Sealed for a Thousand Years

Northern Nether Sea.

Jicheng stood on the sea's surface, his face deathly pale, carrying the corpse of a demon cultivator in one hand.

Judging by the terrifying aura lingering on the corpse, it had undoubtedly belonged to an old monster of the Fusion Realm.

Having completed the final step of the plan, his feelings were exceptionally complicated—anticipation, excitement, guilt, and fear all mingled together.

This was a gamble.

To become the king of Li Tang, he had to pay this price, even if this operation was very likely to cost the Li Tang Sect all of its elite forces!

But the facts proved that he had bet correctly.

When the Needle-Staring Great Emperor's aura spread throughout the Nether Sea, he had no choice but to lower his head and respectfully bow toward the location of the patriarch, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief.

That brat Wang Yuan had indeed chosen to play this trump card to protect his own people.

Divine Invocation!

With his current cultivation, once the Divine Invocation ended, he would surely be reduced to ashes, unable to leave behind even a wisp of remnant soul.

And once the patriarch descended to clean up the mess, it would be the most favorable outcome for him!

Just as Jicheng was reveling in his excitement, the changes around him suddenly made his heart skip a beat.

The spiritual energy of the Nether Sea was actually disappearing???

After carefully sensing it, he realized—

the spiritual energy had not disappeared.

It had been... contaminated to the point where it could no longer be absorbed.

Even an Immortal Emperor would be unable to refine this murky spiritual energy.

This change shocked Jicheng.

What had happened?

This enormous unforeseen development made him anxious again. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to head