"Boom!" A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, and the atmosphere changed dramatically. In an instant, dust and debris were swept up as a massive whirlwind formed around Wei Ning. Countless trees withered, and the Phoenix Tree cracked under Wei Ning's strike, causing the corpses hanging from its branches to tumble down.
Not far away, numerous Gu Masters exchanged glances, unable to suppress their gasps of shock. At that moment, the bloodshed weighed heavily on Wei Ning, creating an immense psychological pressure that loomed over these Gu Masters. Even though they were ruthless individuals, they fell silent before Wei Ning, none daring to step forward to intervene.
Except for her.
"Don't!" The Phoenix Maiden, Qianqiu, screamed frantically from her position suspended in the Phoenix Tree. "Qiqi..."
As she called out Qiqi's name, a flicker of clarity emerged in Wei Ning's previously dazed eyes. She paused, staring blankly at the Phoenix Tree.
But it was too late.
"Qiqi, Qiqi. Qiqi." Wei Ning gazed up at the Phoenix Tree she had struck, her expression lost as she silently repeated the name.
"Caw caw caw," the Phoenix Tree began to shake violently. Suddenly, with a tremendous crash, the entire trunk toppled over.
The Phoenix Tree.
This incredible divine tree had been severed by Wei Ning using the power of lightning.
The ground seemed to spin as trees were uprooted by the ferocious hurricane. The Phoenix Maiden fell to the ground along with the broken Phoenix Tree. The iron hook that had been embedded in her back tore through flesh and skin, leaving her in excruciating pain. Her arm was ruined for life, and her body was covered in burn marks from the earlier lightning strike. Smoke rose from her charred skin as she looked up at Wei Ning, summoning her last ounce of strength to say, "Qiqi is gone; she will never return. You have extinguished her soul."
"You have extinguished her soul..."
In Wei Ning's world, despite the chaos on Phoenix Mountain—birds and beasts fleeing and winds howling—everything suddenly fell silent for her. Only the Phoenix Maiden's words echoed repeatedly in her mind.
Suddenly, everything seemed to darken.
Countless vengeful spirits began to emerge from the severed Phoenix Tree as if they had been trapped for millennia, swiftly flying deep into the mountains.
Qiqi—was she one of them?
"You extinguished her soul." The words of the Phoenix Maiden echoed repeatedly in Wei Ning's mind as he looked at himself, his skin gradually cooling, so delicate and charming.
Once, there was a girl who gave everything to herself without reservation.
And now, he had personally destroyed everything about that girl, also without reservation.
The Phoenix Tree fell, and Qiqi's soul perished.
With a cough, Wei Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, unsure if it was his or someone else's. He forced a bitter smile and took a step forward, then another, but suddenly lost control and stumbled forward.
A hand caught him, and looking at his haggard face, the person sighed and said, "You were meant to kill, not to chop trees. Why bother?"
In the Southwest, beneath a certain mountain peak, under the night sky, the rugged mountains twisted and turned, their jagged edges visible.
Wang Tuozi wiped the sweat from his brow; the compass in his hand loosened. He looked around and nodded. "This should be the place—Fengdu."
A full moon hung high in the sky, its cold light casting down on this nameless mountain. Unbeknownst to him, there was a hint of desolation hidden within the mountain.
Wang Tuozi set his pack down on the ground and took out incense and Ghost Money from inside. Alone in this desolate wilderness, he lit them up. A wisp of blue smoke rose into the air as he murmured to himself. His expression showed signs of tension that were completely different from his usual playful demeanor.
He pulled out eight Bone Needles from his pack and measured the area with his compass. Then he inserted the Bone Needles into eight acupoints. Wang Tuozi was alone here, naturally unseen by anyone; however, if any fellow practitioners were to witness this scene, they would surely be taken aback.
These eight acupoints were where the "yang eyes" of this mountain lay. Wang Tuozi blocked these eight points with bone energy; where yang exists, yin must arise. In no time at all, this place would become a barren 'dead zone.'
If this mountain were an ordinary one, it would be fine—at most burying one or two unseeing souls without a proper end. However, if someone skilled were to discover this place, they would undoubtedly gasp in shock at Wang Tuozi's actions.
This location was the entrance to Fengdu.
The very entrance to hell.
Disturbing the ground at hell's entrance could only mean one thing: tired of living.
Perhaps Wang Tuozi really was.
Wang Tuozi carefully sealed all eight entrances, then sat atop the mountain, closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit.
At that moment, a night breeze blew in, and the temperature on the mountain seemed to drop a few degrees, making it feel even colder.
Time passed slowly, and Wang Tuozi sat there like a statue, as the sun and moon cycled through the sky. Days went by one after another. Fortunately, it was a remote wilderness with few people around; otherwise, Wang Tuozi would surely have been thought of as a madman.
Wang Tuozi was waiting for the right moment.
The trees on the mountain began to wither. Since it was autumn, no one noticed this strange phenomenon. Snakes, insects, mice, and ants had quietly migrated without anyone realizing it. The mountain appeared increasingly desolate.
After some time, Wang Tuozi suddenly stood up, stretching his body and taking a deep breath of the cold night air. The mountain was eerily quiet at night. In this oppressive silence, a footstep suddenly echoed in the stillness.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The sound was soft but enough to strike at Wang Tuozi's heart.
Wang Tuozi turned to look at the newcomer, his body stiffening. Finally, he couldn't help but chuckle as he gazed at the person: "You really can't let go, can you?"
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