God and Ghost Brothel

"I'm so tired. I can't walk anymore. You damn toad, can you even lead the way?" Sanhe, her face covered in

mosquito bites, lamented for the 101st time. If Zimo hadn't strictly forbidden it, she would

have .

"I only heard he lives here, but I've never been here myself. This is fox territory. Only a fool would come here to die

for no reason, " Yuanbao retorted.

Standing alone amidst the mountains of southern Xinjiang, Mangshan was surrounded by desolate and treacherous terrain. The three of them headed south, deep into the mountains.

Along the way, apart from many venomous insects and strange pythons lurking in the distance, they didn't see a single wild animal. The mountains were dense and lush, towering and

blocking out , shrouded in poisonous mists and miasma year-round, untouched by human presence since ancient times. Sometimes, passing through deep ravines and valleys, they saw

many strange insects and large snakes coiled and chasing each other, their scales colorful and their tongues burning red.

Clearly, it was a region teeming with poisonous creatures.

Sanhe's original intention for this trip was to fight the peerless fox demon entrenched here to the death and obtain some fine fox furs.

Before even venturing deep into the territory, the perilous situation he witnessed was already alarming, filling him with apprehension. Unable to voice his fear,

he could only grit his teeth and press on. Therefore, he found countless excuses to delay, hoping Zimo would call a halt. Zimo, however, was in high spirits.

Having not stretched his muscles in a long time, he was certain that finding such a mysterious place would yield many gains

. He carefully observed his surroundings, automatically ignoring his disciple's humming as background noise.

The three rounded a mountain ridge, and suddenly, amidst the dense forest, a flat road appeared, about a hundred zhang long and

a zhang wide, paved with large, three-foot square pieces of white jade. Ancient trees lined the roadside, their branches and leaves

lush and verdant. A mountain breeze blew by, and the tinkling sound of the leaves was continuous and melodious. White marble statues stood beneath the trees on both sides of the road

, roughly every five steps, stretching to the end of the road where a majestic

screen wall The wall, five zhang wide, was covered with vividly painted murals. Behind the screen wall appeared to be a

mansion with flying eaves and bracket arches; even from this distance, the golden light reflected from its glazed tiles could be seen.

The mountain wind had ceased, and a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.

Sanhe hesitated before taking a step. The road surface was real, hard, and cold. He walked step by step to the first statue and

stopped, examining it closely.

The statue was extremely lifelike; it depicted a beautiful woman with flowing hair that reached her waist, simply bound with a thorn ring.

Even though her body was naked, it couldn't conceal the ethereal, otherworldly elegance within her, both pure and beautiful, seemingly surpassing even

Zhu Zimo and Sanhe. The statue depicted her dying moment; she was impaled three feet off the ground

by a spear planted in the earth, the statue's face filled with pain and shame. A

coiled dragon was carved on the shaft of a long spear, which pierced between her legs and emerged from behind her neck. Only the dragon's ferocious head and densely scaled

tail . The statue was incredibly lifelike; even the bloodstains on the spear shaft were sculpted with exquisite detail.

Sanhe took a step forward, trying to see her face clearly, when suddenly the statue transformed, turning from white marble into a real person.

Her eyes regained their luster, her skin was as smooth as satin, delicate and elastic, her full hips and slender waist

were full of life, and the two delicate buds on her chest had turned pink. Even the long spear that had pierced the beauty became

a spear, the dark red bloodstains on it seemingly not yet dried, clinging precariously to the black, gleaming shaft.

Sanhe seemed to smell the stench of blood.

The combination of beauty and carnage possessed a strange allure, fully stimulating the darkest parts of human nature,

making one want to vomit while simultaneously wanting to continue watching.

She had a vertical eye on her forehead—a vertical eye, the highest form of supernatural power, a symbol of infinite divine strength. Legend has it that only the most supreme

sages, those who had cultivated chastity for ten lifetimes, or holy Dharma Kings with celestial bloodlines, could possess it.

"Her name was Xue Nan. Legend says she was the daughter of a celestial being, the chief goddess of the Crimson Flame Divine Palace and the Dragon Spear Holy Temple.

She disappeared two hundred years ago, supposedly ascending to the Immortal Realm. I never imagined she would die such a tragic death here." Zi Mo's voice was tinged with

bitterness . "The person who killed her used petrification magic to turn her into a statue. When the statue senses the presence of

a living , the magic will dissipate for a period of time, recreating the scene before she was petrified. This magic can

imprison a person's soul in the statue forever, subjecting them to repeated torment as the scene is recreated. It seems that the bell hanging on the tree is

the legendary Soul-Binding Bell."

"This magic was originally created to preserve precious medicinal herbs, and later it was used to preserve the bodies of ancient sages.

Gradually, it was lost because it was too difficult to cultivate and had little practical use. I only learned of the

existence of this magic from ancient books. Xue Nan was revered as a saintess by the Crimson Flame Divine Palace and had her photo included in the list of notables in the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror for cultivators

to admire. I had the opportunity to see her once."

Sanhe remained silent and walked to the next statue. It was also a woman, and a very charming and mature

one at that. After the petrification was removed, her long hair was red, her eyes were also red, her lips were scarlet, she had two

sharp white teeth, and a pair of black bat wings extending from her back, clearly showing her bat lineage. She was also

completely naked, her snow-white skin exposed to the sunlight, her exaggeratedly alluring curves giving her an evil,

seductive power, radiating an aura of a queen. Her hands and feet were nailed to an "X"-shaped

wooden frame with huge bronze nails, and her overly full breasts were riddled with pierced gold needles, tiny beads of blood still hanging from the needle tips,

making it impossible to discern the obvious cause of death, but the extreme pain on her face sent a shiver down Sanhe's spine.

"This looks like the Black Winged Evil King. A ten-thousand-year-old vampire bat demon, I saw her portrait when I was a child," Zi Mo

murmured to himself.

Moving on to the next statue, Sanhe couldn't help but turn his head away after just one glance. It was a young girl,

breathtakingly beautiful. Her azure pupils were as deep and clear as the sky, her cheeks were as white as pearls, her beautiful, delicate

lips were a rose-pink, her long, five-colored hair shimmered with iridescent light and hung down her back, her tender skin,

with the blue veins faintly visible beneath, seemed almost fragile. She was so beautiful, so delicate, as

translucent as a freshly picked fruit; no one could bear to harbor evil thoughts towards such a young girl. Yet,

the torture inflicted upon her was even more brutal and barbaric.

Rough thorns, covered with long and short sharp spikes, crisscrossed and intertwined over the most tender parts of her body

, those black, barbed spikes deeply embedded

in

her flesh. She was suspended from a wooden frame, and a bright red intestine was dragged from between her buttocks, also haphazardly coiled and bound to the frame, the end of which was secured to the frame with a triangular anchor-like golden hook, making it seem as if she was being tortured to death by the golden hook pulling out her intestines.

The owner of this place seemed to be a lewd madman with artistic talent. He hated women in this world;

the more beautiful they were, the more he trampled on them; the more innocent they were, the more cruel he was to them. He had cleanly and skillfully disposed of these female corpses,

allowing visitors to appreciate their beauty in life while also fully experiencing the suffering they had endured.

Sanhe felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look at Zimo, and the two exchanged glances, unable to bear looking at the bizarre

sculptures any longer. Both were of the same mind, and simultaneously rushed backward, hoping to escape this living hell as quickly as possible. Only Yuanbao,

his mind and eyes filled with lust, moved forward step by step, watching with great interest.

Zimo and Sanhe moved forward aggressively, intending to retreat from the white marble avenue in a few steps, but unexpectedly, an invisible

wall of energy bounced them back.

"How tall? How long?" Sanhe exclaimed in shock.

"Like a pot lid, completely blocking this road." After carefully surveying the area with his divine sense, Zi Mo

replied dejectedly, "Besides that, we can't detect anything. This seems to be a forbidden zone for magic. It seems we were careless."

They were in, but unable to get out, so they could only grit their teeth and move forward. The short white jade path left the two women

dejected , while the man walked with astonishment. Sanhe even wondered if Yuanbao was missing a screw, unable to see that they were already in deep

danger.

Reaching the screen wall at the end of the road, the three were immediately drawn to the vivid paintings on it. The five-zhang-wide wall

was painted with all sorts of demons, some half-human, half-beast; some neither human nor beast; some in human form but

not human; some in beast form but with a human heart. The demons all held various gifts,

worshipping a person wearing a purple-gold and white jade crown. It was like the most loyal subjects worshipping an emperor. Countless beautiful, strange birds

surrounded him, flying around him. They had peacock feathers, bat wings, swallow tails, and

bee stings. The faces of the demons were painted with remarkable realism, but the face of the person wearing a purple-gold and white jade crown was

completely blurred.

Could "he" be the ancestor Xiao Cui spoke of? Could this faceless person be the demon among demons who had killed

so many beautiful women?

The background in the painting was not the real world; there was no blue sky above them, no earth beneath their feet, only

wind and fog, cold and fire.

Behind the screen wall was a gatehouse, its steps made of white marble, with imposing bronze lions on both sides. The glazed tiles on the eaves gleamed golden, and

the two heavy wooden doors, painted with vermilion lacquer, were so vibrant they looked freshly painted. The golden bronze rivets were arranged in a nine-nine

pattern, and the bronze beast heads on the doors had eyes that were clearly two pieces of black jade. The gatehouse was no more than six zhang wide.

Viewed from the side, it was nothing more than a false gate, like the gatehouse of a grand mansion that had been cut off

and moved to this wild forest. From the back, it looked like a large archway with two extra doors,

standing amidst a dense natural jungle, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

However, from the front, through the half-open vermilion gate, one could clearly see a spacious

hall inside, though the light was dim and the furnishings were not clearly visible. Yuanbao politely picked up the door knocker and

knocked three times heavily, asking loudly, "Is anyone inside?" There was no sound from inside, but a mountain breeze

swept through the trees, and the soul-summoning bells on the trees emitted a crisp tinkling sound that lingered on the white marble avenue, each sound

sending chills down one's spine.

The half-open doorway, amidst the cacophony of bells, appeared even more eerie and dark, its depths unfathomable, like the gaping

maw of a demon ready to devour its prey. The mere term "ghost cave" was insufficient to describe the terror of this place. Yuanbao,

possessing the blood of Hou Yi, didn't hesitate, leaping inside. He no longer cared about life or death; even death

was better than the agonizing wait outside. Sanhe and Zimo followed suit.

The circular hall was high and spacious, its domed ceiling looming high above. The hall was empty except for

a stone table in the center. This emptiness and vastness amplified the eerie atmosphere. Sanhe and the others felt as

if they were in a desolate, empty graveyard. The domed ceiling, like the heavens , seemed to be painted, but the light was too dim to discern what was depicted. Ghostly shadows loomed all around, a chilling wind blew... 　　Suddenly, Sanhe felt a needle-like coldness rising from the walls, chilling her to the bone. She sensed a tremendous evil energy, yet within it seemed to lie a glimmer of hope. 　　"There should be a stone chamber there! There might be an exit, but it's very dangerous inside," Sanhe blurted out instinctively. She didn't know that this was her innate "telepathic" ability automatically triggered in the perilous environment, manifesting as precognition. Those with "telepathic" abilities are born witches. This ability can be enhanced through training. Legend has it that the Western Phoenix Saintess once honed her "telepathic" ability to the point of being able to foresee events large and small, past and future for five hundred years. However, during a prediction of a major event ten thousand years in the future for the Heavenly Emperor, she overexerted herself and became mentally impaired. Years later, due to the negligence of those caring for her, she fled and disappeared without a trace. A fallen phoenix is worse than a chicken; she's probably long since starved to death in some corner like a sparrow. 　　After hearing this story from Zi Mo, Sanhe absolutely refused to undergo any training to enhance her ability. The excuse was that Zi Mo would definitely pester her every day, asking, "San He, San He, tell me, am I the most beautiful woman in the world?" She 'd either be driven crazy by the annoyance or exhausted to the point of idiocy. Only a fool would be willing to learn! 　　The three of them exerted tremendous effort to open the hidden door in the wall. Inside was a secret passage. Zi Mo opened her storage belt, took out a flat object, unfolded it—it was an exquisitely crafted kraft paper lantern. She then took out a small candle from her belt, attached it, and lit it with a tinderbox from her pocket. The tomb-like place instantly became much brighter. 　　"These special candles from Old Wang's shop can burn for three hours, and I only have two. In this dangerous place where magic , I don't know how long we'll be delayed, so we must conserve what we can. Everyone, be extremely careful. If necessary, escape as many as you can. No hesitation! Understand?" 　　Zi Mo, carrying the lantern, led the way into the secret passage. 　　The passage was only three or four feet wide. The light from a single lamp was enough to illuminate the dark passage and allow them to see quite far. Yet, they couldn't see even two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) ahead. The passage was less than two zhang long. At its end was a bare stone wall , devoid of frightening monsters or alluring enchantresses. However 　　, this wasn't the reason the three shifted their gaze from the stone wall. They fixed their eyes on...

Before the stone wall, the only thing that drew attention was its location.

Just a foot from the entrance, the floor of the secret passage sank, ending right at the stone wall. For about a foot,

there was no ground at all. Below, it was shrouded in darkness. Within the darkness, hazy lights and shadows floated faintly.

Light? And what lay beneath that?

Zi Mo stared at the sunken floor, his right hand drawing a small, ancient-looking sword from his belt—

a sword even San He had never seen before. The sword, upon seeing the wind, immediately

emitted a "hum" like a dragon's roar, growing a foot in length, its entire body shimmering with purple light. Before the dragon's roar had even faded, Zi Mo's right wrist suddenly flicked, and the lantern carried by the sword shot into the secret passage, hurtling towards the

sunken .

"I swore I would never use this flying sword again, but now I can't worry about that anymore," Zi Mo explained quickly, seeing San

He's surprised expression, as if about to ask a question, to avoid further elaboration.

The three lit another candle and went to the edge of the sunken floor. Beneath their feet lay a set of

white marble steps, twenty or thirty steps sloping downwards. The lantern that had been thrown by the sword had landed

at the end of the steps, its body overturned, but its light still burning. Even without the second candle in Zi Mo's hand,

the lantern at the end of the steps was enough to illuminate the steps and the area below.

Even if the lantern at the end of the steps had gone out, it wouldn't necessarily be dark below. The

hazy light they saw outside the door was coming from below.

Zi Mo's eyes flickered, and she finally stepped onto the steps. She walked slowly, her grip on her sword tight. Sanhe took out

the Taiyin Fan he had obtained from the ancient temple and followed behind her, his palms sweating with nervousness.

At the end of the steps was a tunnel, and at the end of the tunnel was a stone door. The tunnel was less than ten feet long,

with a glass lamp hanging on each of the walls. The glass lamps were half full of oil, their flames swaying from side to side with the wind that had seeped in from

somewhere . The light illuminated the stone door. The white stone door was engraved with strange patterns. The eerie green patterns

gleamed with an unsettling light in the lamplight. Could this also be a symbol of some kind of evil and misfortune?

Zi Mo's gaze fell upon the patterns, and she frowned. Sanhe took the candle from her hand,

blew , and put it in her bosom. She then bent down to pick up the lantern in front of the stone door. Yuanbao was the last to come down. His eyes fell

on the Chinese characters, and his pupils immediately contracted, his expression becoming tense. There was a hint of excitement amidst the tension. Could he possibly understand

the patterns on the door? Sanhe also noticed Yuanbao's unusual expression and couldn't help but ask, "Can you understand the patterns on the door

?"

Yuanbao nodded unconsciously.

"What do those patterns represent?" Sanhe pressed.

"They're not patterns."

"If they're not patterns, then what are they?" Sanhe asked, surprised .

"They're a kind of writing."

Sanhe was even more surprised, deliberately arguing, "They don't look like anything to me."

"No doubt about it, these are the writings of the ancient demons?"

"You can even understand the writings of the ancient demons?"

"You seem to have forgotten when my mother was born, and you've also forgotten the wisdom inherited from our clan

."

Sanhe hadn't forgotten, and knew that back then, humans, gods, and demons lived together and interacted with each other.

"What exactly do the words on the stone gate mean?"

"They don't mean much, they're just two words."

"Which two words?"

"Treasure Vault!" Yuanbao said, enunciating each word clearly, "I told you I was born with wealth!"

Sanhe said "Oh," and suddenly stepped back several feet.

Yuanbao stared at him and said, "What are you doing?"

Sanhe said, "As far as I know, any treasure vault, if it doesn't have tight security at the entrance, will definitely have

hidden traps

to ambush anyone who wants to steal it."

Yuanbao laughed loudly, "If that's the case, it would have been activated already." He laughed incessantly and added, "This small area, less than

ten feet in size

, is the most suitable place to set up the traps."

Zimo said, "It's too late."

Before he finished speaking, Yuanbao's laughter suddenly stopped.

His gaze had turned to the ceiling of the tunnel. Zimo's gaze had also been fixed there.

Several rows of square holes had appeared on the ceiling of the tunnel at some point, and cold light gleamed from the dark holes, row upon row

of sharp

arrowheads. Hundreds of sharp arrows would fall at once, and anyone in the tunnel who couldn't dodge in time would easily become a hedgehog. In this forbidden area where magic

couldn't be used, unless one was made of iron, no matter how skilled one was, it would be impossible to resist

the simultaneous thrust of hundreds of sharp spears.

Although the tunnel was open, the rain of arrows had not yet fallen.

Zi Mo looked puzzled, Yuan Bao was filled with astonishment, and San He was also dumbfounded, all remaining silent.

They seemed to be waiting for the arrows to fall.

The entire tunnel fell into an indescribable silence.

The rain of arrows still hadn't fallen.

A short while felt like several hours to them.

Yuan Bao couldn't help but break the silence: "When did you discover this mechanism?"

Zi Mo replied, "When you uttered the words 'treasure vault'."

Yuan Bao asked, "Were the holes in the ceiling already open at that time?"

Zi Mo said, "They were all open." She thought for a moment, then added, "I think the

mechanism started

activating as soon as we stepped into the tunnel."

Yuan Bao said, "When we stepped into this place, there were no holes in the ceiling."

Zi Mo sighed softly, "This sunken ground immediately attracted all our attention.

The arrangement and the air wall of the white jade road outside are clearly..." " It was a master craftsman. Even with my keen ears, I didn't sense it beforehand. If

the mechanism had been activated and the cave entrance opened, the rain of arrows would have fallen. We would be severely injured even if we weren't dead."

Yuanbao's gaze shifted to the ceiling: "The rain of arrows should have fallen as soon as the cave entrance opened. Could there be

something wrong with the mechanism?"

Sanhe said, "I think so."

Yuanbao's gaze then fell on the stone door, saying, "That stone door might also be controlled by a mechanism. If the mechanism

really malfunctioned, opening it would be either very difficult or very easy."

Zimo stepped forward, put down the ever-burning lamp in his left hand, and placed his palm on the stone door. The stone door remained unmoved.

Sanhe darted to Zimo's side and placed his hands on the stone door as well. Both hands were on the door, but it remained

unresponsive .

Just then, they heard a bloodcurdling scream. The scream was clearly

coming from inside the stone door. The sound was much weaker through the door, but it was still

terrifying . The scream was so shrill it was almost inhuman.

Yuanbao exclaimed, "It's a woman! I don't know if she's human or a demon!"

Zimo nodded and said, "This is too eerie. It's good to find someone alive to ask. We might trigger the mechanism

soon ; we need to get out of here quickly! Come help!" Before he could finish speaking, Yuanbao's

expression changed, and he rushed to Zimo's side, pressing his hands on the door.

Three people, six hands—with their combined cultivation, they could probably move even a thousand-pound boulder.

But they couldn't budge the stone door. They pushed and pushed, but to no avail. Yuanbao was sweating profusely,

and Sanhe was deathly pale. Zimo's eyes flashed, and she suddenly shouted, "Try pushing it left and right!"

They couldn't move it either way.

The three were frantic, like ants on a hot pan, and even Zimo's forehead was dripping with sweat. Unable to pull it left or right, Yuanbao's stubbornness

flared He suddenly flipped his arms upwards and shouted, "Up!" The stone door actually rose up in response. This

was completely unexpected for Yuanbao, and he immediately fell towards the inside of the door. Zimo shouted, "Get out of the way!" and grabbed Yuanbao

by the back, pulling him out. She herself immediately bent aside, pressing herself against

the stone wall of the door, her sword drawn and gripped tightly. Hearing Zimo's shout, Sanhe also instinctively dodged to the side of the stone wall. This way,

even if arrows shot out from inside, they would be difficult to hit.

There were no arrows or hidden weapons shooting out from inside, but instead, a hazy green light emanated from the doorway.

Zi Mo gritted his teeth, brandished his sword in a flourish, and with a loud shout, charged into the green light.

Behind the stone door was an underground chamber, a spacious chamber almost as

wide , but not very tall, only about ten feet high. Sixteen stone pillars stood to the left and right, each almost

as thick as two people could hug. Lotus-shaped stone lamps were embedded on either side of the pillars.

The lamps were lamps, but what lit them was unknown; flames emanated from the lotus-shaped lamp bases, turning them a vibrant green

. The entire chamber was enveloped in this green light, making everything appear green.

Even the people were green. Under the green flames, the skin of the three people glowed with a green luster, their lips were green,

even their black hair and their pupils, like black lacquer, all shimmered with a green hue.

On either side of the chamber were rows of boxes, elegantly shaped, exquisitely carved, inlaid with gold and jade, adorned with dragons and

phoenixes—unlike those belonging to ordinary wealthy families. Just looking at the surface of the boxes, one could tell they were incredibly valuable. What precious things could these valuable

boxes hold?

Their gazes didn't even fall on the boxes.

Three people, six eyes, all wide open like pigeon eggs, stared at a burning flame before them.

Azure flames. A beautiful color, bewitchingly beautiful, captivatingly beautiful, unlike anything found in the mortal world.

Opposite the stone gate was another stone wall, its center concave, a dozen feet wide. In the center stood

a stone altar, upon which sat a stone statue. The statue, too, was bathed in the glow of the flames, turning azure green. The statue was exquisitely carved,

its form and posture lifelike, but its face was as smooth as a peeled egg, devoid of features.

They were familiar with this face; they

recognized . Ten thousand demons worshipped, demonic birds flew to it. The demon among demons, the king of all demons—the Faceless King! The stone statue was none other than the dashing young demon king

depicted in the demonic painting on the screen wall at the end of the white jade avenue, wearing a purple-gold crown 　　. In that painting, he was surrounded by a hundred thousand demons and countless monstrous birds; here in the stone chamber, he was utterly alone. Though lacking facial features, a strange loneliness emanated . 　　A ball of emerald green flame burned before the stone altar in front of him. The flame, far from radiating heat, instead emitted waves of chilling air. 　　Kneeling within the flames was a woman—a woman with full hips and a slender waist, naked in the fire, kneeling facing the statue. From Sanhe and the others, only her graceful back could be seen. Even kneeling, even with only her back to them, even as she gently swayed her hips, she possessed an indescribable elegance. Large rubies were embedded in the soles of her feet and in the center of her knees. Her fair skin, contrasting beautifully with the vibrant gemstones in the emerald flames, appeared both alluring and eerie. 　　Sanhe and Yuanbao circled around to her front. She wore a dark gold headband, inlaid with a diamond-shaped cat's-eye stone. Her arms were raised in front of her chest, palms clasped together, each back of her hands adorned with a sapphire. A pair of firm , white jade breasts stood proudly on her chest, their pink peaks topped with sparkling diamonds that trembled gently in the emerald flames with the movement of her waist. They looked as if they could . Judging from her appearance, she was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, her face possessing a mature beauty that was both heroic and alluring. 　　Her eyes were tightly closed, and it was clear to everyone that she was forcing herself to endure immense pain, but the pain seemed to exceed the limits of endurance, causing her waist to unconsciously twist slightly in an attempt to alleviate it. Sometimes, a woman's expression resembles that of extreme ecstasy, which is why so many men, unable to bring women to ecstasy, prefer to inflict extreme pain to satisfy their own sense of accomplishment. This place is beautiful; everything within it is beautiful, yet it resembles hell, and its creator truly understands the primal lust of male creatures. 　　Yuanbao felt his throat go dry, almost unable to resist reaching out to caress that plump, white body. Just then, the woman in the fire suddenly opened her eyes. They were a pair of remarkably clear black and white eyes, two jet-black pupils like bottomless swamps, seemingly leading directly to the underworld, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine upon contact . 　　"It hurts!" Sanhe, beside Yuanbao, suddenly groaned in pain, her body seemingly losing its balance and falling forward. In a flash, Yuanbao, without thinking, grabbed her and pulled her three feet away. Sanhe lay limp in his arms like a puddle of mud, his face pale and covered in cold sweat. Although Yuanbao had been fantasizing ever since they emerged from the pool, he had never...

He never imagined he'd be intimately involved with his fantasy object under such circumstances. The girl's soft limbs and delicate fragrance

nearly caused his aroused body to explode.

Hearing the groans, Zi Mo rushed over, checking Sanhe's pulse. He found nothing wrong with her

; Yuan Bao, however, was flushed, drops of blood trickling from his nose.

"You're injured too?" Zi Mo asked in surprise.

Even with his thick skin, Yuan Bao was mortified. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, it was just a hug,

it's not like I've never been with a woman before, why the blood-splattering celebration?!"

Fortunately, Sanhe gradually regained her composure, struggling to leave Yuan Bao's embrace, uttering a statement that left the three speechless

, successfully diverting Zi Mo's attention.

"She's the legendary Phoenix Saintess!"

"How do you know?"

"Because I just transformed into her!"

Actually, to be precise, the Phoenix Saintess, in the instant she opened her eyes, while extracting Sanhe's memories,

also transmitted fragments of her own memories to Sanhe's mind, which shared a similar telepathic connection.

In that instant, Sanhe felt the excruciating pain of the azure flames burning through her bones and marrow, nearly

fainting from the agony. It was an indescribable pain, a pain deep within her soul, an endless, maddening pain,

a pain that made her want to tear herself to pieces. That's why the Faceless Demon Lord used the jewel-encrusted Hundred-Pointed God-Slaying

Hooks to pierce her brain, seal her hands, and pin her to the ground. Sanhe clearly recognized the appearance of those Hundred-Pointed God-Slaying Hooks embedded in her

body . The hooks varied in length and thickness, but all were covered with numerous fine,

hair-like, vicious barbs that could easily peel away a piece of flesh with a single touch. The hook caps were inlaid with beautiful gems, while the hooks themselves

resembled the tongues of venomous snakes, curving, forked, and barbed, sharp and hideous enough to make one tremble. As for the pair of God-Slaying Hooks on her breasts

, the Demon Lord said they were for aesthetic purposes.

“This isn’t Xiao Cui’s lair, and he’s not the ancestor. He’s called the Faceless Demon Lord, a most cruel

and perverted madman!” Sanhe looked at the faceless stone statue with lingering fear.

“You, come, here…” The Phoenix Saintess in the green flames spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse, low, and full of pain.

“I’m afraid of pain!” Sanhe refused decisively.

“Please, you…” A faint sigh escaped her lips, her plea pitiful and bitter.

“Then why does she want you to come over?” Yuanbao asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m afraid of pain.” Sanhe was terrified of pain, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong,

but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Quickly…” The Saintess screamed shrilly, the same scream they had heard outside the door.

Sanhe walked over hesitantly, afraid of the Saintess’s ghostly eyes. She felt that a Saintess’s

eyes shouldn’t send chills down one’s spine.

“You are not the true Phoenix Saintess,” Zi Mo suddenly spoke. “You are the Phoenix Saintess’s mortal enemy,

the Louvre Phantom Queen, who was once as famous as the Saintess.”

“Do you know why I can see through you? Because the true Phoenix Saintess is not afraid of fire.

Phoenixes are reborn from the ashes, even from the Soul-Refining Ghost Fire.”

“Besides, only the Phantom Queen needs to have a God-Slaying Hook inserted into her brain to seal her spiritual power. If she were truly the Phoenix Saintess,

the God-Slaying Hook should be inserted into her chest to seal ‘Telepathic Connection’.”

“The Phantom Queen’s most famous ‘Soul-Stealing Electric Eye’ is very similar to the Phoenix Saintess’s ‘Telepathic Connection’, but the

‘Soul-Stealing Electric Eye’ mainly reads and influences other people’s thoughts, and can even swap bodies with the other person . Its

main target is living beings. While ‘Telepathic Connection’ also seems to be able to read other people’s thoughts, it is actually

a kind of predictive ability for events that will happen in the world. Its main target is events. Sometimes ‘Telepathic Connection’ can also

exchange thoughts like the ‘Soul-Stealing Electric Eye’, but this is limited to two beings who are born with ‘Telepathic Connection’.”

"Given the abilities of the Phantom Queen, even though your spiritual power was sealed by the God-Slaying Hook, you can still use some minor

strength. I suspect you noticed from the moment we entered that Sanhe has a natural 'telepathic connection,' allowing you to easily

possess or swap bodies. Just now, Sanhe said she became you; I guess you had already attempted a

body , but failed because you were too weak. Fearing we would discover the truth and become wary,

you transmitted fragments of your true memories, mixed with the illusion of being the Phoenix Saintess,

to Sanhe when the swap failed." "

The Phantom Queen, seeing the truth exposed and her only chance of salvation shattered, was filled with utter despair. Instead,

she burst into a shrill laugh. 'The Demon Lord has already comprehended the Great Dao, yet he leaves me here to suffer in this

state of half-death. You will all die with him...'

With a chilling laugh, her body suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of blood mixed with

emerald flames that shot out in all directions. This emerald flame, called 'Soul-Refining Ghost Fire,' was extremely vicious; once it touched you, it was like

a leech clinging to your bone, burning you day and night." The flames, burned to the point of annihilation, would not extinguish. As a phantom herself, the Phantom

Queen feared such soul-refining objects most of all. The Faceless Demon Lord, to inflict endless torment upon her,

imprisoned within an immortal body. This body was her shield, her cage, and her instrument of torture.

If she were separated from this body, the azure flames would burn her primordial spirit to ashes.

Without destroying her physical body, there was a sliver of hope for escape.

The Phantom Queen chose to endure.

She patiently waited for so many years, enduring the humiliation along the way. The pain and hardship were unimaginable to others. She had finally waited for this day,

only to have it thwarted by Zi Mo. The extreme highs and lows of joy and sorrow were unbearable for her already tormented state. With

the last vestige of her accumulated divine power, she transformed her immortal body into a human bomb, wreathed in emerald green "Soul-Refining Ghost Fire."

She wanted to make these people taste the same soul-refining pain as she had experienced.

The attack came suddenly. The three of them saw the streaks of green flame rushing towards them like shooting stars. With no way to avoid it, they could only

throw themselves to the ground, hoping to escape as much as possible, but the green flames... The attacks came in a crisscrossing pattern, impossible to evade. Suddenly, a

blue-green unicorn appeared in the air, its wings flapping, creating a gust of wind that swept away the rapidly approaching green

flames, sending them spinning. Then, it stretched its neck and pecked at the flames like a chicken pecking at locusts, devouring them

completely . Still seemingly unsatisfied, it flapped its wings again and flew towards the remaining flames floating throughout the room, wiping them away in a whirlwind.

The ghastly green of the stone chamber gradually dimmed under its pursuit, leaving only the stone lotus lamps embedded on either side of the pillars still

flickering with green flames.

An indescribable silence filled the entire underground stone chamber.

A deathly silence.

After an unknown amount of time, life finally returned to the chamber.

The three of them let out a long sigh of relief, finally getting to their feet. This brush with death had left

them drenched in cold sweat; without Xiao Qing, they would surely have perished.

After pecking at the Azure Flame, Xiao Qing didn't stop, circling and coiling around the faceless demon lord's statue, rubbing against it

affectionately. Finally, it stopped in front of the statue and gently tapped the ground three times with its long beak. Suddenly,

a "clang" was heard from the altar beneath the statue, followed by a "whoosh." The three turned to look and

saw the stone slab beneath the altar flip up, revealing a multicolored, scaled venomous snake

that darted out from a dark, waist-high hole, stopping less than a foot from Xiao Qing's head. The snake's body was as thick as a bucket, and its eyes shone like cold lamps, fixed

intently on Xiao Qing's eyes. Its red tongue flickered, almost touching Xiao Qing's head.

The foul stench emanating from its mouth was nauseating.

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