"Roar—"

A frenzied roar overpowered the ongoing chants, and Xin Hui's body burst into a bright golden light. The Arhat Golden Body unconsciously erupted with Gang Qi, shattering his upper garments into pieces, revealing a wound that was splitting open his flesh, tainted with a black aura.

From the left scapula extending to the right side of his waist, the sword mark contaminated with Death Qi tortured Xin Hui day and night. However, the destruction caused to his Mental State was more painful than his physical wounds.

Whether his eyes were open or closed, Xin Hui would always see the faces of nearly a hundred people who had died two days ago. Under the influence of an unknown force, each face was crystal clear.

Torn limbs, bleeding faces, and blood, blood, blood...

"Ah!!"

The last figure that appeared in front of Xin Hui was that of the White-haired Taoist, unblemished amidst the blood.

"Demon Path!"

Blood vessels burst in Xin Hui's eyes, with two streaks of blood slowly streaming down, while the Arhat Golden Body faintly emitted a bloody glow.

"Quick, Master Xin Hui is entering Demonic Possession, suppress his Heart Demon now!" shouted the closest old monk.

The chants grew more powerful, countless Swastika symbols were imprinted on Xin Hui's Golden Body, gradually suppressing the blood that had soaked into the Golden Body.

Yet, Xin Hui's eyes grew redder.

Before him, the figure of the White-haired Taoist slowly disappeared, replaced by a figure bathed in fresh blood, reminiscent of an Asura Evil Ghost.

"This… this…"

In Xin Hui's trembling voice, this familiar figure turned around.

It was Qing Yu.

Xin Hui unconsciously sighed in relief. At the sight of this figure which had no hair on its head, he thought it might be himself.

As soon as he relaxed, half of that face suddenly transformed into Xin Hui's. Afterwards, the monk's face spread to the other side, completely replacing the Taoist.

"What are you glad about?"

Xin Hui saw the other himself sneer as he spoke.

Then, on the other himself, numerous faces emerged, screaming to burst out of the body and devour his form.

"Ah!!"

Xin Hui ran out in a frenzy, smashing through any obstacles like monks and walls in his path with his fiercely overpowering Arhat Golden Body, sparing none.

In the center of the surrounding plaza where monks were seated cross-legged, he left behind a bloodied path.

"Quick… quickly send a message to the Great Zen Temple, Xin Hui has succumbed to Demonic Possession," the old monk who had given the earlier order shouted.

Since Feng Tianming passed away, the head of the Medicine King Hall from Divine Capital who had been staying in Northern Zhou had left. Afterwards, as the Zen Sect took root in Northern Zhou, another Divinity Realm warrior also left Northern Zhou. Now, Xin Hui was the most prominent figure of the Zen Sect in Northern Zhou.

However, this Xin Hui, who presided over the Zen Sect's power in Northern Zhou, had succumbed to Demonic Possession. He had gone mad due to Qing Yu's covert assault.

Meanwhile, the frenzied Xin Hui dashed violently, and while he was en route to Divine Capital, whether intentionally or coincidentally, he spotted a divine large white bird sweeping through the air.

Atop that big bird perched a Daoist brimming with Daoist energy, a person Xin Hui loathed to the bone.

An invisible Power of Thought took effect as Xin Hui looked up to the sky and bellowed, "Demon Path!"

He chased the bird, which was soaring higher and higher, and saw it disappearing into the clouds without any sign of slowing down.

A mysterious voice in his heart told him that Demon Path Qing Yu would head to Daqian, and that it was definitely right to follow him there.

"Indeed, like a version from Otherworld of Kuafu chasing the sun," remarked Qing Yu to himself as he looked at Xin Hui, who was still desperately pursuing below.

Kuafu chasing the sun only met his demise. Although Xin Hui could run tirelessly now, it was merely a burst of his full effort. If he were to keep running like this, even as a True Pill Realm expert, he couldn't escape death.

A True Pill Realm expert wasn't a perpetual motion machine; such forceful sprinting would inevitably exhaust his physical strength and lead to death.

"This would count as the interest," Qing Yu raised his eyebrows slightly; a cold murderous intent was nested between them.

He had never forgotten how the master and disciple from Great Zen Temple had schemed against him. If it weren't for the Nihility Magic Mirror, Qing Yu might have become Xinyuan's puppet.

The White Phoenix spread its wings and flew even faster towards Daqian.

Below, driven by incessant impulses and anger surging through his heart, Xin Hui's mental state became more chaotic, and he ran even faster.

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On Nanyun Mountain, demonic Qi reappeared, and web-like fissures spread endlessly until finally——

"Crack—"

The sound of a mirror shattering rang out, a gatehouse crushed the space and thunderously landed on Nanyun Mountain.

The gatehouse was purely built from black jade, engraved with countless mysterious and eerie runes, also possessing a majestic and solid feel. Carved into the highest part of the gatehouse was "Heavenly Demon Palace," imbued with deep demon intent.

A rushing airflow formed a black vortex, from which three figures of varying heights stepped out onto the soil of Nanyun Mountain.

Behind them, vague figures followed.

"What is this——" murmured a spy in the shadows, his eyes widening.

Strange events had occurred on Nanyun Mountain, and forces from all sides had sent people to investigate. This spy wasn't the only one, but he was the first to recognize the origins of these eerily appearing figures.

Those who appeared behind were all cloaked in black with purple edges. The spy had seen this attire before; it was the distinctive dress of the Demon Envoys of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

This was big news.

This thought flashed through the spy's mind first. He had once been part of a mission to encircle two Demon Envoys of the Heavenly Demon Palace, a battle where many comrades had died.

Although these comrades were just mindless killing machines, the enemy that had forced his organization to pay such a terrible price needed to be reported to the leader.

However, at this moment, a thunderous sound echoed in the ears of the spy and all those who were observing, "Ignorant little rats."

"Bang, bang, bang—"

A series of sounds entered the ears of the three people at the front, the one in the middle sneeringly said, "Sixty-seven people, their heads burst open simultaneously; it must have been a spectacular sight."

"Hey, the day your head bursts, that'll be the real spectacle," said the person on the left, poking a finger in his ear and smirking.

This person's appearance was peculiar, with blue skin that emitted a bone-chilling coldness and a body as round as a sphere, which looked rather comical.

"Fatty Lan, are you seeking death?" the middle person twisted his fingers, grinning maliciously.

"Do you have the ability?"

Fatty Lan, unconcerned, shook what was indiscernible as a waist and sauntered forward boldly.

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