A fierce wind howled, and a figure swept up before Jing Jiu.
The river of lava was somewhat dim, but it still gave off a faint glow. Besides, Jing Jiu's right hand was like a burning torch, bright enough to illuminate the scene before him.
It was a gaunt, middle-aged man with green light gleaming in his eyes and disheveled hair, like a genuine wild beast. His evil aura was as thick as the night.
This evil cultivator was powerful enough to cultivate so deep underground, and presumably quite famous in Cold Mountain.
Jing Jiu glanced at him and confirmed that the man's cultivation realm was higher than his own.
Then he looked at the law treasure in his right hand and confirmed that, although it could not stand much burning, it was fairly hard.
In those few moments, his right hand scorched another wisp of bluish smoke from the law treasure. Anguish and fury appeared on the evil cultivator's face, and he shouted harshly, "You're courting death!"
With that shout, the killing intent of the law treasure in Jing Jiu's hand surged. Dozens of vengeful souls and yin spirits lunged at his face like moths.
The temperature in the cavern suddenly dropped several degrees, and even the river of lava grew dimmer.
Those vengeful souls and yin spirits had neither form nor substance and could directly attack a cultivator's Dao Heart and nascent soul, making them particularly troublesome for orthodox cultivators.
This evil cultivator had spent over a hundred years beneath Soul-Gathering Valley collecting thousands of vengeful souls and yin spirits before finally nurturing his Life-bound Law Treasure into a true demonic artifact.
By taking this law treasure directly into his hand, Jing Jiu really was courting death, no matter how one looked at it.
Those vengeful souls and