Gu Xianhe and Gu Xianqin

"Alright. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Lin Yi did not continue bargaining with Fruit Old Face.

After stuffing it into the Spirit Vine World and tossing it seventy percent of the mature Thread Fruit in the space, Lin Yi flashed into the Dome Space inside Black Magnetic Mountain.

Lin Yi noticed that the layer of Black Membrane previously covering the Dome's rock walls had vanished, while an endless stream of Black Mist poured in.

The scenery on the other side seemed to be somewhere within the Far West Black Mist.

As for the mutated Artifact Spirit, it concealed itself the instant Lin Yi entered, hiding who knew where.

Clearly, this thing was somewhat wary of Lin Yi's methods.

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and searched the space. Then, Qiankun Yin Yang appeared beneath his feet, and the Domain unique to a Ninth Realm Martial Saint spread outward, forcing back the surrounding Black Mist layer by layer.

Centered on Lin Yi, all the black fog rapidly receded.

"Come out. You should have seen me before. There's no point in hiding now."

As Lin Yi's Qiankun Yin Yang Domain expanded, a strange filthy thing, as thick as concentrated ink, was exposed within a dense mass of Black Mist.

It resembled a fist-sized ball of churning black water, yet also a cursed heart suspended in midair. Tar-like Black Mist rolled across its surface, while dark purple veins flickered in and out of sight beneath a dim glow.

Every wriggle produced a teeth-grating "creak," as though countless wronged souls were struggling and wailing within liquid darkness.

Simply staring at it made countless negative emotions—resentment, regret, slaughter, and more—surge forth.

Lin Yi had no choice but to manifest Fuzhu antler. Milky-white Spiritual Power containing Pure Divinity spread out, finally suppressing that feeling.

Perhaps realizing