The situation in the Netherworld Realm was incredibly complicated, a complete mess, like the scene of a car crash.
Some of it Xiang Yuan could not understand. Some of it he could understand. And some of it—he understood, yet wished he did not.
What he could not understand was the Netherworld Realm itself. What the hell was this place? Where had crossing the void brought him? Was this still the Dry Abyss Realm he knew?
What he could understand was Jinse's Six Incarnations slaughtering everything below. Each held a sword and moved under Chan'er's control, chasing several hundred, perhaps a thousand cultivators and cutting them down like melons and vegetables. The entire battlefield could only be described as utterly one-sided.
The makeup of those several hundred or thousand cultivators was incomparably mixed, with all sorts among them. Perhaps they had witnessed the power of the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation before and been scared out of their wits. Besides, Jinse's Six Incarnations were Chan'er's avatars—equivalent to six Body Integration Realm Cultivators who commanded the laws of reincarnation. Though the thousand cultivators had the advantage in numbers, they could not even mount a single effective counterattack.
Above the boundless, shadowy skies of the Netherworld Realm, a great sun, a Heavenly Sword, and two phantom figures hung in the air, battering the spatial barrier of the Netherworld Realm.
Bai Wuyan and Sword Venerable Su Ran.
Why were these two here, and why had they joined forces? Xiang Yuan could more or less guess. They had most likely come in answer to that pretty boy's agreement, only to be thrown here by Zhang Tianyang.
What he understood yet wished he did not was that Xiao Lingyue, Chan'er, and Shang Qingmeng had formed an encirclement around Taoist Wangji, whose face was deathly pale and whose