The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

Amidst the swirling mist of the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, the massive bronze tower of Fengdu City loomed. Nine gilded chains descended from the heavens, the locked plaque reading "Senluo Palace" shimmering faintly in the netherworld fire. Every brick of this royal city, forged from the Black Iron of the Yellow Springs, bore the lingering echo of the Soul-Devouring Curse. Runes swirled, faint cracks visible from the war between gods and demons millennia ago. Dark purple netherworld energy pulsed through these cracks like veins, revealing the resentment of countless wronged souls borne upon this land.

Ruan Siqi's hand, clutching the evil-suppressing jade pendant, trembled slightly. The cinnabar runes on the instrument's surface resonated violently with the surrounding yin energy. The runes flickered, as if ready to be swallowed by the dense netherworld energy at any moment.

The peach wood sword on Xiao Zeming's waist made a humming sound. This was a magic weapon he had refined using the secret formation of Longhu Mountain. At this moment, frost flowers were condensed on the sword body - the evil energy in this place had reached the level of turning emptiness into reality.

Frost flowers spread along the hilt of the sword, and tiny ice crystals formed at the base of his palm where he held the sword. The coldness ran straight through his meridians and into his heart.

Emperor Jingchen waved his broad sleeves lightly, and a chariot, pulled by dark bone horses, emerged from thin air. The exterior of the carriage was engraved with the ancient witch tribe's protective spells, and those words seemed to move across the walls like living things, emitting a soft green light.

The interior of the car was covered with Lihuo brocade, which could block out negative energy. The Vermillion Bird totem embroidered on the brocade was faintly visible in the dim light, and strands of warmth seeped out of it.

This was a magical instrument he had crafted using a mixture of Tianhe Star Sand and Penglai Immortal Wood. Every inch of its material imbued it with the sacred power of the heavens. "Get in," he said in a deep voice. The righteous energy of the Heavenly Gang surrounding him transformed into a barrier, repelling the wandering ghosts three feet. The repelled spirits screamed in despair, their sharp claws scratching at the invisible barrier, leaving black marks in their wake.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs inscribed with the Mantra of Rebirth, creating a clanging sound like metal clashing against stone. The mantra glowed a dim red beneath the wheels, as if warning any intruders. Ruan Xiaojiu's fingertips traced the black iron dragon pattern on the car window, and a frown suddenly formed. Of the souls floating outside the car, a third bore the inscription of the Ghost Sha's unique "Soul-Catching Order."

These demonic spirits, supposedly belonging to the Netherworld Guard, were now shrouded in a bloody aura, clearly having been transformed through forbidden techniques. Their eyes were hollow and violent, and the yin energy emanating from them was as thick as ink, leaving black, corrosive marks wherever they passed.

"Be careful!" Di Jingchen suddenly grabbed Ruan Xiaojiu's waist and burst out of the carriage like a stream of light. Over twenty Ghost Demons emerged from the rifts in the Yin Meridian. Their Soul-Chasing Ropes were imbued with Yellow Springs Poison, and the Soul-Calming Bells attached to their chains emitted soul-sucking sound waves.

As the sound waves vibrated, the surrounding air distorted and fine cracks appeared on the stone slabs on the ground. These ghosts practiced the magic of the "Twelve Evils of the Netherworld", and their bodies had long been refined into evil bodies, making ordinary attacks unable to damage their essence.

Their skin took on a strange blue-black color, black mist gushed out of their wounds, and they healed in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Jingchen activated the Zhou Tian Xing Chen Jue, and seventy-two celestial sword energies flew out from his sleeves. Each sword energy was wrapped in the power of the Tianhe source, and the dazzling light illuminated the darkness of the underworld.

The sword energy collided with Guisha's evil body, erupting in a dazzling light and a deafening roar. However, these evil spirits, refined into puppets, were able to reassemble their bodies. It wasn't until he summoned his life-defining magic weapon, the "Nine Heavens Thunder Seal," and summoned heavenly thunder to shatter their spirits that the air was filled with the smell of burnt sulfur.

When the thunder fell, the entire Fengdu City was shaken. Purple lightning streaked across the dark sky, making the figures of the ghosts appear distorted and hideous.

"Her Royal Highness has returned!" Someone shouted, and the words spread like a wave throughout Nether Street. The onlookers were agitated, and many old ghosts recognized the faint mark of "Nether Phoenix Bloodline" on Ruan Xiaojiu's neck—the Netherworld Fire Mark, unique to the direct descendants of Hades.

Fire patterns danced beneath her skin, emitting a faint purple glow that echoed with the surrounding dark energy. Murmurs rose from the crowd, a mixture of awe, doubt, and hidden malice.

A black-robed ghost official approached, stepping over the debris of demonic demons. The judge's pen at his waist bore the insignia of the "Moying Mansion," the assassination agency directly under the Ghost King. This individual had reached the seventh level of the "Underworld Soul-Locking Technique," and the yin energy surrounding him condensed into a solid black mist, from which the faint cries of wronged souls could be heard.

He was clearly one of Mo Ying's four ghost messengers. With every step he took, a layer of frost formed on the stone slabs beneath his feet, the temperature in the air plummeted, and the surrounding ghosts all gave way.

“Your Highness, do you know that according to the Law of the Underworld, anyone who trespasses into the forbidden land of the Netherworld shall be punished…” Before the ghost official could finish his words, Di Jingchen had already summoned the “Tian Gang Righteous Shield”, and the golden light dispelled all the negative energy around him. The runes on the shield shone with a sacred light, and collided violently with the black mist of the ghost official, making a crackling sound. “Tell Mo Ying,” The star power around the God surged, and the “Tianhe Barrier” unfolded with a bang. The brilliant starlight enveloped the surroundings, forcing the darkness of the Netherworld back a little. “If you dare to touch the Netherworld bloodline, I will make him taste the torture of the eighteen levels of hell, and then use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to crush his soul!” When the barrier unfolded, space was distorted, and the buildings in the distance were looming in the starlight, as if being in another world.

Cold sweat broke out on the Ghost Official's forehead, an instinctive reaction to feeling the "Heavenly Dao's pressure." The Ghost Killers behind him, who hadn't yet escaped, were now scorched by the Heavenly Gang's righteous energy, screaming in agony. Di Jingchen was declaring to the entire underworld that anyone who dared to touch Ruan Xiaojiu would be an enemy of Heaven.

The ghost official's legs trembled slightly. He could clearly feel the powerful force from the heavens, as if it would crush him into dust at any moment. Under this pressure, he dared not neglect it any longer. After bowing, he hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.