Hou Xibai was unwilling.
Black Mountain Old Demon gave a strange, sinister laugh and threatened him at length, saying that if he refused to go, he would destroy his soul, while if he went, he would still have a chance at life.
Hou Xibai naturally did not want to die, so he had no choice but to go.
Before he left, Black Mountain Old Demon also placed a forbidden curse on him, saying that if he did not return in time, the curse would erupt and Hou Xibai would die all the same.
Hou Xibai left the Netherworld Yin-Yang Road with a livid expression.
What greeted him was a dense mass of Sword Cultivators, stretching endlessly into the distance.
From the sky to the ground.
At a glance, sword light filled every direction, seemingly endless.
"...!!"
Hou Xibai hurriedly raised his hands and shouted loudly:
"I'm one of you!"
"It's Hou Xibai. Don't attack!"
Yan Chixia was also among the Sword Cultivators. He rode his sword, transformed into a streak of sword light, and landed directly in front of Hou Xibai.
"Hou Xibai, Black Mountain Old Demon didn't destroy your soul?! That's wonderful!"
"Heh."
Hou Xibai gave a bitter laugh.
"It's a long story. Let's wait until we get back to discuss it."
"Good. Let's go."
After Yan Chixia brought Hou Xibai back to the formation,
Hou Xibai slowly recounted the whole truth of what had happened.
Zhi Qiu Yiye snorted coldly.
"Black Mountain Old Demon has repeatedly broken his word and committed every evil imaginable. How could he possibly spare him?!"
"Exactly."
Yan Chixia deeply agreed.
"That demon is fickle and extremely treacherous. Moreover, he looks remarkably similar to the Great Emperor. If we let him go and he emerges to commit evil again, wouldn't that damage the Great