laced with a hint of worry. "But... this place is teeming with Evil Qi and the heat is unbearable. If a soul were to dissipate here, it would have surely been incinerated to nothingness by the flames long ago. How could it possibly be summoned back?"

The other two men fell silent at his words, their expressions equally grave.

One was a burly middle-aged man. His bare torso was covered in menacing, blood-red runes, his muscles were corded, and his aura was immense.

The other was a youth with delicate features and fair skin. He wore twelve rings of various colors spread across his ten fingers, each one emitting a distinct, faint aura.

They were all retainers of the Zhang Family, their cultivation all at the Bright Heart Realm. They were formidable masters, dispatched here on orders to ensure Zhang Tianyu’s safety.

Black mist rapidly spread throughout the center of the Forbidden Land...

Countless twisted phantoms could be faintly seen in the mist. These phantoms had savage faces and stretched out withered, claw-like arms, clawing madly in Zhang Tianyu’s direction.

Yet they could not break through the three-foot invisible barrier around him and could only struggle in vain.

The "Soul Summoning Skill" lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Zhang Tianyu’s face, initially grim, slowly turned pale.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the scorched stone at his feet, where they instantly vaporized.

This "Nine Nether Soul Summoning Technique" was extremely taxing on one’s Divine Soul.

If not for his profound cultivation and solid foundation, performing it for so long would have likely damaged his Divine Soul, injuring his very core.

Finally, the roiling black mist began to dissipate, gradually fading and thinning.

The mournful wails also subsided. The Flame Fire Evil Qi once again became dominant, and the crimson earth returned to its previous state.

Zhang Tianyu remained standing in the same spot, motionless, his eyes tightly closed, his expression desolate.

Nothing.

He hadn’t summoned even a sliver of a remnant soul.

It seemed Zhang Ling’Er’s soul had been utterly shattered, her Divine Soul annihilated, leaving not even a sliver of a chance for reincarnation.

’What kind of profound hatred would drive someone to use such cruel, merciless methods?’

Zhang Tianyu slowly raised his right hand. The smooth white jade ring on his finger flashed with a faint Spiritual Light.

The next moment, an ancient-looking scroll appeared out of thin air in his palm.

He slowly unfurled the Scroll, on which was a painting of a youth.

The youth looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, with refined features and a handsome face. But his eyes were as deep and cold as a winter lake, showing none of a young man’s liveliness.

He wore the simple black uniform of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and at his waist hung a standard-issue Long Saber that looked unremarkable, yet faintly exuded a sharp aura.

Chu Fan...

A young Demon Suppression Guard who had been in Qing Province for only a few months, yet had already stirred up a storm.

It was this youth who had sabotaged the Moon Worship Sect’s important plan in Cyan Yang Ancient City and killed Zhang Yunpeng, a disciple from a branch of the Zhang Family.

It was also this youth who, at the Wang Family’s estate in Qing Province, had publicly killed his sister Zhang Ling’er’s personal guard and had beaten Ling’Er so badly that she fled in utter disgrace.

And it was after that battle at the Wang Family estate that Ling’Er was unable to resolve the knot in her heart. A Heart Demon took root, and she ultimately underwent a Demonic Transformation, a point from which there was no return.

She had desperately begged the Old Ancestor to grant her the Zhang Family’s most guarded Secret Technique. Finally, armed with the "Condensing Evil and Burning Heart Technique," she came to this Flame Fire Forbidden Land to cultivate. And then... her Life Token in the family’s ancestral hall shattered.

"This all started because of you."

Zhang Tianyu muttered, and as his fingers went slack, the Scroll slowly drifted down.

Before it could touch the ground, it spontaneously ignited in mid-air with an eerie blue flame, turning to ash in the blink of an eye and scattering in the wind.

"WHOOSH— WHOOSH— WHOOSH—"

Suddenly, three sharp whooshes tore through the air, striking almost simultaneously with the speed of lightning.

At the eastern, western, and southern edges of the Flame Fire Forbidden Land, a mysterious figure appeared in each direction.

Each had a different aura, yet all of them exuded an immense, oppressive pressure.

In the east stood a young man carrying a sword on his back, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He wore a plain white sword robe that was spotlessly clean, and his posture was as straight and tall as a pine tree.

Just by standing there, he emanated the aura of an unsheathed, peerless sword—uncontainably sharp and incomparably fierce.

Even the raging Flame Fire Evil Qi was forced back three feet by his invisible Sword Qi, daring not to draw near!

In the west was a woman standing on the back of a giant crocodile.

The crocodile was over thirty feet long, covered in hard, armor-like scales. Its dark gold vertical pupils coolly swept over the surroundings, exuding the ferocious aura of a primeval Fierce Beast.

The woman wore a short skirt of animal hide, revealing long, bronze-colored legs. Her figure was curvaceous, and her pretty face held a primitive wildness. She toyed with a small bronze bell in her hand, her expression languid.

In the south was a woman in a red dress, her attire extremely bold and revealing. Large expanses of her snow-white skin were exposed, leaving little to the imagination.

She stood barefoot on the scorched black rock, with small silver bells tied to her ankles that chimed when she walked.

A thin red thread was wrapped around her hand. The thread darted nimbly between her slender fingers, squirming as if it were alive and giving off an eerie, unpredictable aura.

"Who goes there!"

The three Zhang Family retainers reacted instantly, going on high alert. Their powerful auras locked onto the three newcomers, their expressions wary.

The sword-carrying youth, however, didn’t even spare them a glance. His gaze was like lightning, shooting directly toward Zhang Tianyu in the center of the Forbidden Land, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

The woman on the crocodile’s back let out a soft, charming laugh and gently shook the bronze bell in her hand—

"TING-A-LING..."

As the crisp ring of the bell reached their ears, the three Zhang Family retainers felt their Divine Souls tremble. The scene before their eyes blurred and distorted for an instant, and their minds faltered.