Jing Wuming's Reliance

The two figures, one tall and one short, were none other than the great demon Yuan Hao Wind Eagle.

"It is precisely because of the internal discord among the Human Race that our Demon Race has an opportunity to take advantage of this." The Wind Eagle, now fully transformed into human form, coldly replied, his face resolute and his eyes sharp.

"Let's go, we must retrieve the Holy Demon's corpse," Yuan Hao said.

Wind Eagle spoke up to stop the other party, "Your size is too large, it may be inconvenient for you to move around."

Yuan Hao said, "This is a small matter."

As soon as it finished speaking, its body began to shrink rapidly, instantly becoming a seven-foot-tall creature.

As its body changed shape, its large cloak lost its support and fell to the ground.

Having done all this, Yuan Hao stepped through the bronze gate.

Wind Eagle saw the cloak lying on the ground, shook his head, seemingly helpless yet also sarcastic.

He raised his hand and waved it away, then followed Yuan Hao and disappeared into the bronze gate.

After passing through the bronze door, Xing Wenyao felt the scene before him blur rapidly. After a brief period of weightlessness, he arrived at a dark underground cave.

The cave was very small, only about ten zhang in diameter.

Around the cave, there are eight Cave, each about ten feet high, with almost identical entrances, showing no difference whatsoever.

The ghostly mist here was extremely dense. Xing Wenyao released his Divine Sense and found that with his Nascent Soul Middle Stage Divine Sense, he could only perceive a distance of one zhang around him.

For Nascent Soul Cultivator, a perception distance of one zhang is almost negligible, even less than the range of the five senses.

"Where is this? I wonder if it's still inside the mountain?" Xing Wenyao asked Xing Gaohan, who had entered with him.

The latter replied, "It shouldn't be inside the mountain anymore, but somewhere deep underground within the secret realm."

"Waaah..."

The Nether Fox suddenly let out several low growls.

Then it ran towards one of the Cave.

"Go! Follow me," Xing Gaohan said softly.

The Cave are intricate and complex; often, after walking a distance of ten or twenty feet, you will encounter a fork in the road.

The cave was pitch black, and with their Divine Sense limited, even if the two were Nascent Soul Cultivator, it would be difficult to track down Jing Wuming the guidance of the Nether Fox.

The two humans and the fox were very cautious, and therefore moved very slowly.

"Careful!"

Xing Gaohan suddenly shouted.

A burst of Law Power shot out from his hand, pulling the Nether Fox, which was two zhang in front of him, back.

At the same time, a sudden flash appeared between Xing Gaohan's brows, and nine short blades flew out rapidly.

The short blade, just over three inches long, pierced into the ghostly mist ahead with lightning speed.

"Sizzle--"

A sharp, piercing, and chilling scream rang out.

The sound was like a sharp arrow piercing the eardrums, going straight into the mind.

Having explored this secret realm multiple times, the Xing Family naturally couldn't have been unprepared for the Divine Sense attacks of the Wraith spirits.

A bead suddenly appeared on the foreheads of both Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao.

The bead, about the size of a pigeon's egg, emitted bursts of blue light, firmly protecting the heads of the two people from the spiritual attacks of the Wraith Divine Sense.

Xing Wenyao reacted quickly, swiftly returning the Nether Fox to his spirit beast pouch to prevent it from dying from the Wraith spirit's Divine Sense attack.

"Oh no, it's a late-stage fourth-tier Wraith," Xing Gaohan said.

The Wraith survived his full-force <Soul-Concentrating Spike> indicates that it possessed at least the strength of a late-stage fourth-tier cultivator.

Xing Gaohan hurriedly formed hand Method Formula, and strands of lightning power gathered on his body.

As he cast his spell, nine Divine Sense Blade flew out from between Xing Wenyao's eyebrows.

These blades were smaller than those wielded by Xing Gaohan.

The sharp blade pierced into the ghostly mist ahead, and the cries of the Wraith immediately weakened.

Without giving the Wraith any chance to breathe, five bolts of silver lightning, each as thick as a bowl, shot out from Xing Gaohan's body.

Fourth-Order Thunder Method - Five Thunders Strike the Crown!

"Boom, boom..."

Five thunderclaps exploded several feet ahead.

Lightning surged forth like a raging wild horse, galloping rampage through the dark, ghostly mist. Wherever the lightning passed, the ghostly mist vanished swiftly.

A Wraith, resembling a human but with several tentacles, struggled incessantly amidst the lightning.

The Wraith's form gradually blurred, and under the repeated attacks of the two, it finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the endless darkness.

"We've just entered this maze and we've already encountered a late-stage fourth-tier Wraith. It seems there are quite a few Wraith here, so we must be careful," Xing Gaohan warned.

Xing Wenyao nodded without speaking, and released the Nether Fox again.

Perhaps the battle had dissipated the lingering aura of Jing Wuming, for Nether Fox suddenly lost its way at the next intersection.

It stopped and peered into the various passages, its deep eyes gleaming with a sharp light in the darkness.

A moment later, the Nether Fox regained its sense of Jing Wuming's presence and ran towards a passage on the left.

Xing Gaohan and Xing Wenyao followed closely behind.

As they walked, the two gradually realized that something was wrong.

The Nether Fox followed Jing Wuming's aura, and although it wandered through the maze, it never once retraced its steps.

It was as if Jing Wuming, standing ahead, knew this maze inside and out.

He knew exactly where he was going and how to get there, and he never stopped or lost his way.

Xing Wenyao's face showed surprise and doubt.

"How is this possible? How did he determine the direction? And how does he know the location of the maze's exit?"

Xing Gaohan frowned, lost in thought.

After a while, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

Do you still remember Xing Ci?

Xing Wenyao turned to look at Xing Gaohan, and asked in confusion.

"Ancestor Xing Ci! You mean...?"

Xing Ci was Nascent Soul Cultivator from the previous generation of the Xing Family.

Three hundred years ago, after exploring this secret realm, Xing Ci, for some unknown reason, did not immediately return to the Xing Family, but instead left the clan.

Then, Xing Ci died inexplicably outside.

How did Xing Ci die? And at the hands of whom?

The Xing Family still hasn't figured it out.

Xing Gaohan nodded, his expression becoming unusually serious.

"The death of Xing Ci is likely related to the Jing Family. It's highly probable that the Jing Family obtained some important information from Xing Ci that we are currently unaware of."

Xing Wenyao's expression changed. "Wouldn't that mean Jing Wuming the Demon Soul Spirit-Breaking Pill?"

Xing Gaohan said, "There's no need to panic. The Demon Soul Spirit-Breaking Pill isn't so easy to obtain. Let Jing Wuming lead the way out of the maze."

Xing Wenyao felt somewhat relieved after hearing Xing Gaohan's words, but he still couldn't hide his worry.

The Xing Family has spent over a thousand years exploring this secret realm, and with the treasure right before their eyes, they cannot afford to let their efforts go to waste now.

The two quickened their pace.