After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Ye Chen, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He scratched his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "No, Brother Lin, what exactly is this Spirit Devouring Clan?"

Before Lin Chu could speak, Sikong Jian spoke first.

He took the initiative to recount the story of the Soul Devouring Clan and the Immortal Realm.

Ye Chen was stunned after hearing this.

"Depend on……"

"So those things eat people's souls?"

Sikong Jian corrected.

"They eat all sentient beings."

Ye Chen swallowed hard, his face turning pale and then flushed.

"No wonder you all looked like you'd seen a ghost when you heard about the Soul Devourer Clan."

He had previously thought that they were just a few black-robed cultivators, and that he could simply kill them.

Looking back now, I realize I was oversimplifying things.

Lin Chu looked around at everyone.

"Next, should we go straight up, or...?"

"Since you're already here," Jian Li said coldly.

"Of course we should go and see that secret realm."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Lin Chu.

The coldness vanished instantly, replaced by a smile as she added, "The strongest on the Emperor's Path is only at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm. With my current level, I can at least avoid any major damage, if not sweep them all away."

Lin Chu looked at her, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

Back in the Xuan Tian Realm, she was just a little girl who could only wait for everyone to finish distributing the aid supplies and then take what was left over.

Now, I can stand in front of myself and say these things.

"it is good."

"Then let's go to the secret realm."

No one objected.

Lin Che looked even more excited.

"Damn it!"

"Fight back!"

"Avenge my brothers!"

He brandished his long sword, exuding a murderous aura.

……

The group put away their tea sets, and Lin Che led the way.

Sikong Jian was a little confused.

No, what does this have to do with me?

How did I just naturally catch up?

He glanced back at what was behind him, then looked at the murderous Lin Che in front of him, and sighed silently.

Alright, the Soul Devourer Clan is everyone's enemy, and I'm only doing this for the sake of the Void Spirit Realm.

Ye Chenfei stood beside him, his face filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Brother Sikong, I've never seen such a grand scene before."

After three incense sticks burned.

The group landed in front of a hidden underground cave.

The cave was inconspicuous; if Lin Che hadn't led the way, they might not have even glanced at it while passing by.

The cave entrance slopes downwards, and is pitch black.

Lin Che walked at the front, passing through several winding stone paths with familiarity, and finally stopped in front of a spatial rift.

"This is it."

The fissure was about two zhang wide, and its surface was like a black membrane, slowly wriggling.

"Be careful, everyone."

Lin Che entered first.

Lin Chu and Jian Li stepped into the rift one after the other.

Ao Tianxin followed closely behind.

Sikong Jian and Ye Chen were the last to arrive. They exchanged a glance and stepped inside.

A flash of white light.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

What came into view was a strange desert.

The sand beneath my feet was so white it shone, like bones ground to powder, radiating a faint glow.

There was no sun overhead, but it was as bright as day.

Before anyone could get a good look, chilling killing intent locked onto them from all directions.

A dozen or so men in black robes stood on a sand dune in the distance.

Lin Chu looked up and her expression changed drastically.

In the distance, a massive altar rose from the ground.

It was entirely black, with densely packed dark red patterns carved on the stone pillar.

A red mist hung over the altar, and behind it stood a lone, withered tree.

The dead tree was enormous, its bare branches stretching out in all directions.

Hundreds of figures were hanging from the tree branches.

Some are still struggling weakly, while others have completely stopped.

When the wind swept by, those bodies swayed gently, like pieces of tattered cloth hanging from them.

Lin Che's eyes instantly turned red.

"You son of a bitch!"

He recognized him.

Several familiar figures were perched on the tree branches.

They were all his followers.

Lin Chu's face turned pale.

These men in black robes were not wearing hoods.

The exposed heads were mostly ants, scorpions, centipedes, etc.

Some are just a few compound eyes pieced together on a face.

It was exactly the same as the things I encountered in the United Kingdom of Bharata on Earth.

At this point, it can be confirmed completely.

This is the Soul Devouring Clan.

"Fortunately, they weren't all true immortals."

There were a dozen or so people in black robes, most of whom were only Celestial Immortals, with only six or seven being True Immortals.

There are three Xuanxian.

I wonder if those guys I encountered at the lizard behemoth are still there.

"Let's do it!"

As soon as Lin Chu finished speaking, Jian Li transformed into a sword and emerged.

The sword light was too fast to catch.

The three black-robed immortals attacked simultaneously.

Black and red magic surged forth like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky.

Jian Li, dressed in white, plunged into the black tide.

The next instant, sword light exploded from the depths of the black tide.

The protective aura of a black-robed immortal was shattered, half of his body flew off to the side, and before his soul could escape, it was shredded into nothingness by the sword light.

"So fast!"

No one could see it clearly.

All that could be seen was a black and red magical cloth that had been burned through, with cracks of light appearing one after another.

Then the second immortal let out a piercing scream.

The enormous beast head flew into the air, spraying blood like a pillar.

The last remaining immortal was horrified and retreated frantically.

He formed hand seals, and black energy surged around him, attempting to use an escape technique.

Jian Li had already appeared behind him.

"How could you...?"

With a swift movement, the sword fell.

He cleaved it in two with a single sword stroke.

From the moment the attack was made to the moment of annihilation, it took only a few breaths.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Lin Che shouted, "Well done!"

Ye Chen opened his mouth wide, a chill running down his spine.

Is this the master of the Glazed Sword?

Although these immortals appear to be much weaker than those in the outside world.

But they were still at the Xuanxian realm, and those three black-robed men were no different from paper in front of Jian Li.

Lin Chu narrowed his eyes; he had discerned it through the "Lin" principle.

Jian Li may appear to use only one sword strike at a time, but it actually contains the superposition of at least three sword dao laws.

This girl is terrifying.

At that moment, the space behind them rippled.

Five streams of energy tore through the rift and rushed in.

It was the same five men in black robes from before.

Upon seeing the return of a new Xuanxian, the remaining black-robed figures roared in unison and charged towards the crowd.

Upon returning to the secret realm, Xuanxian glanced at the battlefield, a flash of fury in his eyes. Without a word, he immediately attacked Sikong Jian, who was closest to him.

Sikong Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

The attack was too sudden and the angle was too tricky; he had no time to dodge.

He gritted his teeth, ready to play his trump card.

In the blink of an eye, a figure flashed by.

A blue light flashed beneath Lin Chu's feet.

"OK."

He flashed to Sikong Jian's side, grabbed his shoulder, and the two of them moved sideways for several miles.

The speed was so fast that even the immortal Xuanxian couldn't react in time.

Sikong Jian stood there, his expression extremely complicated.

Lin Chu patted his shoulder, this was not the time to talk, and immediately transformed into a sword light to confront the other black-robed figures.

Sikong Jian stared blankly at that back view for a long while before his eyes slowly turned cold.

He flipped his hand and took out a Tai Chi compass.

The compass flew out, grew larger in the wind, and became a hundred feet in size, crashing down from the sky.

Countless black and white runes rotated, and the array light poured down like a waterfall, firmly suppressing the black-robed immortal below.

The immortal roared repeatedly, his body surging with murderous aura, yet he could not break free.

Lin Chu glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and secretly praised it.

As expected of the Holy Son of the Great Void, he has quite a few good things.

Before the immortal could escape, he swayed and activated the Void Cicada.

In an instant, twelve figures rose up from all directions.

Next came the Shadowless.

Countless invisible sword energies ripped through the sky, piercing the black mist from various tricky angles and entering the Xuanxian's body.

Although it did not cause fatal injuries, the aura of the Xuanxian visibly weakened.

At this moment, the red mist beneath the altar suddenly surged violently.

Two figures slowly emerged from the mist.

The first person was an old man in a gray robe.

His face was ordinary, except for his cloudy eyes.

Behind him followed a young girl.

She wore a pure white dress, her face was exquisitely beautiful, and she was surrounded by a soft white halo.

Like a goddess descending from the heavens, she was completely out of place in this chaotic battlefield.

The moment Lin Chu's gaze fell on her.

It was almost blurted out.

"The Virgin Mary?"

The girl seemed to hear someone pronounce her name.

She raised her head, her gaze falling on Lin Chu's face, and tilted it slightly.

His expression was full of doubt.

She doesn't know her.