An Artifact Spirit is still an Artifact Spirit, even if it has a consciousness like a human's, it could never possess the cunning of one.

After luring and killing the Wood Cauldron Fragment Artifact Spirit, Ye Lingyue was exhausted. Especially since the Wood Cauldron Fragment Artifact Spirit had absorbed a lot of her flesh and blood just now, her complexion at this moment was no different than white paper.

Ye Lingyue didn't even have the extra strength to digest and absorb the Wood Power of the Five Elements Wood that was just refined by the Qian Cauldron Power.

Her body became weak, swaying and about to fall, when a pair of arms tightly embraced her.

What came into her sight were Wu Zhong's eyes, a pair of proud and icy eyes.

Ye Lingyue, in a daze, seemed to have seen a fleeting concern in his eyes.

Ha~ How could that be? She must have seen it wrong.

The Ghost Emperor, who doesn't blink an eye when killing, how could he worry about her.

"What exactly is going on? Just now those vines, and that Cauldron Piece..." Wu Zhong had a thousand words to ask Ye Lingyue, but seeing her in such a dying state, these doubts became insignificant.

"Let's leave this place. Yinzhongtian is about to collapse."

This part of Yinzhongtian inside the Nirvana Cauldron was originally constructed with the Wood Cauldron Fragment at its core. Now that it had been refined by Ye Lingyue, this space would soon collapse.

The cave began to shake, and rocks on the mountain walls continuously fell. In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire cave would collapse.

Wu Zhong gave Ye Lingyue a deep glance and picked her up around the waist.

"Wait, that coffin."

Although Ye Lingyue was weak all over and couldn't even lift a finger, she still looked pitifully at the Sky Bright Crystal Coffin on the ground.

"..."

Wu Zhong really wanted to strangle Ye Lingyue to death.

The saying "man dies for wealth, as the bird dies for food" was about people like Ye Lingyue.

He pulled a long face and rudely tossed Ye Lingyue into the coffin.

"Wu Zhong! You dare to throw me into the coffin!"

Bad luck, she really didn't want to use the coffin that the Taiyi Sect Leader had lain in for a thousand years.

A moment ago, she felt that maybe Wu Zhong wasn't that bad, but Ye Lingyue got angry again.

If it weren't for her weakness at the moment, she would have guaranteed to poke this bad-tempered and overbearing man full of holes with her Little Infinite Finger.

"Shut up. If you say one more word, I'll dig a hole and bury you live along with this coffin."

Wu Zhong was full of resentful energy. This heartless woman had only the Sky Bright Crystal Coffin on her mind.

Heaven knows how anxious he was when he couldn't see her just now.

Upon hearing the words "buried alive," Ye Lingyue immediately became silent. Who knew whether this man, whose mood changed unpredictably, would really bury her.

The people outside the Taiyi Secret Realm remained completely unaware of the changes that had occurred in Yinzhongtian.

They were even more unaware that the Wood Cauldron Fragment Artifact Spirit, considered the Taiyi Sect's divine artifact, had already been refined by Ye Lingyue.

Inside the Taiyi Secret Realm, Bo Qing, Boss He, and others, after days of pursuit, finally found the location of the Nirvana Cauldron and traced the movements of the people from the Underworld Yama Palace with the help of Little Wuya.

But the few people from the Underworld Yama Palace moved unpredictably, being tracked down several times, yet also escaping several times.

It was only when they were chased to the gate of the Taiyi Sect, near the exit of the Sword Relieving Pond, that Bo Qing, Boss He, and others finally intercepted the people from the Underworld Yama Palace again.

"Hand over the Nirvana Cauldron."

Bo Qing stood in the air, with the Beidou Exchange Bell around him entwined with strings of silk, like a swarm of snakes dancing and coiling around him.

The red robe fluttered in the wind, and with his jade-like skin and red lips, it made Bo Qing look even more enchanting.

"Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" a dignified male voice sounded as if from beyond the heavens.

Hearing the male voice, the few people in the Underworld Yama Palace were surprised and overjoyed.

"Lord Ghost Emperor!"

Little Zhiyo suddenly cried out and leaped up in an arrow stride.

The Nirvana Cauldron was heard thundering open.

Wu Zhong stood bare-bodied, suspended in the air, holding a coffin in one hand while grabbing onto Little Zhiyo with the other hand, who had attempted to escape.

Under the daylight, that man appeared out of thin air like a Heavenly God.

Facing Bo Qing head-on.

Bo Qing's pupils shrank as he made out the man who, according to rumors, could make the entire mainland's underworld tremble with a stomp of his foot.

His skin was like amber, muscles perfectly defined, and amber-colored eyes.

A golden mask covered his face, his nose prominent like a mountain peak, and his lips, a light cherry color, outlined a sensually cool shape.

His dark hair flew wildly in the wind, and even his tattered clothes did not make him look the least bit unkempt.

Especially seeing Wu Zhong's lean, muscular physique, Bo Qing instantly felt a sense of frustration.

This was a man who, merely by standing, exuded an aura of a terrifying king.

Seeing Wu Zhong appear, the few people in the Underworld Yama Palace worshipped him, seeing him as their god in their eyes.

Boss He, Elder Huo Yan, and others dared not even breathe heavily; it was as if someone had grasped their throats all at once.

Only Bo Qing did not kneel or worship; he stood unyielding like a thorny rose, facing Wu Zhong.

"Zhiyo (sobbing)"

Little Zhiyo really wanted to cry but had no tears; why was it so unlucky to always end up in the hands of this terrifying man?

Bo Qing couldn't understand why only Wu Zhong had appeared and not Hong Shisan whom he had been eagerly thinking about.

"Thirteen? Where's Thirteen, why is it just you? Where have you hidden Thirteen?"

"Thirteen?"

Although he knew that Hong Shisan was merely Ye Lingyue's alias, hearing his beloved woman's name so affectionately from a girlish mouth irritated Wu Zhong.

A malevolent thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"She's in the coffin."

In the coffin?

Boss He and Elder Huo Yan's eyes were all fixed on the coffin in Wu Zhong's hand.

Little Zhiyo and Little Wuya were also stunned.

Especially Little Zhiyo—it looked at the coffin and felt it was very eerie no matter how it looked.

From astonishment, his expression turned to grief and then to despair, as Bo Qing furiously rushed forward.

"He's dead! How could he die, it was you—you killed him!" Bo Qing roared in a low voice, as desperation and sorrow whirled a Primordial Power around him.

Wu Zhong snorted coldly upon seeing that Primordial Power.

It seemed this prodigal son of the Demon Sect had some real strength.

Bo Qing lunged with both fists, slamming violently towards Wu Zhong.

As the fists came down, Wu Zhong's eyes darkened, a surge of Primordial Power burst from within him and violently repelled Bo Qing.

"Without the protection of the Spiritual Treasure and Jueqing Sect, you are nothing but a useless piece of trash," Wu Zhong coldly threw out words that battered Bo Qing, leaving him completely devastated, yet utterly helpless because his strength did not match Wu Zhong's.

"Young Sect Master, you are no match for him," Elder Huo Yan saw that things were about to get out of hand, took control of Bo Qing, fearing he would do anything more to court death.