After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

The blood streaked across the sky, leaving a trail, and suddenly pursued.

At the same time, Qin Chuan raised his right hand and grabbed at the air, the demonic spear roaring with excitement.

It appeared suddenly!

Black mist churned all around, revealing grotesque faces within.

Strangely, these ferocious, roaring faces softened upon seeing Qin Chuan.

They all shuddered and suddenly fell silent.

Qin Chuan held the gun and hurled it into the distance; the demonic gun whistled as it flew away.

At this moment, the hideous faces within the mist surrounding the demonic spear resumed their roaring and howling.

It hurtled straight toward the cultivator who had borrowed a soul's life force and was fleeing at full speed, closing in with a whooshing sound.

After doing all this, the old man, who was at the eighth level of the Xuanzong realm, had already plunged most of his body into the crevice.

Even the cracks are healing rapidly.

Qin Chuan raised his right hand and flicked it, and instantly a beam of emerald green light appeared.

Qin Chuan held a fishing rod that looked quite ordinary in his hand.

The moment Qin Chuan grasped the fishing rod, his entire demeanor changed.

It seemed to become somewhat blurred, as if the body and nothingness were about to merge together.

There was also a chill that made Yuwen Qing feel as if he were seeing some kind of inescapable natural enemy.

Or rather, this is not a natural enemy, but a form of suppression.

A powerful being that seemed to be above his level of existence, capable of plundering at will.

The feeling was indescribable; Yuwen Qing's breathing became rapid and his body trembled.

He suddenly realized that his fear at this moment was much stronger than before.

In fact, it's not just him who feels this way.

At this moment, the two elders at the fifth level of the Xuanzong realm were fleeing.

They were all trembling violently as they fled.

An aura of pressure, as if emanating from a superior, instantly enveloped their minds.

Their bodies trembled, their souls shook, their karma...was being revealed!

"What's this…"

The most terrified were the cultivators at the eighth level of the Xuanzong realm, whose entire bodies had now stepped into the crack.

He had clearly entered the rift, and Qin Chuan, who appeared to him like a nightmare, was clearly not in the same world.

But the trembling of that soul was extremely intense.

It was as if I were in an irresistible icy cave, with the extremely cold wind blowing all over my body.

Qin Chuan remained calm the moment he gripped the fishing rod.

Before his eyes, the world changed; it lost its color.

But the colors were displayed very strongly above everyone's heads.

Qin Chuan looked at Yuwen Qing, and above Yuwen Qing's head were various colorful silk threads.

These threads are intertwined and tangled together.

One of them, radiating a striking crimson light, was extremely thick.

It clearly exceeded all other threads.

At this moment, Yuwen Qing's body was trembling violently.

Qin Chuan's gaze, in his perception, was thousands of times more terrifying than before.

The initial glances were merely a deterrent.

This time, however, Yuwen Qing felt a chill run down his spine.

It felt as if my entire life, all my secrets, were laid bare before the other person's eyes.

He could die instantly with just a thought from the other party.

Moreover, this kind of death does not seem to be death in the ordinary sense, but rather an indescribable fear.

It seems... that death is inherently terrifying.

But to die at the hands of the other party is a tragedy that is countless times more terrifying than death itself.

When Qin Chuan looked at the other two cultivators at the fifth level of the Xuanzong realm, they immediately had the same feeling as Yuwen Qing.

Above their heads, Qin Chuan saw that there were also many colorful silk threads.

Furthermore, the thick, crimson silk threads also existed.

The thick silk thread made Qin Chuan's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly.

"These are the lines of cause and effect..."

As Qin Chuan murmured to himself, he looked up at the spot where the crack was disappearing.

His gaze was fixed on that moment.

It was as if I had pierced through the sky and seen an old man trembling in the void.

This person has even more silk threads on the top of their head.

"Unfortunately, my understanding of cause and effect is not enough to sever the causal threads like Ji Shi's."

but…"

Qin Chuan shook his head, then his eyes immediately sharpened.

He raised his right hand and swung the emerald green fishing rod forward with a sudden flick.

In an instant, the fishing line flew out.

It had no speed; instead, it spread directly into the void and appeared beside the trembling old man.

This old man, who was at the eighth level of the Xuanzong realm, seemed to have sensed something extremely terrifying.

It emitted a shrill scream that outsiders couldn't hear, but Qin Chuan could feel.

Qin Chuan watched as the fishing line became entangled around the old man's body, and then he pulled him back.

Instantly, a wisp of soul was drawn from the old man.

As the soul departed, the old man's soul withered instantly, and his body turned pale in a flash.

气绝身亡！

And this wisp of soul, with the return of the fishing line, appeared before Qin Chuan in an instant.

Qin Chuan raised his left hand and gently squeezed it.

Soul fly away!

In that instant when his soul dissipated, Qin Chuan's mind went blank.

He vaguely felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of cause and effect.

But the exact location was not specified.

This scene, as seen by Yuwen Qing, manifested as his shrill screams and extreme fear.

This caused the other two elders, both at the fifth level of the Xuanzong realm, to tremble and flee in a frenzy.

But then, one of them was instantly overtaken by that drop of blood.

The blood pierced through the point of contact and exploded with a bang.

Along with it, the person's body also collapsed.

As for the other person, although he was fast, he was no match for the Demon Spear.

As the demonic spear hurtled towards them, it pierced through them in an instant.

The black mist enveloped the man, and countless faces, filled with excitement, lunged at him menacingly.

Amidst the screams, everything vanished, leaving not even a bone fragment.

It's a long story, but in reality, it all started when the three men began their escape and ended with their deaths.

The whole process took only a few breaths.

Qin Chuan put away his fishing rod and turned to look at Yuwen Qing.

Upon being swept by Qin Chuan's gaze, Yuwen Qing immediately trembled and retreated continuously.

Inside his sedan chair, he immediately moved to the very back.

"A cultivation level of the second stage of the Profound Realm, what a pity..."

Qin Chuan spoke calmly; this was the weakest Xuanzong level two cultivator he had ever seen.

"Tell me, who is your father?"

Qin Chuan remained calm; he was long past the age of impulsiveness.

It was obvious that this person must be of extraordinary status to have so many guards.

Moreover, the red threads above these people's heads also reveal a lot.

Moreover, this person had previously mentioned that his father had praised the formation of that old man at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuanzong realm.

Although the words were unintentional and spoken in a moment of arrogance, given Qin Chuan's intelligence...

With so many clues, how could one not see the signs?

Yuwen Qing was taken aback.

Qin Chuan's question was exactly what he was about to shout, trying to intimidate Qin Chuan.

Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan took the initiative to ask the question.

"I…"

Yuwen Qing trembled, feeling somewhat uneasy, but still roared loudly.