Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Netherworld Emperor Palace.

Jun Wuxie had already arrived inside a certain grand hall.

The Emperor Palace was incomparably silent, the aura of Yin and cold heavy, making one feel as if walking in the ghostly underworld.

When he entered, the Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings of Heavenly Pride from various forces closely followed behind, chasing after him.

However, his speed was relatively fast, temporarily shaking off those people.

Originally, when he entered the Emperor Palace, he did not intend to avoid the powerhouses of the various forces, but rather wait for them to chase into the Emperor Palace and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

As a result, the people from the non-hostile forces were following too closely.

He didn't want those people to see his overly heaven-defying strength.

After all, if they didn't see it, they couldn't be sure that the Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings of Heavenly Pride of those forces were definitely killed by him, and it was also possible that they died from the dangers hidden in the Emperor Palace.

But if he was seen, the result would be different.

Once it spread out and was known by those Immortal Emperors, it was feared that unexpected incidents would occur, causing things to develop in a direction outside of the plan.

Besides this, there was another very important reason.

After he entered the Emperor Palace, at the Great Evolution Crossroads, he detected an abnormal mental fluctuation.

That kind of fluctuation was extremely secretive, if he wasn't keenly perceptive, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

An extremely evil mental power.

At that time, he suspected that it was the mental power remaining from the curse will of the Ghost Witch Clan.

Due to its relatively special form of existence, only a pure will and mental form, its aggressiveness was extremely limited.

This kind of thing should be in urgent need of finding a support, looking for a physical body carrier.

Once the Kings of Heavenly Pride of the various forces were killed at that crossroads, their bodies would be immediately occupied by the mental power of the curse will.

Therefore, he had no choice but to hurriedly leave a hidden mark, giving up the plan to attack the Kings of Heavenly Pride of the hostile forces there.

"I wonder how Qingqing is doing now."

"With her intelligence, she should have thought of the Immortal Requiem Sword Song."

"If she trusts me enough, she will know how to be flexible and try to find the mark."

"That curse will spiritual body will definitely try to guide her, but believing in her, she should be able to see the truth and not be fooled..."

Jun Wuxie had confidence in Lin Qingyin, but he still couldn't completely let go, and there was always a trace of concern in his heart.

At this time, the hall he was in was one of the several doors at the end of the long corridor he had chosen at the crossroads.

There were a total of six doors at the end of this corridor.

He chose one of them.

After entering, the door closed automatically, and before he left, the people outside could not open the door to come to this hall.

The restrictions of the Emperor Palace had temporarily locked the entrance to this hall.

The Kings of Heavenly Pride from various forces who were chasing after him could only choose the other doors.

However, according to his observation, no matter which door they chose, the several different paths would eventually converge.

This meant that all the roads and all the portals inside would eventually lead to the same place.

It was just that different roads would encounter different situations.

Starting from the crossroads of the Great Evolution Number, each road had different dangers and opportunities.

Jun Wuxie chose a path for Qingqing that, according to the calculation results of the Great Evolution Number, was relatively safer than other paths, but it was not the safest.

The safest path might also mean fewer opportunities.

Qingqing, as the Holy Maiden of the Illusion Sound Sect, the only direct disciple of the Heavenly Sound Peak Master, was herself a stunningly talented daughter of heaven.

She had extremely strong stress resistance and could cope with many dangers.

Thinking of this, Jun Wuxie walked towards the depths of the hall, temporarily stopping thinking about other things.

The light in the hall was very dim.

However, on the way to the depths, the light gradually became stronger.

Although it was still dim, it was much better than the light when he first came in.

Along the way, he could see many black pillars, standing tall in the hall, with stone lamps on the walls of the pillars, burning with bean-sized flames inside.

The flames flickered slightly, the firelight uncertain.

Before long, he came to the depths of the hall, his gaze falling on the steps in the depths.

There was a high platform there, with more than a dozen steps.

On the platform was a black chair, and on it sat a person.

That person had no life fluctuations, and his body had already dried up.

Although his body was sitting upright, his head was drooping.

On the side of the high platform, tens of meters away, there was a closed door, with Dao patterns branded on the door, but there was no power of killing.

In the very center of the door, there was a method to open the restriction, which was not very complicated. Any King of Heavenly Pride who came here only needed to study it slightly to figure out the method to remove the restriction.

"This Netherworld Great Emperor opened the Emperor Palace to people in later generations."

"I wonder if he just wanted later generations to come in to seek opportunities, or if he had other expectations."

Jun Wuxie's gaze moved from that door to the corpse sitting on the high platform.

If he simply wanted to leave here and go deeper into the Emperor Palace, he only needed to walk to that door and open the Dao pattern restriction.

However, Jun Wuxie saw something unusual near that corpse.

The space around the corpse was slightly distorted, as if affected by some kind of force field.

At first glance, one would think it was because of the corpse, or the chair, or that there were spatial Dao patterns there.

In fact, none of the three were the case.

Indeed, the force field that affected the space, causing it to be slightly distorted, did come from within the sitting corpse, but its corpse was not its source.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to see anything.

However, this could not hide from Jun Wuxie's eyes and perception.

There was a problem inside the corpse's body.

He stepped towards the corpse, came to the stone steps, and walked up step by step.

The closer he got, the more obvious the spatial aura fluctuations became.

That spatial power was only limited to a very small range, covering an area of only a few meters around the corpse, with it as the center.

"This spatial power is extraordinary."

"It seems that the space is slightly distorted, but in fact, within that range, an extremely strong spatial imprisonment and blockade is formed from the inside."

"To the extent that an absolute state of stillness is formed inside that space..."

Jun Wuxie observed closely and obtained a lot of information.

"Internal spatial solidification, using it to imprison its body from the inside."

"This should not be the method of the Netherworld Great Emperor."

"If it were him, he could have directly killed it back then."

"Even if he couldn't bear it, harboring expectations, he could have completely planted the power of the Emperor before his death."

"Moreover, this method has obvious drawbacks."

"If the Great Emperor took action, it would be impossible to leave such flaws."

Jun Wuxie observed for a moment, and had already guessed something in his heart.

This corpse should be one of the Netherworld Great Emperor's capable powerhouses.

Back then, he was infected with the curse. In the end, he was unable to resist. When his self-awareness disappeared, he used spatial power to imprison himself.

What was used to maintain the spatial imprisonment for a long time after the body was imprisoned?

Jun Wuxie naturally thought of the Source of Space.

The power source of the spatial power inside the corpse's body, if he guessed correctly, should be the Source of Space.

However, judging from the aura, it should not be all of the Source of Space that the Netherworld Great Emperor obtained back then, but only a part of it.

After all, there were many powerhouses under the Netherworld Great Emperor back then, and there were more than just this one who was entangled by the Ghost Witch curse.

They might have been unable to hold on after the Netherworld Great Emperor's fall, so they used the Source of Space left by the Netherworld Great Emperor to imprison themselves, so as to prevent their bodies from becoming puppets of the Ghost Witch's will and wreaking havoc on the world.

Jun Wuxie stood in front of the spatial imprisonment barrier for a moment, and stretched out his palm.

At the same time, the Guanyin jade bracelet on his wrist lit up with the light of Dao patterns.

At the moment his fingers touched the spatial imprisonment barrier, a transparent light curtain suddenly appeared in the distorted space.

He exerted force with his palm and fingers, and suddenly shook it.

The corpse with its head drooping inside trembled, instantly raising its head, its eyes opening, and a fierce light burst out.

That was a withered face, with deeply sunken cheeks and eye sockets, and black meridians all over the face, extending to the neck.

Its eyes flickered with blood, fierce and sinister.

The barrier of spatial imprisonment trembled.

Immediately, like a glass cover that had been impacted, cracks spread rapidly.

With a bang.

The power of spatial imprisonment collapsed, and the corpse inside suddenly stood up, and with an opening of its mouth, a strong ghostly Yin aura spewed out.

"Finally free!"

"I have waited too long for this day!"

As the voice fell, its fierce and sinister eyes suddenly stared at Jun Wuxie.

"Very good, this body has already dried up to an unpresentable state when it fought against me back then, and now it is in urgent need of supplementing it with living beings as blood food."

"You should dedicate yourself to me!"

The corpse controlled by the Ghost Witch's will reached out to grab him, its movements very casual, obviously not taking the Jun Wuxie in front of it seriously.

At the same time, Jun Wuxie, who was originally very close to the corpse controlled by the Ghost Witch's will, erupted instantly.

His speed was so fast that the opponent's pupils contracted and his face showed surprise.

In an instant, he dodged that grasping dark green palm, leaned close to it, spread out his palm and fingers, and accurately and unmistakably struck the corpse's chin with the heel of his palm.

This strike caused the corpse to fly into the air on the spot.

Almost at the same time, Jun Wuxie's palm pressed it onto the chair at once.

The natal star in his body rotated frantically, and the devouring power generated, through the position where his palm and fingers were in contact with the corpse, wanted to forcibly devour its will into the cave heaven.

"This seat actually misjudged!"

The Ghost Witch's will was furious, roared, and locked itself in the corpse, resisting the power of devouring, while erupting with energy on its body.

A terrifying and violent force instantly swept out from its body, like a mountain torrent erupting.

Jun Wuxie's eyes turned cold. He activated the 'Control' word incantation and the power of the Chaotic Golden Blood Qi simultaneously, then retreated swiftly.

Even so, the violent force that surged forth still caused his Blood Qi Shield to tremble violently.

After disengaging, his body was forced back several steps.

"You are but an ant! Daring to attack this venerable one with such a low cultivation level! Who gave you the courage!?"

The Ghost Sorcerer's will was uncontrollably enraged.

The youth before him was simply too weak.

He was the type that he would never have paid attention to in the past, not even a glance.

But now, such a weak cultivator actually dared to attack him, filling him with astonishment and anger, while also feeling utterly absurd.

"You really think too highly of yourself. You're just a wisp of will within countless others. You're not even as good as an ant."

Jun Wuxie looked at the corpse controlled by the Ghost Sorcerer's will, judging its current state to determine its realm.

Although he had used the Avalokiteśvara Jade Bracelet's domain of equality, it didn't seem to be fully effective within this Imperial Palace.

When he activated the jade bracelet just now, what it sensed was not a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, but a Constant God realm.

Here, he had no need to pretend. Moreover, having known that this corpse was very strong, he had also deduced that the effect of the domain of equality would be limited.

Now it seems that the decision at that time was very wise, otherwise he would have suffered a great loss.