Refining the Mountains and Rivers

These withered and shriveled corpses had been dead for countless years already. Yet, they didn't decay away. When they freed themselves from the wooden stakes and landed on the ground, they rushed forward like wild tigers. Guttural howls came from their throats as they raced ahead with astonishing speed!

In the blink of an eye they ran up from the stone steps and plunged themselves at the lance-holding Do Ermo. The Saint's weary face revealed an expression of loathing and disgust. He took a step back and fell to a knee, stabbing the lance condensed from light down into the smooth mountain stone.

Bang -

The entire mountain peak trembled and fiercely vibrated. Then, the mirror-smooth summit was torn and smashed apart by a terrifying strength.

Lance phantoms broke free from the ground and shot into the skies. They carried with them a swift and fierce aura, one that could pierce through all things as they tore through the withered corpses that were rushing over.

Burning heat erupted from the wounds, causing these corpses that had not decayed over the years to suddenly ignite like dead wood.

They were instantly reduced to ashes!

Even so, Do Ermo's crazy slaughter didn't frighten these corpses away. On the contrary, their attacks became even more manic and wild.

To die was freedom!

Because of their betrayal in the past, they were imprisoned here after death. Their souls could not rest in peace and they suffered heart-wrenching pain every day. This sort of torture had lasted for hundreds of thousands of years. And now, for them, being able to disappear forever was already the best result.

Qin Yu watched with cold eyes as these shriveled and fierce corpses crazily tossed themselves at the Western Tomb Saint and were burned to ashes.

Although he still didn't fully understand what was happening, he could still make out the key players here and get a sense of what they were trying to do and what their motives were. For instance, the First Saint had descended upon the Hell Mystic Realm in order to capture the power and authority of the Western Tomb. And, there was also the Western Tomb's Divine Seat who had some way of undoing the seal within the sinful attendant so that she could fight Do Ermo and delay for more time.

It was clear that this stage today was no longer his alone. Moreover, the Ancient's skull and his consciousness that hadn't yet dispersed seemed to have expected this. Whether it was Do Ermo or the Divine Seat, everything seemed to be within his plan.

But even now, Qin Yu couldn't determine whether or not he would be the last one smiling today.

As these chaotic thoughts raced through his mind, he caught a glimpse of a small figure from the edge of his vision. It was the corpse of that seven or eight year old girl. Because her body was withered, she appeared even smaller and thinner than she should. She was mixed in with the numerous corpses as she hurtled at the Saint.

Without accident, she would suffer a similar fate to those corpses in front of her. She would be pierced through by a lance, burned to ashes by the holy light.

But when Qin Yu saw her, the little corpse turned her head and their eyes met in midair. Her eerie and strange smile suddenly widened.

In the next moment, the little girl's corpse leapt over and she jumped on top of Qin Yu's stone-covered body. Her young laughter rang out like little bells, "Big brother, I said that we would meet again."

A familiar sound echoed in his ears. Then, there was a series of loud ringing, of stone being struck over and over. The little girl screamed in anger and irritation. She sneered, "Do you think you can block me just because you put on some stone armor? Big brother, you are underestimating me!"

Qin Yu could hear the sound of flowing liquid. Then, a piercing yin chill aura slowly seeped into him.

"Hehe, stay behind and play with me! I like big brother very much! When I grow up, I will be your bride and marry you. How about it?"

Qin Yu's complexion was ugly. He never thought that he would be sucked into this mess even though he was just watching from the sidelines. How come this little girl's corpse was so extraordinary and why wasn't she summoned by the blood of the sinful attendant?

At this time, if someone were standing nearby, they would see that the corpse of the little girl that held onto Qin Yu's back was rapidly decaying and melting away. The little corpse turned into a thick black liquid that covered Qin Yu's stony gray outer layer, continuously seeping through.

Her empty eye sockets stared at Qin Yu's brain, as if she were pondering how tasty it would be to bite into it.

However, why did she think that this big brother's flesh and blood could help revive her? And how did she think about such things? It was as if all these thoughts had suddenly appeared in her mind. It was strangely unexplainable.

But the little girl's simple thoughts didn't allow her to ponder such complex things. Still, none of this mattered. All that mattered was that she needed this big brother to stay behind so that they could be together forever.

Mm, if the two fused into one whole, wouldn't they be together forever and never be separated? Hehe, it was definitely like this!

The little girl closed her eyes and let out a sigh of comfort. She allowed herself to melt into black goo, drilling through the stone layer that covered Qin Yu.

"Huh?" A surprised voice rang through Qin Yu's thoughts. "Throughout all these years, I actually never discovered that such a funny little thing is hidden within the corpses of the sinners.

"Hoho, this can be considered a lucky chance for you. Since she delivered herself on her own initiative, then I will help you receive her. Perhaps she will be of some use to you in the future."

Then, in Qin Yu's ears, the little girl's panicked screams rang out loud, as if she had encountered something extremely horrifying and was unable to resist. The black goo that poured through the gray-white stone layer was forcefully drawn out and concentrated together by a formidable strength until it was the size of a knuckle.

Then, a cool feeling touched Qin Yu's hand as if he had caught a drop of rain. The black ball merged into his flesh and blood. In Qin Yu's soul space, within the light that sprinkled down from the Chain of Stars, a knuckle-sized black bead appeared.

One could see the face of a seven or eight year old girl floating within it, lying on her back. She had a sweet smile, as if she would open her eyes at any moment.

The Ancient's consciousness was silent for a moment before letting out a burst of acclaim. "I never thought you would have such good fortune. I am even more sure that one day in the future you will lead the Ancient race to return to the world.

"Soon, I will give you another stroke of good fortune. I will help you establish your Great Dao and give you the most solid foundation for growth!"

It was clear that the Ancient had sensed the existences of the Purple Moon, Blue Sun, and Cosmic Seacross Bell within Qin Yu's body. But, the praise in the Ancient's voice didn't cause Qin Yu to feel any joy at all. Rather, it made him feel dread, the dread of someone whose secrets were all seen through.

No one hoped that they would be completely seen through. Maintaining some sense of privacy was one of the most basic demands for a living being.

But at this time, Qin Yu naturally wouldn't mention this. He respectfully said, "Thank you, my lord."

The Ancient faintly said, "You are the only bloodline of my race still preserved in this world, so I will give you everything I can. But right now, I am still missing something. Wait a little longer and you will be fine."

As the voice fell, the kneeling sinful attendant suddenly raised her hands into the skies. After restoring herself to her original state, she was just a woman who was taller than an ordinary man. Her pale fists were delicate.

But as she punched out, loud rumbling sounds came from the skies above her.

Wild strength poured out. It swept through the skies like a dragon, breaking space apart. Because of the sudden collapse of space, a massive vortex formed.

Do Ermo's complexion changed, "You are seeking death!"

He lifted his hands and threw the lance of light forward. The lance howled ahead at the sinful attendant, tearing through the air with an inconceivable degree of speed and strength. But, she still stood tall and straight. Her eyes were calm, as if she didn't realize that imminent death was upon her.

A mote of light suddenly appeared. When the terrifying lance of light struck it, it burst apart like a bubble. The bright light disappeared in the next instant and the lance of light vanished along with it.

Up in the skies, Ji Xiangtian walked out from the vortex of shattered space. He was tall and wore glorious white robes. His expression was impossibly calm, without any hint of anger, as if everything occurring in the Hell Mystic Realm was within his anticipation.

His gaze swept over. He didn't look at Do Ermo, but at the sinful attendant. "Although I withdrew your imprisonment, it isn't difficult for me to suppress you in your current condition. Be sealed by me and you can continue living on with the status of the sinful attendant. Otherwise, while I can save you, I can also thrust you beyond redemption."

The sinful attendant's eyes were icy cold and filled with a bone-deep and unforgettable hatred. But, she chose to bow her head and give up all resistance.

The Western Tomb Ji Family had been chosen by the Dao Monarch to govern and also represent the orthodoxy of the Divine Church. They naturally grasped terrifying methods that others didn't know of. The sinful attendant had already experienced this once before. Since she knew she couldn't resist, she could only continue living on. She believed that there would be a day when her master returned and these despicable traitors would all be tossed into the abyss, never to be reincarnated!

Ji Xiangtian pointed a finger. Light gushed out, weaving together into a rune that shot in between the sinful attendant's eyebrows and fused into her body. The formidable aura that erupted from within her rapidly faded like a falling tide. Her complexion paled once more, and the iciness and hatred in her expression became faint once again.

She bowed and kneeled, "This sinful attendant greets the Divine Seat."

Ji Xiangtian waved his hand. "Draw back." It was only now that he looked up at Do Ermo. This First Saint of the Divine Church didn't take advantage of this time to do anything. Rather, from the very moment the Divine Seat appeared he had maintained his silence.

At this time, Do Ermo looked up and locked eyes with the Divine Seat. The air became thick and viscous, as if it would turn solid!

"Saint, if you are willing to acknowledge your guilt and surrender yourself to be captured, I will spare your life."

Do Ermo darkly chuckled. "And after that? You will extract all of my divine strength and create a new Saint? You want to secretly warn those who are covetously looking at the Divine Church that the Western Tomb's Dao Monarch is still alive?"

He shook his head, "I will not allow you to do as you wish. If you want to punish me, then go ahead and try. In truth, starting from many years ago, I've wanted to fight you. It seems that my long-cherished wish will finally come true today."

Ji Xiangtian shook his head with disappointment, "How stubbornly thickheaded!"

Since persuasion was useless, he wouldn't delay any further. He lifted a hand and grasped forward.

Rumble rumble -

A trillion rays of light erupted, instantly gathering into a sea that swept out in all directions.

Do Ermo flicked his sleeves. A similar trillion rays of light gathered into a sea. Then, the two sides maliciously collided!

The two seas of light constantly broke apart and collapsed as they grinded into each other. Finally, they counterbalanced each other and disappeared.

He laughed out loud, "You are the Divine Seat and I am the Divine Church's First Saint. The divine arts you possess, I also possess…Divine Seat, how can you kill me?"

Ji Xiangtian calmly said, "Is that so?"

The Western Tomb's Ji Family had ruled the Divine Church for hundreds of thousands of years and experienced endless storms of wind and rain. Even greater disasters than today had appeared in the past. Yet, they still ruled over the Western Tomb. There was naturally a reason they held supreme power.

The Divine Church had numerous divine techniques. As long as a disciple had enough faith, they could comprehend and cultivate them, obtaining a formidable strength.

But there were a few exceptions. They were gifts from the Dao Monarch, and only the Ji Family bloodline that he had chosen could successfully practice them.

He lifted a hand and pointed a finger.

"Godfall Art!"