Chapter 289: Flying Sword

The soul, missing its memory, remained stunned in the air for a long time, then a look of impatience and anger appeared on its face—it seemed that not being able to recall why it hadn't thought of this sooner made it extremely unhappy and unable to let go.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably calm down and deliberate at this point. But a soul is full of obsession, and its temperament is very different from that of an ordinary person.

The Evil King nervously pondered for a little while longer, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted harshly: "Annoying! Clamorous! Can't remember! Can't remember! What about it?!"

After roaring this, he seemed afraid that Li Yunxin would question him further and undermine his momentum. He immediately turned and fiercely lunged toward the eye socket!

He was already close to the skeleton, and Li Yunxin couldn't stop him. As he lunged forward, the skeleton seemed to sense something—the filaments crawling on the bones stood up like ten thousand poisonous snakes, blossoming into a fluorescent chrysanthemum, as if opening its embrace to welcome the Evil King.

So Li Yunxin witnessed a strange sight—

The Evil King's soul was suddenly stretched out. It was as if that "chrysanthemum" possessed a powerful attraction. It first sucked the head into a long, thin strand, while the body remained behind.

This change made the Evil King's face look distorted, as if he were suffering great pain.

But... it seemed that was indeed the case!

On the Evil King's distorted face, his eyes suddenly widened. A sharp wail burst from his mouth, like a despairing person who thought he saw a glimmer of hope but quickly realized it was still despair.

He stretched one hand toward Li Yunxin: "Ah—how could this be?!"

But soon, his voice was sucked in as well...

As the last word fell, his entire soul vanished into the filaments.

The blossoming filaments snapped shut. A visible halo of light quickly spread outward from the point where the Evil King's soul was swallowed, but it rapidly faded.

It was as if the Evil King's soul had turned into nourishment, but that nourishment... only "moisturized" a small area around the skeleton's eye socket.

Soon, the filaments stopped wriggling and crawling. They looked like a swarm of small snakes entering a short period of dormancy after feeding. The light on the skeleton's body slowly dimmed, finally being completely hidden in the darkness.

Li Yunxin watched the entire process in stunned silence, inhaling a sharp breath of cold air.

It wasn't because... the soul of a Profound Realm great demon seemed far from enough to satisfy this thing's appetite.

It wasn't because, allegedly, this skeleton was only one of the many shattered remains of the Ancient Devil.

It wasn't even because the Evil King's soul seemed to have discovered something extremely terrifying before being completely sucked in.

It was because this thing...

Absorbed the soul?!

Cultivators and demons can shatter souls, and formations can refine the spiritual power and resentment within a soul. But the act of absorbing a soul seems to be an ability possessed only by the Black and White Yama Kings.

Previously, Li Yunxin had been slightly skeptical of the Evil King's claim that "this skeleton is a part of the Ancient Devil." But after seeing this scene, his doubts greatly diminished.

Even his Master's soul was difficult to destroy, yet this thing absorbed the soul of the Profound Realm demon Evil King without any effort. And a demon soul of the Evil King's caliber could only cause a small ripple on the skeleton's body—how terrifying must this creature have been when it was alive?!

Although the skeleton no longer glowed and was hidden in the darkness.

Li Yunxin still felt a slight tingling sensation in his body, as if an unknown danger was assaulting him from all directions. It was also as if countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness—they lurked beneath the earth, breathing and pulsating, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment. A heavy sense of oppression gripped his heart; he felt his chest tighten, his head numb. He found it hard to breathe.

Li Yunxin quickly realized...

This was "prestige." Just as the Dragon Clan makes many demons feel a genuine sense of prestige, this skeleton now made him feel that prestige.

He no longer wanted to stay here. He first activated a Talisman—borrowing its light to look at the skeleton.

The last time he saw this thing, it was pale white. Like a thoroughly dried skeleton. But now it had turned blue-black. A thin film similar to muscle covered the surface of the bones—that must be the thin, snake-like things he had seen crawling on it earlier.

Its posture had not changed. But it now felt as if it possessed life.

It remained silently bound in this immensely vast underground space, its head still lowered, gazing at the earth.

Li Yunxin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He flew back a distance, then escaped back to the ground.

The bonfire on the ground had been extinguished, leaving it in darkness as well. Li Yunxin didn't want to stay in the darkness either, so he flew out of the cave—and upon seeing the buzzing flies, the packs of wild dogs, and the broken limbs and residual bodies in the piles of soil and rock, his mood improved slightly.

At least here there was sunlight and smell—not just endless darkness.

He had realized that he seemed to have created a huge problem.

He caused Yazi to fight with the Evil King, destroying the Restriction of Trapped Sky Mountain. Then the Evil King gave him the Eight Treasures Ancient Scroll and threw himself into the skeleton. At this point, the restraints and Restriction on the skeleton seemed to be virtually non-existent...

What would happen next?

The Evil King didn't tell him how to use the Eight Treasures Ancient Scroll to suppress the skeleton.

Even more confounding, the White Yama King did not appear at this time—Li Yunxin really wanted to know what those two were busy with.

However... since this happened at this time, did it mean that this was "no big deal" to the White Yama King? Or did it mean that they weren't all-powerful and hadn't noticed yet?

He thought about this for a while, got up, and flew to the summit of the half-remaining Trapped Sky Mountain, looking around.

In fact, after much consideration, there was no good solution for now. He still had to do what he intended to do before—bring the Wei River under his control.

The True Dragon gave him one month, and fifteen days have already passed.

He used the first fifteen days to formulate some plans, understand the situation, and deal with some people and things. He had to start doing the main work in the next fifteen days. But in reality, even with another month, it would be difficult to travel the entire Wei River and subdue all the great demons along the way one by one, so he needed them to surrender or submit in fear.

Li Yunxin sighed slightly, ascended into the air, and waved his hand, first leveling a section of Trapped Sky Mountain's summit. Then he began to draw on that smooth surface.

He was now in the True Realm, which was considered among the "top masters"—the number of cultivators and demons in the world could be counted in the hundreds of thousands or even millions. But those above the True Realm could only be counted in the hundreds or thousands. Looking at the world as a whole, he was indeed an absolute "grand master."

Therefore, when he painted the Formation now, the phenomenon was different from before.

What he was outlining now was an Eight Kings Ghost Suppressing Diagram. This diagram was originally used to suppress evil spirits, but he was using it on Trapped Sky Mountain now. He wasn't relying on his Formation to completely suppress the skeleton in Trapped Sky Mountain's Bottomless Cave, but he wanted the Formation to give him an early warning if an abnormality occurred here one day.

He completed the Formation in fifteen minutes, thus mobilizing the spiritual power surrounding the remaining half of Trapped Sky Mountain.

Spiritual energy converged from all directions towards the place where he stood, quickly forming a brand-new Restriction that enveloped the mountain. But because this spiritual energy was drawn in by his hand—

A Flying Sword suddenly howled from the horizon and plunged into the ground right in front of him with a thud!