Xue Qingcheng was as sharp as ice and snow. Naturally, she would not rashly assume that her strength alone could stand against the entire Nine Netherworlds Abyss, which had already fallen under the Netherworld's occupation.
Thus, rather than charging straight toward the Netherbone Divine Hall in a whirlwind, she concealed her movements with a secret art and silently approached the hall.
On her return to Snow Burial Valley, Xue Qingcheng had not only subdued numerous clansmen afflicted with the Evil Soul Seal and protected the valley through this turbulent uprising of evil spirits.
She had also mastered numerous secret arts passed down by Snow Burial Valley's ancient sages and mighty cultivators from a stone stele secretly bequeathed by her ancestors.
At this moment, Xue Qingcheng was using the Snow Mist Art.
She summoned a cloud of mist formed from ice and snow, enveloping herself within it.
This way, outsiders could only see a drifting cloud of white mist, with no way to detect Xue Qingcheng's movements.
Concealed by the Snow Mist Art, Xue Qingcheng made her way into the Central Court without obstruction.
Whenever she encountered isolated groups of three to five soul slaves along the way, she emerged from the snow mist and froze them.
She interrogated these soul slaves about Lin Mo's whereabouts. When they failed to give her the answer she wanted, she killed them all.
By the time she entered the Central Court, thirty or forty soul slaves had been frozen into ice sculptures by Xue Qingcheng and reduced to dust and ashes.
"That must be the Netherbone Divine Hall..."
Hidden behind a stone pillar, Xue Qingcheng gazed at the distant hall, wreathed in black mist and bristling with sinister evil aura, her expression solemn.
*There are over a hundred soul slaves at the Spirit Transformation