The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

Amidst the swirling mist of a netherworld sea of ​​blood, Fengdu City loomed like a dormant, ancient beast, its nine bronze towers piercing the treacherous sky. Gilded chains descended from the depths of chaos, entwining a plaque inscribed with "Senluo Wanxiang," gleaming a cold azure light under the infernal flames.

This royal city, built of Netherworld black iron, has the lingering echo of the soul-devouring curse in every brick seam. The winding river of blood under the city wall is the blood of heaven that solidified during the battle between gods and demons thousands of years ago. The dark purple power of the Netherworld pulsates in the cracks like blood vessels, telling of the resentment of countless wronged souls carried by this land.

Protected by the barrier formed by Emperor Jingchen's righteous Tiangang energy, the demons lurking in the rifts of the Yin Meridians along the way dared not move. The chariot rolled over the Huangquan brick road inscribed with incantations for the afterlife. The runes glowed a dark red beneath the wheels, and ancient prophecies echoed in the void with the vibrations.

Every step the Netherworld Bone Horse took left a fleeting ice-blue hoof print on the ground, which was the trace of the collision between the holy power of heaven and the yin energy of the underworld.

As the carriage entered the heart of the city, the outline of Yama's Hall loomed in the netherworld flames. Taotie patterns carved into the eaves exhaled netherworld energy, and within the star-shaped cracks etched into the columns, dark purple netherworld power pulsed through the cracks like blood vessels.

The erosion of time has not erased its solemnity, but instead endowed it with a sense of intimidation that comes from a weathered experience. The bronze animal heads in front of the temple gate puff out black smoke, as if vigilantly watching every intruder.

As night fell, soul-guiding lanterns lit up one after another throughout the city. Crafted from the spirits of wronged souls, these lanterns flickered from the eaves, casting an eerie glow of phosphorescence, casting Ruan Xiaojiu's figure on the screen wall inscribed with the Law of the Underworld.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, the faintly visible fire pattern of the Nether Phoenix on her neck echoed the ancient totem on the mural. An invisible pressure emanated from her body, causing the surrounding ghosts to unconsciously bow their heads and avoid her.

The moment she stepped through the palace gates, Ruan Xiaojiu's spectral senses suddenly alerted her. This palace, which had nurtured her upbringing, was now filled with the uniquely decayed aura of the "Underworld Soul Locking Technique." The black frost condensing between the floor tiles was the unmistakable mark left by the assassins of the Moying Mansion; tiny runes floating in the air formed the prototype of some kind of confinement formation. Moonlight filtered through the window lattices inscribed with the "Reincarnation Sutra," piecing together fragmented constellations on the ground, foreshadowing the impending doom.

"Your Highness!" A'Yao's voice, with the distinctive tremor of the Nine-Turn Soul-Resurrection Bell, echoed from the shadows. This maid, who practiced the "Netherworld Butterfly Guardian Technique," had a butterfly-shaped birthmark at the corner of her eye that shimmered in the dark light, as if ready to transform into a fluttering butterfly at any moment.

The soul-calming handkerchief tied around her waist was made from the "Nether Phoenix Feather" that Ruan Xiaojiu personally gave her. It was now slightly warm, and it was excited to sense the return of its owner.

When Gui Xiao'e appeared, she was surrounded by a black mist condensed from the "Blood Demonic Art". The "Yellow Spring Poison" painted on her nails glowed a strange blue, and with every step she took, spider-web-like cracks corroded the ground. "The Ghost King's Palace has already set up the "Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Heart Formation," she said, pulling her mouth to reveal her teeth inlaid with "Soul Locking Nails," with a glint of resentment in her eyes. "Do you think that with Di Jingchen's Tiangang Righteousness, you can break Lord Mo Ying's "Nine Nether Dragon Trap"? "

As Ghost Xiao'e formed the "Blood Moon Seal," twenty-eight Ghost Shamen, clad in "Soul-Snatching Armor," emerged from the rifts in the Yin Meridians. These Netherworld Guardians, transformed into "Evil Bodies," had their skin a strange bluish-black hue. Black mist emanated from their wounds, which healed in an instant.

The soul-chasing ropes in their hands were tempered with the "Three Ways Poison", and the soul-calming bells on the chains played the "Soul-Captivating Demonic Sound". The sound waves caused blood-red ripples on the "Map of the Styx" in the hall, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

At the critical moment, the "Phoenix Totem" atop the hall suddenly erupted in a cyan glow. A shadowy figure, brimming with the might of Heaven, passed by, disintegrating the demonic forms of the demonic demons beneath the radiance of the "Heavenly River Purification Technique." The lingering "star power" of this force was precisely the "Girl Protection Spell" that Hades had forged with his own life essence. A faint glimpse of Hades's hazy features could be seen in the light, a mixture of reluctance and relief. However, as his strength drained, he vanished behind the white gate, leaving behind only Ruan Xiaojiu's furious yet determined gaze.

Ghost Xiao'e screamed agonizingly under the scorching heat of the "Nether Phoenix Burning Heaven Art." The "Blood Evil Banner" she attempted to summon exploded upon contact with the "Nether Fire" surrounding Ruan Xiaojiu. As her last wisp of spirit faded, she roared and unleashed the "Nine Nether Death Curse." The bloody mist created by the curse was completely consumed by the "Nether Phoenix Seal" that illuminated between Ruan Xiaojiu's brows. Her body twisted in agony, the resentment in her eyes gradually giving way to fear, until finally, she transformed into a gust of chilling wind and dissipated into the night.

Silence returned to the hall, only the black frost seeping from the cracks in the floor tiles silently telling of the tragedy that had just occurred. Ruan Xiaojiu stroked the mottled "Nether Markings" on the wall. These runes, drawn with the essence and blood of generations of Hades, glowed faintly in her palm—a sign of the awakening of the Nether Phoenix bloodline, and a silent declaration of her sovereignty over the entire underworld.

She turned and looked at A Yao, her eyes filled with determination and tenderness: "Let's go, we must take this place back eventually." A Yao nodded firmly and followed her. Every step he took seemed to be declaring war on the darkness.