With his confidence restored, Ouyang once again wore a cheeky grin.
He pointed this way and that at the enormous Sky-Piercing Stone Pillar.
What was this-no patterns at all? No style!
It looked pretty big, but it might be all show and no substance!
It felt like it couldn't even compare to me after I got up every morning!
As Ouyang's remarks began veering off course again, Xian Yi stood beside him, utterly dumbfounded.
The historical records said their clan leader had a split personality. It seemed they really hadn't lied.
Behind them, Hui Zhi softly recited a Buddhist invocation, his gaze settling on that irrepressible figure in a blue-green robe as a hint of a smile appeared.
Descending from the sky, Ouyang landed in the Sword-Forging Clan's city. This seemingly desolate little city held a whole world within.
Everyone wore white, a sword hanging at their waist, their heads tilted slightly upward with an arrogant air of looking down their noses at others.
Men and women, young and old, all wore the same cocky look of "I'm number one under heaven."
The moment Ouyang and the others landed, they drew countless gazes.
At almost the same instant, Ouyang felt as though countless sharp swords had locked onto him.
Outsiders were not welcome here!
The Sword-Forging Clan had guarded the Land of the Nine Hells for countless years, keeping watch over this land of death despite being alive themselves.
Without exception, outsiders were the divine souls of dead cultivators, and those divine souls would all ultimately be hung upon the Sky-Piercing Pillar.
Thus, the strangers who suddenly appeared instead put everyone on their guard.
Ouyang looked around, feeling somewhat surprised, because he saw children.
There was no food or water in the Land of the Nine Hells. How had