The system had just notified him that [Karma Worry-Free] had been completed.
That meant, by the system's judgment, he no longer bore any karma!
But the karma of his Chongming Sect had clearly not yet been repaid...
As he was thinking this, Pei Ling immediately sensed a gaze filled with decay and death suddenly locking onto him.
It was "Death"!
Pei Ling did not hesitate. He took a step forward and immediately sat upon an ink-black throne. The throne was dark and somber, with countless crimson patterns coalescing across it, radiating an overwhelming aura of curses.
The instant he appeared on the throne, another, nearly identical throne emerged from the void just ahead and to his side. A graceful figure sat upon it, her face completely hidden in gloom. An intensely concentrated aura of decay, chill, bleakness, death... radiated from her.
Pei Ling immediately asked, "Senior, what do you want with me?"
"Death" spoke in a cold, immense voice. "You Su Fen is the Land of the Dead."
"The living who enter this place must abide by its rules."
At those words, Pei Ling's thoughts stirred, and he immediately saw Qiao Ciguang sitting cross-legged in a Yin Qi forest near the outskirts of You Su Fen, cultivating with all her might. Beside her stood a figure in splendid robes: that Mahayana cultivator from Suzhen Heaven. From the looks of it, he was protecting a junior disciple of his sect as she cultivated.
And in the cultivation chamber of the Li Clan Teahouse, which You Su Fen had swallowed, countless Yin-born plants clustered around the room. Si Hong Qingyan, dressed in robes red as blood, had a Primordial Body—shrunken by a restriction—floating before her. Her eyes were closed, and her long hair and sleeves stirred despite the lack of wind. She,