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Mei Sanli's laughter was jarring, standing out even more in this oppressive situation. However, Zhu Xiu and the others were in a state of madness, focusing their attention on the charcoal-like figure across from them, completely ignoring Mei Sanli's strange laughter.
Mei Sanli was extremely satisfied with the damage inflicted on his opponent. As his laughter continued, he summoned the Golden Spear without hesitation, unleashing its maximum power and transforming it into a Spiked Behemoth. The Spine Beast materialized and let out a roar as it lunged toward the Charcoal Monster.
For cultivators, external injuries rarely affected their core strength; with a bit of rest, they could recover quickly. However, for the Azure-eyed White-haired Cultivator, whose injuries were severe, it was likely that he would either die or suffer a significant drop in cultivation. This realization fueled Mei Sanli's determination to fight back; there was no way to escape now—doing so would mean certain death.
The distance closed in an instant for the Spine Beast, which reached out with its hands to grab at the seemingly fragile mass of charcoal. The Charcoal Monster stood on one leg, exuding a burnt odor, and ignored the approaching Spine Beast. Its charred jaw moved slightly, producing a sound akin to spitting phlegm, causing the Spine Beast to be knocked back as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Mei Sanli raised one hand to halt the Spine Beast's momentum. With his other hand, he had already summoned a massive Thunder Ball. This Thunder Ball was as large as a basin, crackling with white lightning that dazzled the eyes and radiated immense destructive power.
Still unsatisfied, Mei Sanli spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Thunder Ball. Instantly, it glowed with a bright red hue, and even the swirling lightning seemed to have been soaked in blood. Mei Sanli's expression sharpened as he regained some composure and pointed at the Thunder Ball, commanding, "Go."
The blood-red Thunder Ball shot forth directly toward the Spine Beast. The Spine Beast displayed both joy and fear as it let out a howl and charged at the blood-red Thunder Ball. In an instant, they collided.
Surprisingly, instead of a violent clash, the Spine Beast was enveloped by the blood-red Thunder Ball as if frozen in place. The Thunder Ball emitted an even more blinding red light against the Spine Beast's surface. Moments later, a layer of Crimson Lightning Armor formed around the Spine Beast. It shook its body and stood upright on its hind legs, its two blood-red eyes gazing at the Crimson Lightning Armor before letting out an earth-shattering roar.
The Blue-eyed White-haired Practitioner, charred by Thunderfire into something resembling charcoal, became cautious upon witnessing this transformation of the Spine Beast. He shook his shoulders, causing bits of burnt flesh to fall away, revealing a massive phantom behind him—its aura unfathomable and seemingly more powerful than his own.
As soon as this phantom appeared, it pointed toward Zhu Xiu in front of it. Tuba Five and Thunderstorm were terrified and hurriedly summoned their artifacts to defend themselves. Mei Sanli ignored this incoming attack and shouted loudly: "Go!" The Spine Beast wrapped in Crimson Lightning Armor surged toward the charred Blue-eyed White-haired Practitioner.
Unexpectedly, this pointing gesture was immensely powerful; several artifacts struck against it but failed to halt its advance—it continued relentlessly toward one target.
Xunuo understood that he was undoubtedly the most hated target for this Blue-eyed White-haired Practitioner. Thus, he braced himself for the worst outcome. As he saw that tremendous expenditure of cultivation aimed at him, he could only sigh helplessly and secretly activated the Random Teleportation Talisman he had been holding.
In the next moment, an overwhelming sensation of dizziness washed over Xunuo, making him feel nauseous and unable to stand straight; he couldn't even think about the danger posed by in front of. It took nearly twenty breaths before Xunuo regained his vision as if coming back to life. He realized that this teleportation had taken him far away—possibly even outside of Underground City.
At that moment, Xunuo leaned against a smooth blue wall with one hand while propping himself up on his knee with the other to keep from collapsing onto the ground. However, the intense dizziness caused him to dry-heave against the crystalline wall as his stomach churned violently.
"Don't make this place dirty. Otherwise, I'll make you lick it clean." The voice was lazy and calm, but to Xunuo, it felt like a thunderclap on a clear day.
Xunuo turned around in an instant, only to realize he was in a delicate room. The walls were like jade, emitting a faint blue glow that filled the room with a dreamlike quality. The space was small, with a white jade table in the center, where a Black-Clad Youth sat sideways, holding a scroll and looking at Xunuo with great interest.
Xunuo glanced at him and felt his heart sink. Although still young, Xunuo had been away from home since childhood and had encountered many experiences along the way that had matured his mind immensely. The Black-Clad Youth appeared youthful and harmless, showing no signs of magical power. However, his indifferent expression and fearless words sent a chill down Xunuo's spine.
The unbearable dizziness was somewhat alleviated by this cold feeling. Xunuo forced himself to stand straight and muttered in confusion, "I must have taken a wrong turn," as he walked along the wall searching for an exit. After circling around, Xunuo returned to the same spot, feeling extremely frustrated as he looked at the Black-Clad Youth. There was no door in this room.
The Black-Clad Youth seemed to be pondering something as he silently observed Xunuo for a moment. Suddenly, he said, "You are not from Yama Palace."
Xunuo shook his head. "No."
"I know," the Black-Clad Youth replied. "Then you are a Loose Cultivator coveting the Foundation Pill."
At this moment, Xunuo had regained most of his senses and quickly analyzed the situation, deciding to speak as little as possible until he understood what was happening. He nodded and simply said "yes," choosing not to say another word.
The Black-Clad Youth seemed satisfied with Xunuo's straightforward response. He reached out and tapped on the wall beside him several times before asking, "But are you traveling with these people?"
Xunuo watched as several images appeared on the faint blue Crystal Wall—scenes of Mei Sanli and others fleeing in different directions. Among them was an image of a Cultivator being slain by the Blue-Eyed White-Haired Practitioner with a single sword strike. At that moment, the Blue-Eyed White-Haired Practitioner appeared to have fully recovered from his injuries; however, Xunuo couldn't shake off an inexplicable feeling that something had changed.
Yet within this transmission of images, clarity eluded him. Nevertheless, seeing his fellow Cultivator being killed by a single strike made Xunuo furrow his brow involuntarily. "That's right," Xunuo said with a frown.
With a wave of his hand, the Black-Clad Youth made the images disappear simultaneously. Then he placed his hand on his forehead and pondered for a moment before murmuring to himself, "This isn't breaking any rules after all. Otherwise, I'd have you suppressed daily until you have no way out." Then, with a snap of his fingers, a low table appeared on the jade table.
The Black-Clad Youth sat before the low table and smiled. "I have some fate with you; let me grant you an opportunity." As soon as he finished speaking, information surged directly into Xunuo's Sea of Consciousness. Xunuo nearly collapsed on the spot.
What Xunuo prided himself on most was his Divine Sense; he was confident that even a fully realized Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator could not easily breach his Sea of Consciousness without detection or defense. Even higher-level Cultivators would need considerable effort to enter Xunuo's Sea of Consciousness without him noticing; it was impossible for him to be completely unaware or defenseless against such an intrusion. At most, he could be caught off guard.
However, the abruptness of this message was instantaneous. It meant that the opponent had breached his Sea of Consciousness as easily as sipping porridge, while he had no means of defense at all. Life and death were determined by the opponent's mere thought. Although Xunuo felt a sense of shock and helplessness upon seeing the Black-Clad Youth, being crushed in his most esteemed domain still left him feeling utterly desolate.
Yet, the expression on the Black-Clad Youth's face was even more astonishing. He looked at Xunuo as if facing a primordial beast, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Upon witnessing this scene, Xunuo immediately realized that it must have been Old Wen who had forced him out of the Sea of Consciousness. However, given Old Wen's abilities, he could not kill the opponent in one blow or even inflict significant damage, which indicated that this Black-Clad Youth was certainly not an ordinary individual.
Seeing him wavering, Xunuo understood that this was a crucial moment for life and death; he needed to ensure that the Black-Clad Youth acted according to their original plan. Thus, he quickly said, "Thank you for your great kindness, senior. I will never forget it."
The Black-Clad Youth paused at these words, staring intently at Xunuo for a moment before saying, "You are also someone with great fortune; I will not act against my principles. However, I do not intend to give you this benefit for free. You must slay the remnants of Yama Palace to receive this advantage."
Xunuo's expression froze at these words. He thought to himself: isn't this just a matter of dying a step earlier or a step later?
"I know this task is somewhat difficult for you," the Black-Clad Youth said slowly. "I am also aware of your injuries. I have a way to heal you." After finishing his sentence, he took out a jade vial and placed it on the low table.
"The vial contains a Six Pulse Soul-Returning Pill. Not only can it repair your Meridian injuries, but it can also greatly enhance your cultivation. Killing a junior whose cultivation has significantly declined during the Rotation Period should pose no great challenge." After speaking, he gestured for Xunuo to swallow it on the spot.
Xunuo walked expressionlessly to the table, picked up the jade vial, and opened it to take a look inside. There lay a pill as translucent as jade, exuding a rich medicinal fragrance. From its appearance, it seemed identical to the Six Pulse Soul-Returning Pill described in legends.
However, beneath its crystalline exterior lay a trace of imperceptible Yin Malevolence. This could be due to its prolonged storage in the Underground City’s Yin Malevolence environment or possibly due to artificial injection of Yin Malevolence. If it were the latter, this Six Pulse Soul-Returning Pill would be exceptionally dangerous.
Xunuo held the Six Pulse Soul-Returning Pill in both hands, his eyes fixed on the Black-Clad Youth. He said, "Since you have said so, senior, I will gamble my life on this." With that, he swallowed the pill in one gulp. For Xunuo, taking this Six Pulse Soul-Returning Pill was indeed a gamble on luck.
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