"Roar!"
Golden sword qi of unparalleled sharpness pierced through the [Prison-Warden Soul-Pitying Palace], and an earth-shaking roar resounded throughout the Yin Netherworld Six Heavens. Zhang Yuan, Ao Zhi, Xie Jingxin, and the others had already left the [Prison-Warden Soul-Pitying Palace], falling from the Thirty-Six Hells into the Demon King Palace on the next level down.
The Third Heaven, Central South's [Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace]!
The world within this Demon King Palace differed from the [Yin Net Tranquil-Illumination Palace] and the [Prison-Warden Soul-Pitying Palace]. If anything, it bore some resemblance to the [Underworld-Penetrating Soul-Severing Palace]: the world was the Demon King Palace, and the Demon King Palace was the world, like a labyrinth as vast as a world.
The sword qi erupted, destroying numerous buildings and rooms within the Demon King Palace, while Zhang Yuan, Ao Zhi, Xie Jingxin, and the others, who had fallen from the [Prison-Warden Soul-Pitying Palace], landed in one of the rooms of this labyrinth.
The [Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace] was immensely vast. Even a single room could accommodate Ao Zhi's earthen-yellow dragon body, ten thousand zhang long.
Holding Zhang Yuan in her arms, Xie Jingxin landed steadily.
"Miss Xie, this humble Daoist can fly," Zhang Yuan said, lifting his eyes slightly to look at her.
Swept along by the sword qi and falling here from the Thirty-Six Hells, he had intended to use [Golden Carriage Luan Chariot] for skyflight, but before he could unleash his divine ability, Xie Jingxin had pulled him into her arms.
There was nothing he could do about that. After all, how could a puny Purple Mansion Realm cultivator like him resist a Divine Ignition Realm Sword Saint?
He could only let Xie Jingxin carry him down; there truly was nothing else he could do.
"Oh."
Xie Jingxin gave a soft acknowledgment,