de sleeves, faintly glowing amidst the heavy black mist. The black clad Bai Wu Chang beside him kept silent, his face grim as he approached me with a menacing air."Oh dear, Little Imperial Prince is p...Facing these "love-hate" fairy, demon, and ghost beings, I always feel as small as dust.

But I really don't have the ability to open space. Going to the underworld is like dying again and again, and I need the help of immortals.

In the past, even in the most dangerous situations, Jiang Qiyun could remain calm and collected, handling everything with ease.

But now, the other party hadn't even revealed their true form. Jiang Qiyun had summoned the two Yin Marshals, Hei and Bai. This made me incredibly nervous. I didn't even dare to blink, afraid that a fight would break out in an instant.

I spoke in a weak voice, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

I gritted my teeth and continued, "……Lord of the Demon Realm, as I told your subordinate Chong Mo before, I'm just an ordinary person who is cultivating. I don't have the ability to open space, never have! Focusing on me is probably a waste of time..."

Those eyes across from me were downcast, shrouded in a black mist that continued to spread, already beginning to consume the two small courtyards.

Upon hearing his words, Jiang Qiyun let out a cold laugh and said: "If one could heed advice and know when to turn back, they wouldn't have fallen into demonic obsession."

The old man across from him spoke slowly, "That's right... unless you personally confirm that you are useless, otherwise, whoever says it is useless... As for Mo, he is too kind and can't get anything out of him..."

What Mercy!

Is that even considered merciful, like Chong Mo

Across the way, a passage seemed to open up, and something clawed its way out of the gap impatiently.

Jiang Qiyun once said that immortals, demons, humans, and ghosts all have their own boundaries. Just like his incarnation in the human world, he only has less than one-tenth of his magical power.

Excessive magical power that transcends boundaries can disrupt the balance of auras and even cause spatial distortions.

Even a king of a city or pool like Chongmo couldn't casually pass through a crack to cross realms, how much more so should this honorable one be unable to come out

——A pitch-black thing flew like an arrow from the main hall across the way.

When I saw clearly, the thing had already been split in half by Jiang Qiyun's sword energy.

This was a giant snake. When the Shen family's treasure pavilion was invaded, Yin Luo had also seen a monster with a human head and a serpent's body in the black mist.

Since something this size can already cross over, does that mean the boundaries of this space are becoming increasingly porous

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, many small demons and monsters emerged from the black mist opposite me, like a surging tide. I was frightened and clung tightly to the Ghost Gate.

Jiang Qiyun's sword qi directly split the stone incense burner in the center courtyard in half. The black and white impermanence, two Yin marshals, chained the sky and moon, trapping, tightening, and crushing the small demons.

Even so, there are still some that slipped through the net!

A lizard-like imp, its belly as big as a tankard, scurried past the chains and clambered toward me with alarming speed.

I grasped the Zi Xiao Ru Yi and chanted incantations, borrowing the Qi of the Lei Department to conjure a long sword.

Just as he was about to strike, a cold wind howled overhead. A giant sword plunged down, pulverizing the little demon into dust.

I looked up, following the sword. Above me, the Ghost Emperor Shen Tu, his hand outstretched, held the sword, his gaze fixed on me with a somber expression.

“Thank you…” I nodded in acknowledgement.

He didn't have time to reply to me. He seemed like a janitor with another Ghost Emperor, Yulu, cleaning up the escaped little demons.

I'm not really afraid of these little demons, but there are way too many of them—could it be that the honorable master in front thinks these little demons can take on Jiang Qiyun with sheer numbers

Could there be another plan

The moment this idea struck me, I saw Jiang Qiyun rise with the wind, standing lightly on the broken peak of the stone furnace.

He drew his sword back, tucking it behind his arm, the blade pointed towards the heavens.

The other hand formed intricate hand seals, the fingertips blooming like lotus petals.

What is he going to do

Bai WuChang suddenly pinched the formula and chanted, the entire Taoist temple was shrouded in clouds and mist, with howling winds and an eerie, chilling atmosphere.

It seems to be coordinating with Jiang Qiyun's... crimson lotus業 fire.

Once this fire gets going, it's not just a matter of a few acres. I remember Jiang Qiyun burning down an entire mountain and even an entire building...

Should I go hide in the underworld Even if it means losing my cultivation, I can't let him cause more trouble here.

On the ground, a mass of severed limbs had accumulated at some point. A claw suddenly reached out from the pile of corpses and grabbed my pants leg.

I swung my sword, but suddenly a small demon leaped onto my Zi Xiao Ruyi, causing my arm to drop and missing my target completely.

For a moment, time seemed to slow down.

I remember I glanced up, looking at Jiang Qiyun. All I saw was his menacing figure, backlit and shaking in the wind.

His silver sword was like frost and starlight, half drawn with a flower of steel, its blade like a hooked moon.

A hand reached out from the empty space in front of me, blocking my view of him.

In that instant, the divine weapons wielded by Shennü and Yúlěi, the two Ghost Emperors atop his head, descended. Their blades slashed straight at the hand!

But he was struck by a chain that flew past, deflecting the Ghost Emperor's sword!

That hand clutched at my throat, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Bai Wu Chang.

Bai Wuchang's hand, which had always been hidden within his wide sleeves, was caught by the gaping maw of a monstrous beast that erupted from the gap. It was pulled this way, causing the chains in his sleeve to fly wildly and knock aside the Ghost Emperor's sword.

This calculation is too accurate.

It seemed like everything happened in the blink of an eye, my mind couldn't keep up with my body's instinctive reaction.

My throat was constricted, the wind howling in my ears, thunder roaring around me.

The world spun before my eyes, and a chill ran through me like ice.

I don't know what place I fell into, as if I were suspended in mid-air.

Something was fluttering in front of my eyes, and I immediately reached out to grab it. Suddenly, I was grabbed by someone!

The feeling of falling stopped abruptly.

I saw clearly what was holding me—a hand.

The skin of the hands was as white as jade, with faint raised veins on the back of the hand, distinct joints, and flesh.

This is a hand that looks relatively normal.

This palm is cupping my hand, gripping my wrist tightly. Its index finger is pressed straight onto my skin.

It hurts so much, this hand feels like a block of ice, stabbing through the skin and bone.

I was shivering uncontrollably, unsure of what was happening. Everything around me was shrouded in chaos. Had I fallen into the demon realm

No way, is the Demon Realm this easy to enter

That hand pulled me up, and I was lifted off the ground. My feet landed on a shaky, floating stone slab.

"You are Mu Xiaoqiao... a person who trespasses the boundaries time and time again..." that voice rang out before me.

I strained my eyes, but only saw a hazy outline, much taller than me.

It's so cold here, I'm so cold that even talking makes my tongue hurt. Suddenly someone came closer to me, and it felt like something feathery was enveloping me.

"How did I cross the boundaries" I mustered up the courage to say, "I really don't know how to cross...Didn't you catch me What does this have to do with me..."

An ordinary person, if pulled into the gap between two worlds, would probably die a gruesome death… But you, unharmed… unscathed…”

The voice was very close to me, and it sounded like something on his body was reaching out to surround me.

This feels kind of creepy, wouldn't it be some kind of three-headed six-armed demon... sealed jar for three years. If their remains haven't turned to white bones after this period, disciples and believers regard them as a living Bodhisattva, which is considered an attestation of a high...