In the forest, the foxes’ shrill laughter was piercing and malicious.
Surrounded in the center, Li Muyang instantly lost his bearings; foxes were everywhere.
These foxes cackled and screamed, spewing strange flames of black and red.
As the flames approached, Li Muyang, a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm, actually felt pressure.
The terrifying flames burned without heat; the snow in the mountains did not melt, yet nature’s spiritual energy in this forest was rapidly evaporating.
It was clear that it was spiritual energy these flames were burning.
When Li Muyang came into contact with the flames, he could even distinctly feel as if the mana inside his body had been ignited, consuming it at an increased rate.
Such odd flames were clearly targeted at Earthly Cultivators.
If touched by the flames, it was feared that they wouldn’t stop until the cultivator’s internal mana was completely burned out.
A shiver ran through Li Muyang’s heart, and he immediately wielded the Destruction Wheel.
The cold, gloomy light of the Destruction Wheel swept through the flames, and these strange and powerful flames were unable to shake the grim wheel of light as it moved.
On the contrary, the Destruction Wheel swept unhindered through the flames, reaping the howling foxes one after another.
In the snowy field, the terrified cries of the foxes echoed.
“It’s an Abyssal Artifact! It’s an Abyssal Artifact!”
“That lad has an Abyssal Artifact in his hands!”
“The Abyssal Artifact has been obtained by him!”
The foxes cried out in terror, then scattered and fled in panic.
The Destruction Wheel that Li Muyang had summoned seemed to exert a great deterrence on them, making them dreadfully afraid.
Clearly, with Li Muyang’s cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm, facing the siege of over a hundred odd foxes without summoning Mo Immortal’s legacy, even if he could escape, it was impossible to come out unharmed.
But as soon as the Destruction Wheel was brought out, these foxes actually turned tail and ran…
Li Muyang wore a bewildered expression as he attempted to pursue them.
But after the foxes scattered in all directions, they quickly disappeared into the forest without leaving a trace of scent or sign, as if they had never appeared at all.
Li Muyang chased around in circles, but failed to catch a single fox, leaving behind only more than thirty fox corpses in the snow.
Seeing this scene, Li Muyang furrowed his brows, puzzled.
“What exactly is the origin of these ghost foxes?”
Staying in the territory of the Ghost Moon Fox, he had thought they were the kin or servants of the Ghost Moon Fox.
But it wasn’t until he was attacked by the foxes that he realized they seemed to be hostile to the Ghost Moon Fox.
Why would these foxes settle in the territory of the Ghost Moon Fox?
They were so fearful of the Destruction Wheel, and they called the Destruction Wheel something like an “Abyssal Artifact”… What does this term mean?
Li Muyang stood in the snowy land, pondering, when suddenly a time-space vortex appeared in the snow ahead.
From within the vortex came the surprised and perplexed voice of the Ghost Moon Fox.
“…You are Li Muyang? How come you’ve switched bodies again? And killed so many ghost foxes, causing such a commotion… Hmm? Wait! Is that an Abyssal Artifact with you?!”
The Ghost Moon Fox had also noticed Li Muyang’s Destruction Wheel and was equally astonished.
Li Muyang took a deep breath and stepped into the time-space vortex.
In the darkness ahead, the faint voice of the Ghost Moon Fox floated over.
“Come quickly, what exactly has happened? Why do you seek me?”
Soon, Li Muyang passed through the dark void and arrived within the secret realm of the Ghost Moon Fox.
But this time, he didn’t need to tread the lengthy path.
After stepping out of the dark void, a gigantic fox head appeared in front of Li Muyang’s eyes.
Within the mist, the colossal fox head, mountainous in size, gazed at Li Muyang and said, “Why is the Abyssal Artifact in your hands?”
Li Muyang looked at the Destruction Wheel beside him, then asked, “May I ask the elder, what exactly is an Abyssal Artifact? Is this object very special?”
The Destruction Wheel is particularly effective against inanimate objects and can grow limitlessly; Li Muyang had long known that this Magical Treasure was no common item.
After all, it’s a product of the system, and wouldn’t be third-rate trash.
However, he had not anticipated that this Destruction Wheel, which he had previously not paid much attention to and simply considered a backup, would now alarm a spirit god of the Netherworld.
Within the mist, the colossal fox head gazed deeply at the wheel in Li Muyang’s hands, its expression seemingly tinged with sorrow.
But in the end, it sighed gently and said, “The Abyssal Artifact, just like the Cycle of Reincarnation Platform and the Yin Life Book, is a congenital Immortal Artifact of The Peaceful Realms.”
“Ten thousand years ago, the owner of the Abyssal Artifact perished in the great calamity, and the Magic Artifact mysteriously vanished without a trace.”
“Although its appearance has now changed, the unique power of the Abyssal Artifact has not disappeared. Instead, it has acquired an additional kind of Spiritual Power unique to the Mortal World.”
“Quite peculiar… How did you come into possession of this Magical Treasure?”
The Ghost Moon Fox was deeply puzzled.
Li Muyang gave a brief pause, looking at the Destruction Wheel in his hands, and after a few seconds of silence, he shook his head: “I cannot answer this question, senior…”
It was given by the system.
And the system is the force of the Heavenly Dao’s rules.
Perhaps in the great calamity a thousand years ago, this artifact remained in the Mortal World and was transformed by the power of the Mortal World’s Heavenly Dao?
But this secret concerns Li Muyang’s ultimate trump card; he has no intention of revealing it to anyone.
The Ghost Moon Fox looked at him deeply once more, but it did not inquire further and instead said, “The fact that this Magical Treasure ended up in your hands may not be a bad thing after all.”
“You might end up battling the Netherworld Saint Spirit in the future, and having this object would increase your odds of victory.”
“Let’s not discuss this treasure any longer,” the Ghost Moon Fox, having already retired from worldy affairs and no longer concerning itself with external matters, decisively stopped probing and turned its gaze to the diminutive girl among the mist, asking, “What about you? You’ve come and gone, returning to seek me out—what business do you have?”
The enormous fox head loomed, half-visible in the mists, mysterious and powerful.
Li Muyang, not beating around the bush, said directly, “Yu Chan might be in danger. I’ve received a warning from Yan Xiaoru…”
Li Muyang briefly explained the reason for his visit and then inquired, “Senior, didn’t you say Yu Chan would not be in danger following the Netherworld Saint Spirit? So why would a descendant of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion say she is in danger… How do you explain this?”
“Is it possible that this descendant of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion is bluffing me as part of some strategy?”
Li Muyang sought the Ghost Moon Fox’s opinion.
This great and mysterious spirit god of the Netherworld, though seemingly detached, is privy to much knowledge.
Asking it is certainly more reliable than Li Muyang’s own baseless conjectures.
And in the mist, after listening to Li Muyang’s account, the huge fox fell into contemplation.
After a moment, it spoke slowly, “Yu Chan, following the Holy Spirit, indeed would not be in danger; the Holy Spirit wouldn’t harm her… at least it won’t kill her.”
“Regardless, she is part of the Netherworld, whether she acknowledges it or not.”
“But there are numerous latent dangers in the Misty Sea besides the Holy Spirit.”
“Additionally, the current situation is growing chaotic, with many forces stirring in the shadows.”
“Yu Chan may indeed have encountered some kind of danger; perhaps she has left the Holy Spirit’s side… and once she leaves the Holy Spirit, she will find that in the treacherous and perilous Misty Sea, there are many potential sources of danger.”