The Blade-Wielding Legend

All kinds of cacophonous sounds suddenly exploded by his ears.

It was no longer a single voice or a few voices, but thousands upon thousands of utterly different screeches, whispers, manic laughter, weeping, curses... merging into a formless, intangible yet heavy and viscous tide of sound that slammed brutally against his Divine Soul.

The so‑called "Tower Forest" before his eyes was not in the usual shape of a Buddha Tower, but a cluster of black stone towers, some tall, some short, all twisted in form.

The tower bodies were riddled with apertures of varying depth and indescribable carved marks; each tower was like a throbbing heart, spewing outward visible wisps of black‑gray mist, thick and thin.

All of it was the mottled Demonic Qi forcibly confined here.

"Ugh..."

Li Yan let out a muffled groan, feeling as though countless steel needles were stirring inside his skull, about to mash his brain and his reason together into pulp.

Those demonic voices seeped through every crack, carrying powerful Gu‑like seduction and corrosive force: some tried to rouse the deepest fears buried in his heart, some promised might enough to annihilate heaven and earth, and others used the filthiest language to provoke his seven emotions and six desires.

Forcing down his surging blood and dizziness, Li Yan immediately circulated the North Emperor Exorcism Spell Heart Method. A chill, austere Gang Qi rose within him.

At the same time, the Daluo Dharma Body was constantly repairing his Divine Soul.

Even so, that torrent of demonic sound still left him extremely uncomfortable.

Li Yan dared not delay in the slightest, refusing to listen closely to the specific content of those voices. Enduring a splitting headache, he swiftly took from his robe a talisman that glowed with a faint yellow light.

This was precisely the sensing talisman Wang Daoxuan had painstakingly refined before departure, using an item tainted with the aura of the Night Crying Man.

Now, the talisman flickered like a candle in the wind, its light unstable, but as Li Yan poured his Gang Qi into it, it suddenly trembled and pointed toward the depths of the Tower Forest.

Li Yan clenched his teeth and followed the direction indicated by the talisman, shuffling forward step by difficult step.

Each step he took felt as if he were treading upon countless screaming souls.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at those stone towers of every shape and form, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his heart.

The Demonic Qi here was far more heterogeneous than he had imagined.

It was not only the native Demon Evil of Japan, steeped in the island nation’s resentment and the aura of its mountains and sea‑born spirit monsters, but even mingled with several utterly different "mutants."

Among them were several currents bearing a dense, dark resonance like the low hum of a church pipe organ—clearly the power of Demon Gods from the distant Western Ocean.

What most chilled his heart, however, were a few towers whose aura was the most vicious, their bodies inscribed all over with twisted demonic runes; the pure malice and cold gloom they exuded unmistakably belonged to the Seventy-two Demon Gods.

When did the Jianmu Organization release so much Demonic Qi?

It was a pity this was not in the Divine State, otherwise it could all be taken in one sweep.

Li Yan forced himself to withdraw his gaze and focused on the talisman’s guidance.

At last, in a relatively secluded corner of the Tower Forest, the talisman’s light stabilized, pointing straight at a black stone tower approximately the height of two men.

This tower looked quite unremarkable, its body covered in fine fissures, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The Demonic Qi leaking from those cracks carried a strange, drowsiness‑inducing viscosity, like innumerable tiny, invisible mouths greedily sucking away the energy of any who approached.

This was precisely the Original Demon Qi that had infected the Night Crying Man!

Li Yan dared not be negligent. Enduring the sense of mental withdrawal that this Demonic Qi induced, he formed a Mantra with both hands, and five palm‑sized black triangular flags howled forth.

The flag surfaces stirred without wind, radiating a deep black light: these were the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag, and only Daluo Magical Artifacts of this grade could suppress Demonic Qi.

Li Yan silently chanted a Magic Spell, fingers locking into a Seal Technique, then sharply drew the little flags toward the fissures of that stone tower!

"Decree!"

The black light on the flags suddenly surged, transforming into a spinning black vortex as a powerful capturing force erupted.

The Demonic Qi spilling out—steeped in dormancy and energy‑draining properties—seemed to have met its nemesis; it let out a voiceless shriek as it was forcibly dragged from the cracks, congealing into a stream of ink‑thick black liquid that madly poured into the vortex on the flags.

The flag surfaces shook violently and gales roared around them, clearly showing that this Original Demon Qi was fiercely resisting.

Beads of sweat appeared on Li Yan’s brow as he continuously channeled Gang Qi to stabilize the Banner.

Moments later, the Demonic Qi leaking from the fissures of the stone tower was completely swept away, and that drowsy sensation likewise dissipated.

Got it!

With his heart settling, Li Yan immediately withdrew the Luofeng Flag. He did not spare a glance for the surrounding stone towers, which had grown even more manic and restless after their Original Demon Qi was seized, but turned and left at once.

This place was absolutely not fit for lingering.

Stay one moment more and his Divine Soul would suffer one more degree of corrosion.

Li Yan’s figure quickly vanished into the gray mist shrouding the edge of the Tower Forest.

He did not notice that just as he had stepped out of that region, a patch of mist thicker and more stagnant than its surroundings had silently spread through the depths of the Tower Forest behind him.

The mist flowed slowly like a living thing, and from within it a petite figure in Japanese kimono emerged as if sleepwalking.

It was Ah Shi!

At this moment, she was not in her physical body, but like Li Yan, was in a state of Yin Soul Patrol.

Yet her condition was exceedingly strange.

Her eyes were hollow and vacant; the originally lively, clear gaze was now veiled by a thick layer of gray haze, utterly devoid of focus.

Her small body moved stiffly, as though pulled by an invisible string. She ignored the overwhelming Demonic Qi and all the seductive demonic voices around her, only stubbornly, step by step, walking toward the very core of the Tower Forest, where the Demonic Qi was deepest.

Her steps were slow yet unwavering, her target clear.

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