Inside the underground cavern hall.
Blood Sorrow, who had been sitting cross-legged atop the high platform, moved and appeared above the solid ice. Looking down at Fu Chengye trapped within it, he wore a mocking sneer.
"Fellow Daoist Fu, how does the Nine Nether Profound Baleful taste?"
Fu Chengye desperately circulated his spiritual power, trying to break free of the ice's confinement.
Yet the chill seeping from the ice was like blade after blade of sharp frost, plunging straight into his body and freezing his meridians.
As his spiritual power flowed through his meridians, it felt as though countless steel nails were pricking them, bringing unbearable agony.
That indescribable pain was too much even for Fu Chengye, a Void Refinement cultivator, to endure. His consciousness blurred, and he nearly fainted.
With his mind clouded, he could no longer maintain control over the circulation of his spiritual power. It gradually fell silent, like stagnant water.
Then, the agony gradually faded, and Fu Chengye's consciousness cleared once more.
"Blood Sorrow, you deceived me. The Nine Nether Profound Baleful had long since been successfully refined. From the very beginning, the refining process you told me about was false." Fu Chengye gritted his teeth and forced out the words through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with fury and unwillingness.
Blood Sorrow replied smugly, "I did deceive you. The moment Killing Intent surged out from the corpse, the Nine Nether Profound Baleful was already complete. All those steps I took afterward were merely for show. In truth, I was secretly recovering my spiritual power. You are the ancestor of an entire clan and possess Void Refinement cultivation. How could I possibly fail to guard against you?"
Though unwilling, Fu Chengye could only accept defeat. The victor became king, while the loser became bandit.
"My skills