The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Su Yunzhao and Ye Wuhen both froze. Su Yunzhao asked tremblingly, "Sect Leader Shen... you promised to release us..."

"I promised to release you, but I didn't agree to let you take your cultivation with you." Shen Yifei walked up to her and patted her dantian.

With a soft "poof," the last bit of spiritual energy remaining in Su Yunzhao's body was instantly drained.

She felt as if her spine had been removed, collapsing to the ground, too weak to even scream, only able to let out gasping breaths.

Ye Wuhen, watching from the side, was furious. "Shen Yifei! You fucking broke your promise!"

"I keep my word. I said I would let you go, and I will."

Shen Yifei stood up, walked to Ye Wuhen, and patted his dantian in the same way.

"You two have committed numerous evils. If you still retained your cultivation, you might harm others again someday. I've destroyed your cultivation so you can live as ordinary people and live out your lives peacefully. Don't go around harming others anymore."

Ye Wuhen collapsed limply to the ground, lying next to Su Yunzhao; both mother and son had become useless.

Shen Yifei looked down at them. "Madam Ye, please don't blame me. I'm doing this for your own good. Ordinary people may have a harder life, but at least they can live to a ripe old age."

Su Yunzhao lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face, but she could no longer speak.

Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth, staring intently at Shen Yifei, his eyes filled with a desire to devour him alive.

Shen Yifei ignored his gaze, took out two pills from his storage ring, squatted down, and stuffed them into the mouths of Su Yunzhao and Ye Wuhen.

"These are two longevity pills, which can allow you to live for another hundred or eighty years. Although you will lose your cultivation, you will be healthy and live to be a hundred years old, which can be considered a peaceful death."

Su Yunzhao swallowed the pill and felt a warm current spread through his body, and his weak body indeed regained some strength.

She struggled to her feet and kowtowed to Shen Yifei, "Thank you... Sect Master Shen for sparing my life..."

Ye Wuhen refused to kowtow, but Shen Yifei didn't bother with him. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can go now. Once you leave the Northern Underworld, head south, find a place to settle down, live in anonymity, and live out your lives peacefully. Don't let me run into you again, or I won't be so lucky next time."

Su Yunzhao kowtowed again, then struggled to his feet, helped Ye Wuhen, and limped away.

"Master, you really let them go?" Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron, looking puzzled.

"Really refine them? It's not very meaningful. From now on, I, the Emperor of All Things, can't refine people indiscriminately; I can only refine those who deserve to die. Look at Jin Lian's fate; I don't want to end up like him!"

After listening, Liu Mengli nodded as if she understood but not quite.

"Master, will that old Soul Devourer really eat the Beauty Soul you refined?"

"He'll definitely swallow it." Shen Yifei grinned. "It's made by a Phoenix Clan beauty; this is probably the first time he's seen it. This old pervert definitely can't resist such temptation."

As the two were talking, Hai Xue'er walked in from outside. "Young Master Shen, the offerings have been prepared. As per tradition, we will depart for the Underworld early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I understand. Princess Xue'er, how is your father doing?"

"Father has regained consciousness and is recuperating." Hai Xue'er smiled with relief. "Thanks to Young Master Shen, Father was able to break free from the control of those two soul envoys. He also said that once he has recovered somewhat, he will come to thank Young Master Shen in person."

"No need for thanks, just let him recover well." Shen Yifei waved his hand. "By the way, is the person delivering the offerings tomorrow reliable?"

"Reliable, he is my father's most trusted old subordinate. He already knows that you will be mixed in with the sacrifices, and he will arrange for you to be in the front position."

"Alright, then everything is ready. We just need to wait for the full moon to meet that old Soul-Eating bastard!"

The following evening, the setting sun painted the icy plains of the Northern Sea golden.

Shen Yifei had changed into tattered clothes, his face was smeared with ash, and his hair was messy, making him look no different from a down-on-his-luck rogue cultivator.

He secretly glanced at the people around him.

There were sea monsters, and also many humans. There were men and women, old and young.

They were all disheveled, with empty eyes, as if they had already resigned themselves to their fate.

Shen Yifei thought to himself that these people probably didn't even know where they were going, let alone what awaited them.

The "old subordinate" Hai Xue'er mentioned was a dark-skinned sea monster man who appeared to have at least the cultivation level of the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

When the man walked up to Shen Yifei, his gaze lingered on his face for a couple of moments before moving away.

"Listen up, all of you!" the man roared at the offerings. "Once we're in the Abyss, anyone who dares to run around or make a sound will face my wrath!"

The offerings trembled, and several women had begun to sob quietly.

The group headed towards the Underworld, passing the Black Stone Palace. Shen Yifei glanced around, but there seemed to be nothing unusual; he guessed they hadn't yet realized that Jin Lian had disappeared.

After walking for a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and a full moon hung high in the sky.

After walking for about an hour, a huge ravine suddenly appeared in the ground ahead.

The ravine was about a hundred feet wide, resembling the gaping maw of a giant beast.

"We're here!" The leading siren stopped and pointed to the ravine. "Get down there! All the way to the bottom!"

The sacrificial offerings stared at the bottomless ravine, their legs trembling with fear.

But the siren soldiers behind them, wielding their spears, pressed forward relentlessly.

Shen Yifei followed the group, slowly descending a narrow stone staircase.

After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a wide-open space suddenly appeared ahead.

At the end of the open space stood a huge stone gate.

A figure dressed in a black robe stood before the stone gate.

The figure was short and thin, like a child. But his aura was extremely cold, and Shen Yifei could feel the bone-chilling cold from a distance.

The leading sirens walked up to the black-robed figure, knelt on one knee, and said, "Greetings, Lord Heavenly Demon. All thirty-eight people who were to be sacrificed this time have been brought here."

The figure in black robes slowly turned around.

Shen Yifei then realized that this was not a person at all, but a skeleton!

His body was thin and bony, just a layer of dark skin covering his bones.

Abao whispered inside the cauldron, "Master, this is the Heavenly Demon, the eldest of the eight natal soul envoys of the Soul Devouring Demon God. His cultivation level is unfathomable!"

The demon opened and closed its mouth, emitting a shrill voice: "Thirty-eight people? Much fewer than last time."

"My lord, the investigation in Beiming has been very strict lately, making it difficult to arrest people."

The skeleton waved its hand, "Alright, alright, take him in first. The Demon God is getting impatient."

The siren man responded and waved to the back.

Shen Yifei followed the procession of offerings and was led into the stone gate.