Monk Yi Xin truly intended to leave. His voice was growing fainter and more distant, becoming increasingly elusive. It was clear that he was moving away, employing a bizarre method of escape that concealed his trail.

Yu Ci looked up at the Phantom Demon Golden Tower. It seemed that the venomous Monk had given up a high-quality magical weapon to secure his escape. His decisiveness was indeed extraordinary and stood out from the norm.

"Immortal Gan!"

This was Hu Dan's urgent voice. In such circumstances, people always looked to those of lower rank, determining their hierarchy based on strength. With He Qing trapped, the one naturally in charge was Gan Shi Zhen. The usually aloof Yu Ci was now overlooked.

The delicate female cultivator glanced over at the sound of the voice, then turned her head back without any response.

As Hu Dan was in shock, He Qing, who had been suspended in mid-air, opened her eyes. Immediately, a sharp howl resounded, like a silver bottle shattering. In that instant, it seemed as though a myriad of forces were twisted into the howl, exploding with a bang!

"Hum!"

A faint, thin ripple spread out from He Qing, disappearing in a flash. This was because the howl was highly targeted, naturally dissipating very little. Even so, the minds of those on the periphery, including Yu Ci, were rocked, as if someone had violently shaken their heads by the neck. They felt dizzy and nauseous, and when they looked at the surroundings, everything seemed to be doubled.

He faintly heard Gan Shi Zhen say, "Great Space Splitting Curse!"

It was a curse technique.

Yu Ci held his forehead, slowly recovering from the impact of the sound wave. The few elders of the Lichen Sect he had seen, Xie Yan and Yu Zhou, were skilled swordsmen. Xie Yan was deeply accomplished in talismans, while He Qing was undoubtedly proficient in curse techniques. The Cultivation World's curse technique system had a massive structure and numerous branches, but the most fundamental method of casting was undoubtedly the Curse Sound!

The Curse Sound was like a knife, carrying a fierce and intimidating aura as it whipped through the air.

The Dark Golden Radiance above had already split, opening a long crack. It was as thin as a hair, but it was enough. The Eighteen Dark Demons Wheel Formation could no longer isolate He Qing from the External Primordial Qi, and a single loss of control could trigger a chain reaction.

He Qing stopped her howl and her eyes turned icy. A streak of light suddenly shot across the long crack in the dark night, coming from the sky. It crossed the ten-mile void in an instant, plunging down like a meteor. The cultivators nearby only heard a long hissing sound, and saw the streak of light penetrate through. The Dark Golden Radiance that had covered the sky above was visibly torn and disintegrated.

This seemed to be a sign. The lotus platform at the top of the Phantom Demon Golden Tower, made up of various demon shapes, vibrated slightly. Suddenly, it emitted a sharp sound, and consecutive streams of fog flew out, manifesting into a huge phantom in the void. It was as if a truly powerful demon had appeared in the world, shaking one's soul.

Yet, in the face of the meteoric radiance from the heavens, these illusions seemed to be mere superficialities. The streaking light flashed by, and under its intense illumination, the phantasmal Demons were reduced to ashes in an instant. Their dissolution was so swift and decisive, it was as if the whole scene was a farce that had been rehearsed beforehand!

However, not a single person among those present, including Yu Ci, dared to think of it in such a way.

The moment the radiance clashed with the demonic shadows, their ears were filled with deafening sonic booms. The primordial Qi of heaven and earth around them roiled and raged, sweeping in all directions, blowing the stones and tiles from the ruins of the Treasure Yan Tower into a whirlwind that soared hundreds of feet into the sky.

Amid the chaotic explosions, there was a sudden "crack", followed by an intense surge of black and gold light.

Dong Yan cried out in shock, "They've collided!"

The streak of light had collided head-on with the Phantom Demon Golden Tower!

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In that instant, a twisted crack rapidly spread across the outer layer of the golden tower, reaching the base of the tower in the blink of an eye. A thick, grey mist erupted from the crack. Its density was so high that it ignited upon contact with the air, creating a ring of flames of the same color that sizzled in the atmosphere.

"Prepare for the overflow of Yin Demons' evil energy!"

Shi Song roared out an order, instructing his subordinates to exert their utmost control. He hadn't expected He Qing to actually take action. He felt a sense of suffocation in his chest. This kind of uncontrollable Yin Demons couldn't pose a threat to a Golden Elixir cultivator like him, but if they were to explode and release even a fraction of their energy, the pervasive evil energy could incite human greed and anger, causing chaos throughout the city. It would be no less disastrous than the Demons breaking in!

However, the tail end of his roar was drowned out by an even more intense sound.

Thunderous sounds suddenly erupted in the night sky. To the Cultivators, it was the primordial Qi of heaven and earth converging explosively under a powerful force.

The light that had just destroyed the tower looped in the sky, transforming into a glowing ring that hummed as it spun, showing signs of shrinking inward. Correspondingly, the surrounding primordial Qi seemed to sink like a massive rock in the ocean, creating a whirlpool that pulled everything nearby into its vortex, rushing towards its center!

"It's the Law Sky Prison!"

Yu Ci had seen it once a few months ago and was deeply impressed by the ring. He had always suspected that the essence of the "Law Sky Prison" was a ring. But he couldn't dwell on it. The constant booming noises in his ears and the collapsing buildings around him due to the converging force of the primordial Qi made everything chaotic. The Pure Water Sect, covering dozens of acres, was leveled as if hit by an earthquake. Dust filled the air, and the monks, including the Cultivators who controlled them, were in a state of disarray.

Closer to the center, people like Yu Ci and Shi Song found themselves involuntarily leaning forward. To them, it felt as if they were standing on the edge of a precipice. They tried to retreat, but it was as if an invisible hand was holding them back, preventing their escape.

"Immortal He," Yu Ci wanted to warn He Qing not to harm their own people, but his voice, amplified by True Sha, was torn apart before it could fully escape his lips, leaving him in a sorry state. At that moment, a whistling sound echoed in his ears, and a breeze-like Sword Energy swept past, forming a protective circle around them, shielding them from the terrifying vortex and collapsing force at the center.

He turned to look back, grinning, "Thank you, Master Gan!"

The female cultivator gave him a slight smile, "Aunt Qing's move was a bit overbearing, but she did manage to protect everyone."

As they spoke, the changes in the void above had already taken shape. The cracks on the Phantom Demon Golden Tower continued to spread, the rising grey fog bubbling and boiling, yet never escaping a radius of about a dozen feet. Driven by the Law Sky Prison, the Primordial Qi within a few miles formed such a completely sealed space that it seemed to be shrinking.

The Phantom Demon Golden Tower creaked, as if it could be crushed at any moment by the internal force of the Law Sky Prison!

He Qing, the woman who had orchestrated this situation, didn't even glance at it. She simply extended her right hand, her fingers spread and then clenched. A booming sound filled the air, accompanied by a muffled grunt. Nearly ten miles away in the night sky, a figure collided with a massive wall while flying at high speed. Before he could dissipate his momentum, the powerful rebound force threw him back.

Even before the rebound force had ceased, He Qing extended a single finger, casually making a few strokes. The sound of breaking through the air suddenly rose, and seven or eight long marks appeared in the atmosphere, piercing through the void and the figure's body, tearing flesh and spilling blood.

Her fingers clenched again, and a strong flash burst in the night sky, like a thunderbolt, but it was a "thunder hammer" created by the intense friction of Primordial Qi. It smashed down, blasting the figure several feet into the ground. The ground bulged abnormally, as if a terrifying force was about to erupt at any moment. Meanwhile, countless muffled explosions sounded within, causing the bulging ground to deform and finally burst!

But the powerful force didn't move upward, it went downward. Amid the muffled sounds, the ground collapsed instantly into a hole no more than eight feet in diameter, but several feet deep, bottomless at a glance. The ground within a radius of about a mile was shaken to a crumble, countless cracks spread, the night wind blew, and the moist soil of spring rolled up like a dust storm.

Yu Ci, relying on the Divine Bronze Mirror and a little bit of Soul Sensing, could barely "see" the situation in the distance, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and inhale sharply.

He finally understood He Qing's way of fighting.

It involved using the Law Sky Prison as the pivot, turning the overwhelmingly powerful Primordial Qi of heaven and earth into clay in her hands, to be molded as she wished. Moreover, she arranged the scattered Primordial Qi according to a spell, generating powerful killing moves. Within her control range, there was almost no delay, once activated it was like a storm, giving no one any chance to breathe!

However, he could feel that He Qing was still holding back.

He Qing still ignored the Primordial Qi sphere on the ruins of the temple, sealing the Three Thousand Yin Demons, and flew directly to the battlefield ten miles away, where the Primordial Qi of heaven and earth was violently shaking. She stared at the deep pit that had just appeared there, remaining silent for a long time. Monk Yi Xin, who had just been bombarded without any resistance, was completely breathless.

Over on Yu Ci's side, Hu Dan and Shan Jiao were watching over the cracked Phantom Demon Golden Tower. The others also rushed over. Just in time to hear He Qing's first words after a long silence:

"Lu Mingyue is your accomplice."

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Now, it was He Qing's time.

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