The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

The second and third birds attacked from both sides simultaneously.

Chen Hao raised his hand, and two sword energies crossed out.

Two muffled thuds followed as two corpses crashed heavily to the ground.

The remaining two leaders stopped. In their dark red eyes, fear completely overwhelmed their ferocity. The largest one let out a sharp screech, turned, and ran, burrowing deeper into the cave.

"run?"

Chen Hao's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in the leader's escape route. He pressed a palm on its head, poured in spiritual power, and before the leader could even struggle, its entire body shattered from the inside.

The last leader collapsed to the ground, its limbs limp, too weak to even escape.

Chen Hao walked over and looked down at it.

It was actually trembling.

"People like you will only bring trouble if you're kept around."

With a flick of his finger, the last commander turned into black smoke.

The leader was dealt with, but the problem wasn't completely solved. Deeper within this underground space, countless low-level abyssal demons still writhed. They were densely packed, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Chen Hao stood in the center of the cave and closed his eyes.

Energy began to gather around him at an alarming rate. Energy in the air was being frantically drawn in, forming a visible vortex that swirled around Chen Hao.

The ground began to crack.

The Flame Spirit Stones on the dome trembled violently, and some even broke off directly from the top.

Sensing the danger, the low-level abyssal demons frantically fled deeper, trampling each other and letting out mournful howls.

Chen Hao opened his eyes.

"net."

One word.

Centered on him, a pure white light suddenly exploded out.

No sound.

Or rather, the sound was swallowed up in that instant.

The white light spread in all directions with unstoppable force, and wherever it passed, all the Soul Devouring Abyss Demons—regardless of size or strength—evaporated instantly upon contact with the white light.

It didn't shatter, it didn't burn.

It is annihilation at the molecular level.

The white light penetrated the rock wall, pierced through the strata, and spread deeper into the earth.

Those abyssal demons that tried to escape, no matter how far they ran, vanished into nothingness the instant the white light arrived.

The entire underground space shook violently, and a large amount of debris fell from the dome.

Three seconds later, the white light dissipated.

Apart from Chen Hao, there were no other living creatures in the cave.

Even the yin energy was mostly purified.

Concentric circles of burn marks were left on the ground, stretching from Chen Hao's feet all the way to the end of the cave and disappearing into the darkness.

Chen Hao exhaled a breath of stale air and looked around.

Clean

On the ground, the crowd grew increasingly anxious.

Yang Wanqing lay on the edge of the pit and looked down, but he could see nothing but endless darkness.

"It's been ten minutes..."

"Is Master alright?" She turned to look at Chen Siyao.

Chen Siyao rolled her eyes: "What do you think?"

The ground suddenly shook violently as soon as he finished speaking.

Everyone lost their balance at the same time. Yang Wanqing almost fell into the pit, but Ying Wenjie grabbed her by the back of her collar.

"What's going on?!"

"An earthquake?"

Immediately afterwards, a beam of white light shot up from the bottom of the pit and into the sky.

The beam of light lasted for two or three seconds before dissipating, leaving behind a warm stream of air gushing out of the pit.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ye Chendong swallowed hard: "...Did Master do this?"

No one answered, but everyone knew the answer in their hearts.

The bottom layer of rock in the abyss suddenly shattered, and the thick soil and rocks peeled away layer by layer, completely exposing a winding crimson mineral vein. Countless crystal-clear, fiery red spirit stones were embedded in the rock layer, and spiritual energy surged and billowed.

He swept his palm across the void, unleashing a powerful storage power.

The entire vein was uprooted in an instant, and countless Flame Spirit Stones flew into his palm, all of which were taken into the Qiankun Secret Realm. Not a single stone was left behind!

Flame Spirit Stones are catalysts for the power of Soul Devouring Abyss Demons. Without them, the growth rate of Abyss Demons would be much slower.

After all the ore veins were removed, the yin energy at the bottom of the pit visibly diminished. But it wasn't enough; the source of the yin energy remained.

He looked up at the darkness above him—the seal he had personally laid down ten thousand years ago was there.

Chen Hao took one last look at the place that had been sealed for ten thousand years, and then flew upwards.

His clothes were intact, and not a single hair was disheveled.

"It's all taken care of," he said.

Yang Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to ask what the white light that shot into the sky was, but seeing Chen Hao's nonchalant expression, she swallowed her words.

Asking is pointless. The master never explains.

Chen Hao did not leave immediately, but looked at the deep pit again.

Although most of the Yin energy at the bottom of the pit had been purified, new Yin energy was still slowly seeping from deep within the rock strata. This substance originated from the depths of the earth, and as long as the source remained, the Soul-Devouring Abyss Demon would inevitably re-emerge sooner or later.

Like bacteria, they cannot be eradicated.

Chen Hao took the ancient sword out of his Qiankun bag.

Chen Hao raised his hand and summoned the ancient sword covered in runes from his Qiankun bag, which flew out and hovered in front of him.

Om-!

One by one, the runes on the sword lit up, like beacon fires being lit. When all the runes were lit, he released his grip, and the ancient sword slowly rose, hovering in the center of the deep pit.

A golden halo spread outwards from the sword, eventually enveloping the entire bottom of the pit. The chilling wind stopped.

"Return journey."

The simple word "simple" sealed the fate of the journey home.

His gaze swept across the empty plain, and he raised his hand and waved.

A flash of spiritual light appeared in the void, and the ancient pavilion that stood half a moon on the plain, simple and elegant, instantly shrank to the size of an inch, turned into a stream of light and flew into his Qiankun bag, disappearing without a trace.

The trial here has ended; there is no need to leave anything behind.

"Xiao Qing".

With a soft call, the three-colored little green bird flew off Chen Siyao's shoulder, its size increasing dramatically the moment it landed.

In the blink of an eye, the giant bird, its size increased by dozens of feet and its wings spread out, appeared before everyone.

No matter how many times you watch it, this scene still sends chills down your spine.

The group climbed onto Xiaoqing's broad back one by one. The feathers were stiff and warm, and surprisingly, they felt very stable underfoot.

Chen Hao was the last to go up, and he looked back at the sealed land.

"Walk."

Xiao Qing soared into the air, her enormous body traversing the clouds as she flew towards the Eastern Continent.

The wind howled, and the clouds churned beneath our feet.

A vast sea of ​​clouds, swift as the wind.

Xiao Qing carried everyone soaring through the heavens, traversing the vast ocean, and rapidly heading towards the territory of China.

A gentle breeze caressed my face amidst the ethereal atmosphere, and the fatigue from days of battle vanished, leaving only the ease and anticipation of returning home.

After about an hour of flight, at noon the following day, Xiaoqing, amidst a sky full of blue clouds, landed steadily on the observation deck of the top floor of Baotian City.

Its wings folded, and its body returned to its petite and delicate form, as it obediently landed to rest to the side.

The group followed Chen Hao into the luxurious lobby on the top floor. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a bustling and vibrant cityscape, with cars and people thronging the streets and fireworks, a stark contrast to the desolate and forbidden lands of Australia, making them feel as if they had stepped into another world.

After half a month of battling in the abyss of blood, they returned to the bustling world of humanity.