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Upon hearing Hua Changxi's provocative words, Lady White Bone was slightly taken aback, then let out a string of silvery laughter as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You've certainly got quite the nerve."

She leaned lazily against the sedan chair, casually glancing at the mindless ghosts around her: "Since you don't want to do it, I'll clean up these leftovers for you."

Before she finished speaking, Lady White Bone slowly extended her jade-like, pale hand from the sedan chair.

The hand was extremely beautiful, but it was completely bloodless. The nails had an eerie, translucent bone-colored appearance, and the fingertips lightly touched the void.

"Whoo~"

An incredibly terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from the white sedan chair!
Those ghosts who had collapsed to the ground and lost their minds began to float up uncontrollably.

They were like withered leaves swept up by a gale, helplessly flying towards the white sedan chair.

"No~"

Several ghost leaders who still retained their senses were filled with terror in their eyes. They desperately tried to grab onto the rocks on the ground, their fingernails scratching sparks into the hard black rock, but they still could not resist the domineering suction force.

Hua Changxi stood still, watching this scene expressionlessly, secretly on guard. The ghostly flame in the bone lantern flickered erratically, as if it too sensed the terror of that power.

As soon as the ghosts flying in the air got within three feet of the white sedan chair, their bodies began to rapidly shrivel up.

Their soul power, essence, and even ghostly bodies were being forcibly stripped away at a visible speed, turning into streams of black light that flowed continuously into the white-clad woman's palms along with the invisible suction force.

In just a few breaths, the dense horde of ghosts in front of Chongyuankou vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

This battlefield, which was originally filled with killing and plunder, instantly became deathly silent, almost too clean.

Lady White Bone lazily withdrew her hand, as if she had only done a trivial matter: "The taste is so-so, too many impurities."

She frowned in disdain, her gaze returning to Hua Changxi, her previously languid eyes turning playful: "You little rascal, you're quite interesting."

Despite his weak aura, he could still control ghost fire and use a soul weapon made from the throat bone of the great demon Guiche.

As she finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure enveloped Hua Changxi.

Hua Changxi's expression remained unchanged as he silently stared at Lady White Bone, though the ghostly fire within the white bone lantern in his hand burned even brighter once more.

Lady White Bone stared at her, her fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the sedan chair, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound, as if she were considering her options.

The female ghost's soul smells so good; if I devour it, my soul will definitely grow stronger.

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Lady White Bone glanced at the male ghost clearing the way in front of the sedan chair, as well as the four ghosts carrying it, sighed helplessly, and chuckled softly: "Fine, I won't hold it against you today."

She leaned back lazily into the sedan chair: "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white sedan chair rose into the air once more.

The pathfinders and sedan chair bearers moved in perfect unison, carrying the somber white sedan chair toward the entrance of Chongyuan. Without the slightest hesitation, they leaped into the air and vanished like ghosts into the churning black sea of ​​clouds.

After a moment of weightlessness and a fall, once their feet touched solid ground, Chu Junyi and his four companions, along with the white sedan chair, had safely landed in a darker, more gloomy region.

Lady White Bone's languid voice came from inside the sedan chair: "Don't rush off yet."

Upon hearing this, Chu Junyi turned to look at the white sedan chair: "You want to ambush that female ghost in black from earlier?"

The sedan curtain remained unmoved, only a faint chuckle could be heard, which could be considered an admission.

Ye Jingzhou, who had been silently carrying the sedan chair, spoke up at this moment, his voice steady: "I advise you to think twice. I just cast a divination in secret, and the divination shows that if we confront that female ghost, we may suffer a great loss."

Upon hearing this, Lady White Bone's languid smile vanished instantly, and she even straightened her posture, her tone carrying a hint of surprise and doubt: "Really?"

She had always admired the abilities of Chu Junyi and his four companions.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have willingly been held hostage by them, leading them to wander aimlessly throughout the Nine Netherworlds.

Ye Jingzhou said confidently, "Although I am not an expert in divination, I can still glean some basic information about good and bad fortune." Upon hearing this, Lady White Bone frowned, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes: "What a pity..." Such a pure and sweet soul is rare in the Nine Netherworld!

Seeing this, Chu Junyi advised in a deep voice, "The Nine Netherworld has been quite turbulent lately. It's best for you to avoid provoking those powerful figures whose backgrounds are unclear. Don't forget, Lady Bi'anhua's clone was killed by an unknown brat."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the little flame that was stirring in Lady White Bone's heart.

She sighed softly, her tone becoming more solemn: "The news that the Nine Nether Soul Realm is about to appear has attracted all sorts of demons and monsters."

A moment later, she leaned back in the sedan chair, regaining her previous languidness: "Never mind, let's continue on our way. The entrance to the Chongyuan Pass between the third and fourth levels of the Nine Netherworlds is not easy to find."

"You all be careful too. Anyone who can set foot in the third level of the Nine Netherworld is no ordinary person. Don't let your identities be discovered."

Fifteen minutes after the white sedan chair had gone far away, Hua Changxi's figure finally fell from Chongyuan's mouth.

As soon as she landed, she released her divine sense and, finding no ambush, picked up the white bone lantern again and quickly moved away from Chongyuankou.

The third level of the Nine Netherworlds feels even more suffocating.

If the first layer is a hazy grayness, where one can still discern the path ahead; the second layer is oppressive darkness, where one can be illuminated by will-o'-the-wisps; then this third layer is a deathly silence—even the darkness seems to have gained weight, heavily enveloping every inch of perception.

There was no wind, but a bone-chilling coldness emanated from all directions, like countless icy needles piercing through the pores of the skin and flesh, reaching straight to the bone marrow.

The ghostly flames of the bone lanterns were reduced to the size of a thumb, their glow shrinking to the ground and barely illuminating an area of ​​a few feet.

Beyond the aperture, there was not pure darkness, but countless enormous shadows, some like animal bones magnified a hundred times, jagged and jarring; others like the twisted and bizarre remains of ancient gods.

What's most chilling is this deathly silence.

There were no ghostly cries, no wolf howls, no battle roars, and not even the chirping of insects.

This silence is like an invisible net, enveloping you, making even your heartbeat exceptionally clear, each beat striking your taut nerves and causing you to feel inexplicably uneasy.

A sharp pain shot through the back of her right hand. Hua Changxi looked down and saw black fish-like patterns appearing on the back of her hand. She immediately knew that the black flames on her nascent soul were flickering due to the influence of the environment.

The flickering black flames indicated that her emotions were fluctuating, and that these were negative emotions.

While silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, Hua Changxi carefully made her way through the darkness, relying on the vibrations of the broken sword.

Not long after they started walking, they heard some movement in the fog ahead.

Hua Changxi stopped, held her breath, and stared intently ahead, her gaze piercing through the thin layer of will-o'-the-wisp.

Soon, the mist slowly dissipated, and more than a dozen black figures emerged from the shadows.

They were burly and muscular, exuding a ferocity and fierceness completely different from the ghost race.

There was no trace of the sinister nature of the demon race in his eyes; instead, they burned with naked ferocity and violence, as if he were ready to tear everything in front of him apart at any moment.

What is most striking are the black lines etched on their foreheads.

Those were not ordinary totems, but rather jagged, serrated cracks, like the marks left on a piece of perfect porcelain after it had been struck hard with a heavy hammer, leaving it on the verge of breaking.

The cracks burst wildly from the center of his brow toward his hairline, radiating an extremely unstable and violent aura; just looking at them sent shivers down one's spine.

Upon seeing the lines on the newcomer's forehead, Hua Changxi's gaze narrowed slightly, and the memories left behind by Lady Chiyan quickly surfaced in her mind.

Those patterns are called Netherworld Patterns.

In the Nine Netherworlds, the race and cultivation level of a being can be accurately discerned through the shape, color, and quantity of the Netherworld markings.

At this moment, Hua Changxi was facing the most war-loving race in the Nine Netherworlds—the Demon Clan!
The dark markings on the foreheads of these demons were all clearly visible, and there were exactly four of them.

The four dark runes represent the Demon General Realm.

In other words, these dozen or so figures are all demon generals! (End of Chapter)