At this moment, Zhou Qing felt the almost exhausted meridians within his body and yet the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"It took more effort than anticipated..."

Then, his gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, looking down at the hundreds of black ships below and the Jieyun Thieves waiting and looking up from the ships, letting out a cold snort.

With a flip of his right hand, an ancient mirror frame appeared out of thin air.

Though it had no mirror surface, it emitted a chaotic aura, and its edges were engraved with obscure Dao patterns, as though carrying the secrets of an obliterated era.

"Collect!"

As Zhou Qing activated his Spiritual Power, thousands of golden threads surged violently from the mirror frame, weaving into a sky-covering net among the clouds like a spider king spinning a web.

Where the threads passed, even space rippled, unexpectedly tearing open the unique suppression force of the Dark Sea!

Below, on the flying ships, the Jieyun Thieves were still immersed in the fantasy of the nine leaders surely winning.

Some even excitedly waved their weapons: "The leaders must have won! That kid is definitely…"

Suddenly, the voice of the cultivator who first spoke stopped abruptly.

He found, with horror, his arm uncontrollably raised, a golden thread somehow already wrapped around his wrist.

"This, this is..."

The entire airspace instantly became chaotic.

The swifter Jieyun Thieves immediately summoned their Flying Swords to cut off the threads, only to find their Spiritual Power running sluggishly, as if stuck in a quagmire.

More were unable to react, finding their limbs suddenly wrapped in golden threads.

Zhou Qing's eyes blazed with cold light, his five fingers suddenly clenched.

"Rise!"

The golden threads abruptly tightened, and tens of thousands of Jieyun Thieves simultaneously let out piercing screams.

Some were dragged upside down by their ankles into the clouds, some had their necks strangled until veins bulged, more twisted like marionettes, rising into the air.

Their Protective Spiritual Light burned like paper under the Karmic Fire, instantly turning into balls of flame.

On the Cloud Whale, Jin Mantang stared blankly at this horrifying scene.

Watching one screaming figure after another disappear into the dark clouds, leaving long fiery trails in the vision.

An absurd thought suddenly flashed across his mind: This isn't a cultivator's magical battle; it's clearly a spider collecting its web and prey!

"This... this battle..." a guard's voice trembled, "Did Mr. Ji win?"

Luo Lingling leaned against the ship's rail, hugging an old hen, her mouth involuntarily curling up, her heart letting out a long sigh of relief.

But looking at the golden threads dancing across the sky, she suddenly chuckled: "Has Xiao Qing turned into a big spider?"

A few days ago, when he used his Double Pupils, didn't his pupils seem to have a spider's shadow in them too?

It seems, over the years when I wasn't around, Xiao Qing has indeed acquired quite the fortuitous encounters.

...

Whizz, whizz, whizz!

Countless golden threads closed in like a spider web, mercilessly dragging the screaming Jieyun Thieves into the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror.

Being kind to others is being cruel to oneself!

Zhou Qing's expression was stern, his gaze like lightning.

These Jieyun Thieves followed Tu Qianyue and others, rampaging through various places for years, their hands stained with the blood of countless innocents. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

They burn, kill, and plunder merchant caravans, even enjoying torturing cultivators.

Today is merely a cycle of cause and effect, reaping what they've sown!

Moreover, if even one of these desperados is let go today, tomorrow it could bring forth more enemies.

It would also allow them to continue wreaking havoc everywhere, harming more innocents.

As the last person was dragged inside, the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror emitted extremely horrifying suction.

Since acquiring this incomplete Extreme Dao Weapon, it was the first time Zhou Qing had absorbed tens of thousands simultaneously.

The Spiritual Power consumed in the process was imaginable!

Without hesitation, he flipped his right hand, taking out an ancient Gathering Spirit Array Disc.

The disc was entirely a blue-red two-tone, its surface engraved with intricate array patterns.

It was precisely the bi-colored Spirit Gathering Array he personally crafted through the information feedback from [Daily Reflection] after dozens of mirror frame identifications.

After all, one cannot always rely on Lu Yaoyao.

Then, he drew out ten Top-Grade Spirit Stones from a thief's Storage Bag, accurately embedding them into the disc's grooves with a flick of his fingertips.

"Buzz——"

The array disc immediately bloomed with dazzling Spiritual Light, the precision light pattern array instantly activating to form a stable Spiritual Power cycle.

Zhou Qing swiftly placed the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror at the center of the array disc.

The ancient lines on the mirror frame instantly lit up with scarlet light, like an awakened Fierce Beast, greedily devouring Spiritual Power.

Having done this, Zhou Qing's figure flickered, turning directly into a stream of light, actively burrowing into the mirror's world!

In the next moment, the Spirit Stones on the array disc dimmed visibly.

The first Top-Grade Spirit Stone shattered into powder within merely a breath, scattering.

Followed by the second, third...

When the third Spirit Stone was exhausted, the mirror frame suddenly shook violently.

"Boom!"

A cyan light broke through the mirror, Zhou Qing's figure re-emerging.

And now in his hand, were six crimson Tribulation Crystals.

Zhou Qing looked down at the Tribulation Crystals in his hand, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.

"Although my actions now resemble those of a demon..."

But immediately, his gaze became firm.

"Those whom I, Zhou Qing, kill are all those who deserve it!"

"Even if the future brings questioning during Spirit Slash, I will stand upright, with nothing to be ashamed of in my heart!"

...

Then, Zhou Qing put away the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror, stepping onto the void, slowly descending from the dark clouds.

On the Cloud Whale, Jin Mantang and others unconsciously held their breath.

They looked up at the figure descending from the heavens — his robe fluttering, black hair flying, still lingering with the residual Spiritual Power echoes around him.

At this moment, Zhou Qing was like a celestial descending to earth.