As Zhu Chen entered deep refinement, the surrounding Yin Spirit Ash surged toward him like a tide, forming a massive black sphere around his body.
Time quietly passed.
No one knew how long it lasted.
Then—
Two figures flew in from the distance.
One was Zi Ling, who had forcibly entered the Void Heaven Palace earlier.
The other was Wu Chou, who had been deliberately sent in under the Extreme Yin Ancestor's secret arrangements.
"Hehehe~"
"Sect Master of the Myriad Sounds Sect, don't run. With your mere pseudo–Core Formation cultivation, you can't possibly escape my grasp."
Wu Chou chased Zi Ling relentlessly, a sinister grin hanging on his lips.
Not long after entering through the teleportation array, he had encountered Zi Ling being besieged by a group of Yin Spirits.
Back at the Hidden Fiends Sect, he had already taken a liking to this woman, even considering capturing her as a cultivation furnace.
Now that fate had delivered her straight into his hands, how could he let her slip away?
In Wu Chou's eyes, female cultivators like Zi Ling—low cultivation, yet stunningly beautiful—were the most perfect cultivation vessels.
Zi Ling said nothing, focusing solely on activating her escape technique and fleeing at full speed.
Her expression was grim to the extreme.
Wu Chou was the murderer of her parents on Kui Xing Island—her mortal enemy.
The reason she had struggled to cultivate and revive the Myriad Sounds Sect was precisely to kill him one day.
She never imagined that she would fall into his hands here.
"You won't escape. No woman I've set my sights on has ever gotten away…"
Wu Chou flicked his magical weapon forward.
He deliberately missed, only letting its tip brush past Zi Ling's shoulder, slicing away a strand of gauze.
As a patch of jade-like skin was exposed, a lewd gleam flashed through Wu Chou's murky eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ No wonder she's called the number one beauty of the Chaotic Star Sea. What a waste if she's not used as a furnace."
Hearing the laughter behind her, Zi Ling's heart sank to the abyss.
She hadn't avenged her parents yet—if she truly fell into the hands of the man who killed them, how could she face them in the afterlife?
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Zi Ling noticed something unusual ahead.
A black mass slowly churned atop a cliff.
It was Yin Spirit Sand.
Someone was absorbing Yin Spirit Sand there!
Zi Ling's eyes lit up.
She didn't know who was cultivating there, but she had no other way out.
Gritting her teeth, she flew toward it at full speed.
"Senior, please save me!"
Zi Ling landed before the black sphere and bowed deeply.
"If you're willing to help, this humble woman is willing to do anything in return…"
There was no response.
The black sphere remained utterly silent.
Zi Ling's heart plunged.
Before she could speak again, Wu Chou had already caught up.
"Why aren't you running anymore?"
He sneered coldly, resting the anchor on his shoulder.
"You think just because someone's here, I won't take you back? The more you struggle now, the worse it'll be once I catch you and bring you to Extreme Yin Island."
"Even if you want to kill yourself, it'll be useless. I'll refine your corpse into a puppet and keep it to play with—slowly, properly…"
As he spoke, Wu Chou kept glancing at the black sphere from the corner of his eye.
He had noticed the dense Yin Spirit Sand gathered here earlier and had initially felt wary.
But after seeing Zi Ling's plea go unanswered, his concerns vanished.
If the person inside were truly one of the two Nascent Soul cultivators—or Han Li and his group—they would've reacted immediately.
Even a single word like "scram" would've been enough.
The silence could only mean one thing: the person inside was afraid of being implicated and chose to hide.
Most likely, it was just one of the injured Core Formation cultivators who had escaped earlier.
"Tch~ I've been acting this arrogant and he still doesn't dare make a sound. He must be seriously wounded."
Wu Chou sneered inwardly.
"Perfect. Once I capture the sect master of the Miaoyin Sect, I'll deal with him too. Saves me the trouble of searching later."
He stepped closer to Zi Ling.
Zi Ling retreated several steps, biting her lip, hatred and fear filling her eyes.
She cast one final glance at the black sphere.
Still no response.
Her heart completely sank.
"Clang—!"
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