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Xiangyou, bound within, faced the four descending swords. Not only was he unangered, he was delighted. Laughing, he said, "Come to think of it, you count as one of my juniors. As your elder, I'll teach you a lesson today. We ancient gods are not so easily bullied."

As he spoke, the serpent head condensed from Xiangyou's power suddenly exploded, transforming above the river of Cosmic Light into an enormous vortex filled with boundless dim, gray mist.

The gray vapor forming this vortex contained the Nine Nether Yin Qi and netherworld ghost qi of the underworld; the peculiar death qi formed when the divine power of ancient gods twisted at the instant of their deaths; the savage, vicious qi and filthy Killing Intent left behind by the deaths of primeval beasts; as well as the turbid foul qi woven from all manner of emotions in the final moments before sentient beings died...

These auras mingled as they spun and evolved as they spun. Looking into the vortex, Yu Chen could see scenes of countless beings dying.

There were scenes of mortals, birds, beasts, plants, and the like, their breaths visibly weakening as they waited step by step for death; scenes atop tier upon tier of altars, where humans, beasts, and birds had their heads severed, their blood turning into blazing light as it rose; and scenes of demons, monsters, ghosts, and human warriors dueling beneath the watchful eyes of noble sorcerers, either dismembering their opponents or being dismembered themselves...

There were also countless scenes of people struggling helplessly beneath floods, landslides, earth-splitting fissures, storms, and fires as they were swallowed bit by bit; of plagues running rampant and curses descending upon people, who ended their own lives, willingly or by force, for the sake of others; of shattered altars after