At such a time, Fang Geyu’s sharp tongue was as strong as ever.

Mu Yunye’s expression remained composed and calm, but the joints resting on the golden carriage’s frame were gripping tightly, turning slightly white.

Yet the self-assured strength conveyed in his words was even more genuine and intense than usual.

Leaning half his body against the front of the golden carriage, he sneered coldly: "The fact is, mortals in front of an Immortal are like those from humble backgrounds in the eyes of officials in power.

From humble backgrounds, it’s difficult to produce distinguished offspring; those born noble, with extraordinary Talent, naturally flourish, but those born lowly, no matter how hard they try, are in vain.

There are some people whose path is destined from the moment they are born to extend only so far.

Becoming a disciple of the Taixuan Nine Classics is already considered a great fortune by ordinary people, but how does a humble scholar leap through the Dragon Sect to forge brilliance?

This outstanding Talent, though it attracts momentary shock and attention from all, more often becomes a blade hanging overhead, a death talisman."

Mu Yunye’s confidence has never been easily shaken.

He looked up at Golden Immortal Feng Xu without any trace of fear, seeming unable to empathize with the awe and fear of the masses toward the Golden Immortal, a faintly domineering smile on his face:

"If I, as King, awakened the six Divine Talismans at this moment, would Miss Fang think Golden Immortal Feng Xu would dare to act so thunderously?"

"Boring." Fang Geyu’s expression was indifferent as she lowered the curtain, though the depths of her eyes remained empty and lonely.

Such a casual demeanor did not stir even a ripple from Mu Yunye’s words.

Seeing her no longer observing the situation on the altar, Mu Yunye was somewhat surprised, "Oh? Miss Fang doesn’t seem at all worried about your beloved being in trouble?"

Fang Geyu laughed coldly, her gaze showing a hint of mockery as she looked at him: "You’re right, the feeling of having someone to protect you is indeed very nice."

As Fang Geyu’s words settled, a great wind suddenly stirred between heaven and earth, and from an unknown direction in the sky, a deep and ancient bell tolled.

The sound, though heavy, gave an inexplicable sense of chilling desolation.

Under this bell toll, dusk descended, a green round moon merged, yet upon closer inspection, it remained daytime.

Only a vast, oppressive black rain-like mass danced from all sides, pouring forth across the skies.

Amongst the chilling, screeching winds and crows, a fiery red flame suddenly ignited out of nowhere, engulfed by the flock of crows, resembling a cluster of fiery flames in a billowing dress in the wind, crimson, majestic.

From within the flame, a slender elongated foot slowly stepped forth, a black boot trimmed with luxurious gold encasing the calf, gently stepping onto the altar no one dared approach.

"Boom!!!!"

Like a meteor striking a celestial bell!

The grand altar erected by Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s mighty Divine Power dropped heavily, bringing a peerless, domineering force, securely restoring itself to the earth.

And the Barrier set by Feng Xu shattered like a mirror, breaking into pieces.

Black crows blanketed the skies, like souls coldly wandering among the living, witnessing boundless death in this living crimson Capital.

As the flame dispersed, a slender and tall woman figure emerged, holding a green Luminous Glass Lamp in her hand.

From the lamp sprouted six silver-white flames, cold and devoid of warmth, leaping out and continuously surrounding the woman.

No matter how fiercely the winds blew, those six flames remained unfazed.

In the haunting cold fire, the woman’s face was like ice jade, surrounded by a flock of crows, with long hair and a red dress billowing in the wind, like One Drop of Blood on ink paper.

The woman’s face was carved as if by a cold blade, showing no expression.

Yet anyone present could sense she was furious, but terrifyingly calm.

In this world of cold fire and nether crows, she smiled gracefully, and the radiant Immortal Energy around Golden Immortal Feng Xu dimmed, her lips subtly curling with an undercover smile like the aftermath of a brutal massacre on a desolate battlefield, with a sinister voice.

"Though I’ve long ceased to govern reincarnation affairs, if an Immortal wishes to glimpse the Netherworld Night of Wangchuan, I can guide you."

Faced with the unexpectedly powerful Lady Ying Ji, Baili An was left gaping, temporarily speechless.

In Baili An’s memory, his mother had been trapped by love during his childhood, entangled within Bai Tuo Mountain.

Always in a self-pitying state, resigned and melancholy.

Who would have guessed, when truly angered, she would burn with such fiery and enchanting might.

Three paths and six ways, ten thousand ghosts paving the road, that aura of universal reverence was no less formidable than Golden Immortal Feng Xu.

Baili An thought this was not a good time for his mother’s bold appearance, nervously moving forward: "Um... perhaps you should calm down."

Yet after all... in this world, no one can question an angry mother’s instincts to protect her child.

His hand hadn’t yet touched Ying Ji’s clothes when her warm, cool hand gently ruffled his head.

The gesture was like a mother hen tenderly smoothing her chicks.

Baili An, once ruffled, lost all sense of temper, and before he realized, Ying Ji, supported by the six silver-white flames around her, ascended to stand before Feng Xu perched upon the Scale Stones.

Her eyes coldly narrowed, showcasing to all an extreme dominance and ignoring reason.

A desolate, eerie chant sounded, as nether crows flew through the skies, the ancient and wild aura spreading like rampant weeds.

"Lower Ghost Talisman, stars misaligned, sun and moon eclipsed, Wangchuan crossing, famine encroaches, curses will manifest, corpses prevail, demons retreat."

"Summon the Yin Sovereign————!"

The winds rose between heaven and earth, All Heavens ablaze, shadowy ghost flames.

Heaven and earth King Dharma Form appeared, holding an ancient stele akin to a grave, a grave spanning the sky for centuries, the grave opened, cleaving a limitless path.

The path named Netherworld reaches Nine Nethers.

The Yin Sovereign below, Ying Ji stood atop the ancient stele in a red dress, her eyes half red, half dark, fully opened as Yin Yang Eyes.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu’s indifferent expression changed drastically, for reasons unknown, bullied just a mere Mortal today, but drew the wrath of the Central Netherworld Empress.

If in the Immortal World, he naturally wouldn’t fear a mere thousand-year cultivator Empress of the Central Netherworld.

However, this time he descended with an Immortal Body, many shackles binding his spiritual method, coupled with a cultivation practice tapping many Essences against the heavens.

His Immortal Life was inherently limited, facing the end of decay, only by continuously plundering female Essence could he maintain the Immortal Body’s perpetuity.

The Central Netherworld Empress was a daughter of Taiyin, once holding authority over life and death and Yin-Yang scroll, observing Mortal longevity, Immortal and Ghost lifespan.

This was a power unique to the lineage of the Taiyin Emperor.

Now, with the Yin Yang Eyes awakened, everything regarding Feng Xu’s Immortal Life within his destiny was observed thoroughly.

Long-hidden secrets were exposed with a glance, an immense disadvantage.

And this Central Netherworld Empress, known as the Earth Queen, resonated with Mortal World power, called forth Yin Sovereign through a Summoning Seal to lead Immortals, open pathways for ghosts.

The yang lifespan stolen from those Immortal women tainted by karma barrier, naturally converted into black Yin life.

Between the two, confronting directly wasn’t necessary, only her mind to follow Divine will, and she could command the Yin Sovereign to draw from him the lifespan that didn’t belong to him.

Golden Immortal Feng Xu dared not linger long, tapping a foot, Immortal Light burgeoning around him, rising to the heavens.

He summoned forth an Immortal Sword with an outstretched hand, slashing toward the sky, the night swallowed by a tear of darkness.

Tianlight showered, separating distantly the Nine Heavens, his aura surged vast, like a whale swallowing rivers, borrowing a mighty flow of Immortal Energy.

The Immortal Sword in his hand rose skyward, cleaving the skies, causing the Heavenly River to descend, transforming into a vast Heavenly Sword, poised to strike.

Ying Ji snorted coldly, in her eyes, the dual pupils rotated, forming layers of Dharma Seals, her skirt billowing like a night Demon Flower, she lightly leapt from the shoulder of the Yin Sovereign.