I create patterns, regardless of your level of expertise.

Wuliangsheng arrived as summoned, and was momentarily taken aback to see Hong Tianlu, whose face had turned deathly pale with fright.

What could have frightened this divine deacon so much?

You should know that butlers do all the hard and dirty work, and getting injured is a common occurrence. What kind of injury haven't they suffered? What kind of pain haven't they endured?

How could someone make such a terrifying expression?

"What's wrong?" he asked as he approached.

Li Hao pointed to the soul sand on the ground and said, "Take a look at this."

Wuliang Sheng immediately looked over, and after a careful examination, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Um?"

He didn't reach out to touch it, but instead took out a delicate, shimmering silver handkerchief and touched it through the handkerchief.

The more I touched it, the more surprised I became.

"Even through touch, there is a feeling that my soul is being forcibly pulled out. What is this thing? It is so domineering."

Li Hao first used Soul Sand at the Heavenly Puppet Sect, which was when Wuliang Sheng was not present. Otherwise, he would have known that he could have used it even more powerfully.

When I activated it using the lever, it sucked in the soul of the entire small world.

Without it being activated, the suction power was much weaker; otherwise, Li Hao wouldn't have dared to take it out, since it couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"This stuff is called Soul Sand. According to the setting, it's a polymer of souls, but when I use it, it feels like I'm trapping my soul inside, which is quite painful."

He didn't know exactly how painful it was; he had only used it once.

Last time at the Heavenly Puppet Sect, he even set himself on fire, which caused him even more pain.

Wuliang Sheng looked at it more carefully and said, "Of course it's painful. If I'm not mistaken, the resentment inside this thing is extremely strong."

"If other souls are absorbed, they will inevitably be tormented by this resentment and suffer the pain caused by it."

This resentment is unavoidable; at most, we can use some means to isolate it, but over time, its power will eventually be exhausted.

Souls filled with resentment are called vengeful spirits. This clod of earth is covered with countless painful and distorted faces. Although it is only such a small piece, the number of vengeful spirits inside is probably extremely terrifying.

Calling this thing a cage is a bit of an oversimplification.

It should be described as an object formed by the aggregation and compression of a vast number of vengeful spirits.

Hearing this, Hong Tianlu shuddered again, and asked breathlessly, "Will I die after going in?"

This was the first time Wuliang Sheng had ever seen such a heaven-defying thing, and he couldn't help but look at Li Hao.

Li Hao shrugged and said, "You won't die. It's very difficult to die once you're inside. You can only have your soul gradually eroded over endless years."

After Soul Sand, there is a second form, called Soul Earth.

Soul soil and soul sand are very similar, the biggest difference being that on the surface of soul soil, all the twisted and painful faces have disappeared.

That is the final form after the soul has been "digested" over a long period of time, leaving nothing behind.

Upon hearing this, Hong Tianlu nearly fainted on the spot.

How could such a terrifying thing exist in the world!

Once inside, you won't die, but you'll endure a long period of time, constantly suffering from the torment and resentment of others. What kind of torture is this?!

"Kill me! Kill me!"

Hong Tianlu struggled frantically, preferring to have his soul completely annihilated rather than venture into this soul sand.

"You're so noisy! If you say another word, I'll shove it into your mouth, you believe me?"

Hong Tianlu immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say another word, and could only look at Li Hao with pleading eyes.

The other elders were also pale-faced, feeling both fear and a sense of relief.

Fortunately, they still had some value to Li Hao.

Li Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat surprised.

Is the deterrent power that strong?

After hearing Li Hao's explanation, Wu Liang Sheng clicked his tongue repeatedly: "I thought I was giving you enough credit, but I never expected you to keep pushing the limits of my imagination every now and then."

"The more I look at it, the more it resembles the underworld?"

Li Hao snapped out of his daze and asked in surprise, "You say that too? You really think this thing is the underworld?"

Wuliang Sheng said earnestly, "They are indeed very similar, but there are still some differences."

"What's the difference?"

Wuliang Sheng extended a finger and said, "First, the resentment in the underworld is absorbed by the earth, so the souls inside will not suffer from the torment of resentment."

"For the souls of the underworld, the greatest pain is that they cannot escape it. They can only clearly feel their consciousness becoming more and more confused and blurred day by day, eventually dissipating and becoming soulless beings without any mind."

"Secondly, the underworld only captures a portion of souls; what about yours?"

Li Hao recalled the situation at the Heavenly Puppet Sect that day: "Uh, once it was activated, all the surrounding souls would be forcibly sucked in."

Wuliang Sheng exclaimed, "Then your thing is far more ferocious than the underworld."

"How many souls would it take to condense just this one piece? Fortunately, there's only one."

Li Hao scratched his head: "Actually... there's more than one."

Wuliang Sheng was suddenly horrified: "You can even copy something like this?!"

This doesn't really count as copying.

This is something that originally existed in the game; it doesn't need to be copied, so it can be easily extracted.

Wuliang Sheng's lips twitched, and he asked, "Is there anything in this world that you can't replicate?"

Li Hao shrugged: "I haven't encountered it yet, at least not so far."

Seeing that the topic had gone off track, Li Hao quickly brought it back, "Alright, now I'll just ask one question: Is this thing the underworld, or the entrance to the underworld or something?"

Regarding this question, Wuliang Sheng was quite decisive: "I can tell you with certainty that it is not. But since the two are so similar, perhaps they share a common origin."

Li Hao immediately scoffed, "Same origin? How is that possible?"

One is something in a game, and the other is a real world. Where do they originate from?

"Okay, that's good enough."

After Li Hao finished speaking, he looked at Hong Tianlu again.

Hong Tianlu was now only a soul; his physical body had been destroyed.

I can only say thankfully that's how it is, otherwise I probably would have peed myself from fright.

He desperately wanted to beg for mercy, but Li Hao had just told him to shut up, so he didn't dare to speak, otherwise Li Hao might really have shoved him in.

He could only express his pleading with his eyes, which made Li Hao feel a little nauseous.

Just then, Yang Qianmo, who had been silent until now, suddenly stepped forward: "Human Emperor, in my opinion, why not keep him for experiments?"

The process of seeking divine power inevitably involves personal experience, as it is, after all, a dangerous undertaking.

Then let's use Hong Tianlu. Anyway, I won't feel bad if I break it.

Upon hearing this, Hong Tianlu grasped at a straw and nodded frantically.

Li Hao looked at him, then at Soul Sand, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed.

"Alright, this thing is too fierce. They were just provoking me; they're not really guilty of anything heinous. Let's not use it."

After collecting the soul sand, Li Hao said to Hong Tianlu, "I'm only giving you this one chance. If you dare to disobey, I'll stuff you into the soul sand and then throw you into the void."

Hong Tianlu shivered again, no longer daring to entertain any rebellious thoughts.

Simultaneously.

The spirit world.

The once beautiful land is gone, leaving only patches of blackened, scorched earth.

Standing atop the scorched earth were the four demigods of the Spirit Race.

The Demon Lord's plan proceeded smoothly. One by one, the four demigods were corrupted, and at the cost of sacrificing all the spirit races in the realm, their power far exceeded the limits that the spirit realm could withstand.

With these four powerful figures, it's time for him to avenge the demon realm.