Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Just then, a cracking sound came from the roof, and the Dharma Sect Elder was seen being thrown backward from within the halo, crashing onto the plaza outside the Xuan Pavilion. He tried to get up, struggling desperately for a long time before finally stumbling to his feet, but he lost his footing and fell back to the ground. The halo gathered and dissipated again, the scene giving the impression of someone vomiting something unclean.

The crowd rushed forward to help Elder Fazong up. Elder Fazong's face was deathly pale. He looked around at the people, coughed up blood, and then coughed twice: "This soul cannot be suppressed, cannot be suppressed, cough cough..."

Xiao Qingshuang, who was close to Song Lan, Shen Jinyan, and Bai Yueling, helped him up and asked, "What's going on inside? Could there be an even more terrifying being appearing in the place where the soul of the World Spirit King was suppressed?!"

Elder Zhang of the Dharma Sect opened his mouth, breathing desperately, but it seemed he couldn't breathe. Then his eyes bulged, his abdomen changed, and he cried out in agony, "Quick, quick, everyone, let's get out of this dangerous place now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a joyful thunderclap rang out in the air above the mountain gate, followed by the melodious sounds of gongs and Buddhist horns. From afar, it seemed as if a group of people were carrying a magnificent and exquisite sedan chair toward them.

In front of the crowd, a group of girls scattered yellow sand on the ground and laid out a red carpet, while another group of girls scattered flowers along the way.

The leading man was a monk, wearing a Xuanzong or Tantric Buddhist robe and holding a golden dragon-patterned "Xuan" plaque, acting as if he were in an empty place.

The golden dragon-patterned Xuan token is an agreement between the Golden Dragon Clan and the Xuan Sect. With this token, all sects of the Xuan Sect in the world must allow passage and must not obstruct it.

These people, banging drums and gongs, arrived at the front of the Bell Tower and Xuan Pavilion as if no one else was around.

Standing in front of the Xuan Pavilion, two rows of beautiful young women with white veils and hanging fans walked out from the group and stood on either side.

Then two more women dressed in the Ao Dai of Southern Vietnam, with white veils covering their faces, appeared. The girl on the left held a "Nan Zun" prohibition plaque, and the girl on the right held a "Xin Shi" prohibition plaque. Their faces were not visible.

These people arrived very quickly, and before anyone could react, they had already set up a battle formation.

"The Southern Zun Xin Clan!? What are they doing here?"

The leading monk stepped forward, but everyone was concerned about Elder Fazong, and for a moment no one was there to receive him.

The monk's black token shone brightly, and a cloud of mist swirled around him. A sixth-grade white lotus emerged from the mist, and the magnificent sedan chair suddenly flashed, as if it had become transparent in an instant. A man with a fleshy topknot appeared in the middle of the sedan chair, radiating golden light.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared outside the Xuan Pavilion, supported by a sixth-grade white lotus below, and leisurely surveyed the scene before him.

The monk holding the Xuan-style plaque immediately proclaimed loudly, "The Immovable King of the Xuan-Yue Sect of the Southern Yue Kingdom—Nan Zun Xin Yi—holds the Xuan-Yue Sect plaque and pays homage to the mountain!"

The man with the fleshy protuberance spoke at the same time as the monk uttered the last two words, "pay homage to the mountain." The two of them drew out their words extremely long and heavy, and then added spiritual power, which shocked everyone present.

Inside the Xuan Pavilion, the light and darkness suddenly shifted, and for a moment it became transparent, revealing only Situ Jiuxiao, while the rest were blurry and indistinct.

"The Immovable King is here at the Xuanhuo Sect. Situ Jiuxiao is unable to receive guests due to other matters. Please forgive him!"

The voice contained the blessing of the Xuanhuang realm, which temporarily neutralized Nan Zun Xin Yi's aura.

Nan Zun Xin Yi clasped his hands together, his tone becoming friendly and polite: "The Xuan Huo Sect is experiencing the strange phenomenon of earth fire burning the sky. In addition, I sense that the soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King is not being suppressed. I, Xin Yi, have come to help. Xuan Huo Xuan Yue, without form or calamity, suppresses the soul and questions the soul, returning to the void of silence."

At this moment, the figure lying within the magic array in front of Situ Jiuxiao suddenly stirred slightly; it was Ye Yunjian. Upon seeing Ye Yunjian, Bai Yueling immediately called out, "Fourth Senior Brother!"

Xiao Qingshuang and Song Lan were also startled and cried out, "Master, Third Senior Brother—"

Situ Jiuxiao's lips twitched slightly: "Shuang'er, don't be impatient! Your master will summon you in a moment!"

Turning to Nan Zun Xin Yi, he spoke in a rather polite tone: "The Immovable King is a guest master specially invited by my Xuanzong. It is best that he has come to help us this time—but we must wait until my Xuange Soul-Suppressing Technique is over. My King, please have mercy."

This Nan Zun Xin Yi, entrusted by the King of Nan Yue, sent the prince to the Xuan Huo Sect for cultivation, and thus he resided outside this mountain.

He was originally only good at metaphysics, but he had a strong comprehension and extensive connections. After the Prince of Nan Yue returned to his country and ascended the throne, he did not follow him back. Instead, he found a place outside the Xuanhuo Sect and established his own sect, the "Xuanyue Sect".

However, he was naturally good at socializing, and although he founded his own sect, he maintained a good relationship with Situ Jiuxiao.

Five hundred years ago, the Xuanjian Emperor fought a peerless battle against the World-Destroying Spirit King. He participated extensively and made great contributions. As a result, he was jointly recommended by the Xuanzong as the "Southern Venerable". He held the Xuanping Forbidden Token and had a high status and prestige that was almost on par with Situ Jiuxiao.

Nan Zun Xin Yi's figure flashed, his face radiant, and the sixth-grade white lotus emitted light. He then said, "Sect Master Situ, the strange phenomena of the World-Destroying Spirit King are frequently appearing, and all sects of Xuanzong are terrified. If his soul is disturbed and his true body is triggered to invade again, it will not be a blessing for our Xuan Sect."

Situ Jiuxiao's surroundings suddenly darkened, and then a voice rang out: "Thank you for your concern, Prince Ming. Now that you know the Soul Suppression and Soul Inquiry are about to begin, please be patient!"

The Mysterious Pavilion once again materialized, surrounded by a magical array, making the scene inside completely invisible.

"Suppress the soul! Ask the soul!" Nan Zunxin looked at the monk holding the plaque in front of him, his eyes revealing a mysterious and fiery gaze. Instantly, the monk holding the plaque merged with him, and the monk was actually the Dharma body transformed from his own body.

Just then, Xiao Qingshuang exclaimed in alarm, "Elder Fazong, something bad has happened!"

Elder Fazong suddenly gasped for breath and exclaimed, "Something terrible has happened inside! Quickly..."

As soon as he spoke, blood suddenly dripped from his pupils, followed by black blood flowing from his ears, nose, and mouth.

Xiao Qingshuang put down the Dharma Sect elder and asked Song Lan to take care of him. She drew her Qingshuang sword from her waist, leaped up, and flew to the rooftop entrance. She chanted an incantation, and the Xuanhuo pattern between her brows ignited. She shouted sharply, "Xuan Pavilion, open!"

Suddenly, a purple light appeared in the center, instantly sucking Xiao Qingshuang into it. Once inside the Xuan Pavilion, the roof closed again, preventing the other disciples outside from entering to rescue her.

Shen Jinyan stood in front of the pavilion, blocking the others, and said, "Since everyone's cultivation level is below the Profound King Realm, they cannot enter the Profound Pavilion. They can only wait and see!"

Bai Yueling helped the Dharma Sect elder up, and together with Song Lan, they pressed on his meridians: "His soul is injured. It seems that the soul suppression failed and he suffered a backlash."

As soon as Xiao Qingshuang entered the Xuan Pavilion, she felt oppressed by an indescribable dark object in front of her.

This object resembled both solid and liquid, like a human soul, yet it possessed a frenzied and eerie quality, radiating an indescribable energy that even she, with her Xuanwang realm cultivation, found somewhat unbearable. The Xuan Pavilion ran east-west, approximately nine zhang long and five zhang wide, symbolizing the auspiciousness of the Nine-Five principle. Banners and talismans adorned the four sides, with a central array suppressing a cluster of eerie light within this dark object—the human soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King.