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"Let's go in!" Yang Ji led the way into the valley, with everyone closely following behind.
As they entered the valley and ca into contact with the evil fog, it seed as if the evil spirits had awakened. Like bloodthirsty beasts that had spotted fresh blood, the fog furiously drilled into the pores of the cultivators.
It coiled around them like vines, gripping them tightly.
It sought to corrode their skin and gnaw away at their minds.
With the change in the evil fog, Yang Ji instantly saw decay, decline, erosion, and various other auras within it.
The fog twisted around them, and the mournful howls of evil spirits echoed in their ears, bringing with them feelings of resentnt, hatred, slaughter, and violence—all sorts of negative emotions erged.
If one were to live here year after year, their mind and Primordial Spirit would surely be eroded.
Seeing everyone frowning, Yang Ji's Primordial Spirit suddenly opened its eyes, and behind his head, eighteen rays of Holy Light imdiately radiated endless pure yang light, illuminating everyone around him.
Everyone's expression eased, feeling warmth in their hearts and Primordial Spirits, realizing that their senior brother had taken action and dispelled the influence of the evil fog.
Watching the golden radiance of the pure yang light, everyone felt Yang Ji's power once more. Indeed, the Immortal Primordial Spirit of a Mahayana cultivator was formidable.
The pure yang light was like the blazing sun, like fierce fire; the evil fog couldn't cope with it at all. Upon contact, it hissed away like water droplets on burning oil, dissipating into nothingness.
With the influence of the evil fog gone, the group continued on their way.
Not long after they ventured deeper, Zhong Jun's expression shifted as he suddenly said, "Senior brother, my True Inheritancer Talisman has sensed sothing. That group of Heavenly Demons actually has two True Inheritancer Talismans."
"Oh?" Yang Ji smiled, "I didn't expect this pleasant surprise."
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In the depths of the canyon.
At the side of a shattered altar sat a young overlord in ditation, dressed in a black robe, exuding dominance and a chilling, eerie presence.
By his side, Night Monarch, ng Sha, and Lan Yan, among others, stood guard.
"Hmm?" Abruptly, the ditating young overlord opened his eyes.
"What is it, lord?" Night Monarch asked respectfully.
"Soone is coming!" the young man said coldly.
"Soone is coming?" Night Monarch and the three others, along with the six people beside them, imdiately stood up, their eyes narrowing as they looked ahead, "Let's go and kill them to prevent any interruptions to the lord's cultivation."
The young man's eyes flickered with cold light, profound and deep, as if capable of swallowing the heavens and piercing through all things. Above his palm spun a dark vortex filled with an evil aura, containing murderous intent that deeply invoked a sense of danger.
The surrounding evil energy continuously flowed into the vortex in his palm. The forces of corruption, death, destruction, erosion, and decline within the evil energy were being absorbed into his body, forming a grey Divine Ability Seed.
It emanated a very dangerous aura.
This young man was actually absorbing evil energy to cultivate divine skills.
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Led by Yang Ji, Yan Zhan and the others swiftly moved deeper in.
Soon, they arrived in front of the dilapidated altar.
The altar wasn't large, just about a mile in circumference, with strange runes scribbled across the stone slabs on the ground, crooked and intertwined like the tracks of earthworms, exuding a sense of wickedness.
In the center of the altar lay a rotting wooden box, its surface decayed, bearing the marks of countless years.
Before the box sat ten Heavenly Demons.
Upon seeing Yang Ji and his party, and recognizing their sect uniforms, Night Monarch sneered disdainfully, "I wondered who it was, turns out to be people from Wuji Dao Sect."
"Heaven offers you a path, yet you do not take it; Hell has no door, yet you break in."
"We've been looking for an opportunity to kill a team from the Taichu World, and here you co just in ti. In light of the three True Inheritancer Talismans you've brought, I'll grant you a swift end!"
Night Monarch suddenly stood up, darkness so thick it seed impenetrable spreading rapidly around him.
"Three leaders and one Immortal Ranking Genius? Senior brother, this group of Heavenly Demons is not weak!" Zhong Jun said gravely.
Yang Ji glanced over Night Monarch and the others, turning his attention to the behind them, that domineering, chilling young man.
Without guessing much, this powerfully auraed young man must be Huang Ji they ntioned before!
Sensing Yang Ji's gaze, Huang Ji suddenly looked over, his eyes swirling with a wicked light, rapidly forming a grey swirling vortex.
Yang Ji's gaze was instantly swallowed and furthermore, the vortex seed to influence his mind, attempting to take control.
Huang Ji was not simple; he possessed the rare Demonic Body and the Demonic Eye, and with just one look—comparable to a Supre Divine Power—he wielded imnse power to paralyze one's mind.
If an ordinary person were to lock gaze, as long as their mind was weaker than his, they would have no chance of escape.
With one move, he could determine life or death. It was terrifying.
At that mont, Zhong Jun, Xuan Chi, Yan Zhan, and the others, rely by making eye contact with him, had already lost their composure, standing transfixed in place.
Huang Ji was indeed terrifying, on par with Xu Yan, a powerhouse capable of killing a Golden List Genius in a single move.
"You ants, eting our lord and not showing reverence, even daring to look directly! Such disrespect, you're simply seeking death!" Night Monarch laughed cruelly, his laughter harsh as his fists ca together and he lashed out with a punch.
This punch concentrated darkness, with the space itself collapsing as if a dark overlord had reached out from the shadows.
The punch headed straight for Yang Ji, aiming to explode his head while he was distracted.
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