The snake hissed coldly, and suddenly opened its giant, bloody mouth, spitting out orbs of light towards Li Muyang.
The orbs of light floated swiftly towards him, but bore no lethal force; instead, they hovered in front of Li Muyang.
Forty-seven orbs in total, each containing a stone statue of Little Wild Grass.
Seeing these statues, Li Muyang was stunned.
His surprised and shocked gaze fell on the venomous snake monster before him, as if looking at a lunatic.
—Is this creature Zhi Wei’s enemy?
But does it want to help Li Muyang bring Zhi Wei back to life, only to kill her with its own hands afterward?
Li Muyang was dumbfounded.
What sort of bizarre creature is this? Isn’t avenging personal killings what counts as vengeance?
Moreover, this creature has indeed collected so many of Zhi Wei’s statues… Damn, I’ve been collecting for so long, yet I don’t have as many as you!
The monstrous snake spoke coldly, “Don’t look at me with that expression, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
“If you were me, you would hate me even more.”
“What Jiang Zhiwei has done to me and my kin, merely letting her die is not enough to settle the score.”
“I must kill her myself! Let her die amidst despair and regret!”
Saying this, the snake’s cold, narrow eyes fixed intently on Li Muyang, revealing a ferocious smile.
“Of course, before I completely kill her, I will kill you in front of her first.”
“I want her to feel the greatest despair and pain in the world, to watch helplessly as her beloved brother dies right before her eyes, and then to slay her amidst her despair and regret!”
The snake roared with laughter, seemingly envisioning that thrilling scene.
Its hissing was very harsh: “These statues were all collected by me, Jiang Xiaoyu. Go bring your sister back to life.”
“I look forward to the day I meet her again!”
The snake writhed with excitement and madness.
Such malicious intent made Li Muyang’s face change slightly, even making him involuntarily step back several steps.
Such strong malevolence… this snake must also be a top-tier existence from ancient times.
What exactly did Zhi Wei do to offend it?
So powerful, yet so insane… Damn, Zhi Wei hasn’t even been revived yet, and she has already gained such a formidable enemy in advance?
A sense of pressure immediately grew in Li Muyang’s heart.
But at this moment, he couldn’t confront the snake.
—Firstly, because he couldn’t defeat it, and secondly, he still needed this snake to help him find Yu Chan.
Squinting his eyes at the frenzied snake, he waited for the creature’s excitement to subside slightly before Li Muyang spoke.
“I need to enter that Qiankun Pot you mentioned, to find that Ghost God of the Netherworld!”
Li Muyang was firm.
Yet the snake fixed its gaze on him, saying, “It’s extremely perilous inside. With your current frail power, entering it would surely lead to death.”
“A Purple Mansion Realm trying to enter the Qiankun Pot? Quickly take Jiang Zhiwei’s statues and get lost!”
“Go gather Jiang Zhiwei’s statues and resurrect her—that’s what you should be doing.”
“Do you want to die in there?!”
The snake was utterly disgusted, eager to send Li Muyang away.
Li Muyang’s eyes shifted as he said, “One key to resurrecting Zhi Wei lies with the Ghost Moon Fox. I must enter the Qiankun Pot to find the inheritor of the Ghost Moon Fox!”
“Moreover, this physical body is not my original form. Even if I die inside, it won’t matter.”
Li Muyang spoke with an indifferent tone.
The venomous snake stared intently at Li Muyang, as if judging whether his words were true or false.
After a long moment, it slowly turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
This silent concession clearly indicated it was no longer blocking Li Muyang’s path.
Li Muyang stood still for quite a while, and seeing that the venomous snake did not reappear, he then stepped into the Divine Temple.
Inside the empty Divine Temple, everything seemed to be maintained as it was ten thousand years ago.
The towering divine throne, the shrines for worship, a huge cauldron inscribed with numerous scriptures, and a vast wall covered densely with perhaps over a million decree plaques… Even some of the Magical Treasures and Divine Artifacts within the temple were kept in their original arrangements without any alterations.
The bizarre and deranged venomous snake hadn’t touched anything inside the Divine Temple.
Soon, Li Muyang found the so-called Qiankun Pot among these relics of ancient Magical Treasures and Divine Artifacts.
It was a colossal bronze giant standing in the rear hall, a huge bronze pot a hundred zhang tall, engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, beasts, as well as faces twisted in ferocious agony…
The Qiankun Pot, one of the Divine Artifacts of the Southern Pillar God, Lord of Malevolent Spirits.
However, this artifact was not known for its power because it is a prison, designed to confine and punish the Evil Spirits and Devils suppressed by the Southern Divine Temple.
Once inside the Qiankun Pot, one would endure all sorts of worldly punishments, unable to live nor to die.
In ancient times, the most arrogant and insolent devils would tremble at the mention of the Southern Divine Temple’s Qiankun Pot.
This treasure is notorious, why would Yu Chan seek refuge in such a perilous place?
Li Muyang took a deep breath and leapt directly into the Qiankun Pot.
A tremendous suction force arose from the Qiankun Pot, making Li Muyang feel as if the world was spinning around him, surrounded by endless wails and despair.
The incessant piercing cries and endless aura of despair made even Li Muyang, an Ascendant with a steadfast Divine Soul, feel extremely uncomfortable at this moment.
When he set foot on the ground and opened his eyes, Li Muyang saw a blood-red sky and blood-red land.
And amidst this blood-red world, demons and ghost monsters were continuously howling.
One after another, these woefully howling devils were tormented by an invisible force.
Either being smashed into pulp by a huge iron hammer from above and then resurrected…
Or having their limbs and torso slowly sawn apart by sharp saws, screaming out while bleeding out before being thrown into a cauldron of oil…
The myriad unsettling punishments were continuously carried out inside the Qiankun Pot.
Little goblin-like creatures with sharp teeth eagerly tore apart these punished devils, dragging them to new execution grounds.
And the devils inside the Qiankun Pot seemed to possess undying bodies; no matter how they were killed or crushed, they would quickly come back to life, only to be dragged by the goblins to the next execution ground for more torture…
“… This is literally hell.”
Li Muyang watched the horrific scene before him, feeling his scalp go numb.
After the great catastrophe ten thousand years ago, the Divine Spirits of the Southern Divine Temple all perished, yet the devils and evil spirits that were suppressed inside the Qiankun Pot were still alive, enduring endless brutal punishments and deaths day after day.
This Qiankun Pot is truly terrifying.
Li Muyang once again unfolded the Yin Life Book, attempting to find Yu Chan’s whereabouts in this dreadful hell.
But as soon as the light of the Yin Life Book was released, those ferocious and terrifying little goblins surged over incessantly.
Upon his first entry into the Qiankun Pot, Li Muyang was immediately attacked by the goblins.