Black waves surged, sweeping toward the three Mansion Spirits trapped in the net of emotion.
The waves rose high, carrying the heavy breaths of the sleeping souls deep within the River of the Underworld.
The pupils of the three Mansion Spirits constricted simultaneously.
They felt the summons from the depths of the River of the Underworld. Their bodies instinctively resisted, but with the net of emotion and the moonlight still binding them, their struggles were weak and futile.
The moment the black waves crashed down, the entire space suddenly shook violently once more.
The boat beneath Chen Zhou's feet rocked violently, and massive waves surged across the surface of the River of the Underworld. The black waves froze midair before scattering with a loud splash, turning into a downpour of black droplets that fell back into the river.
The entire fragmented space felt as if it were being gripped and shaken violently by some giant hand.
The ground cracked, and the boundary walls of the fragment shattered and peeled away like glass, revealing a wider, emptier dark void behind them.
An incredibly dense aura of grief surged from the depths of the space.
Even Chen Zhou felt an inexplicable wave of sadness.
Fortunately, he was an evil spirit, and emotions were not something that should exist within an evil spirit's body. Chen Zhou easily suppressed this abnormal feeling.
Plague Rat, who was also an evil spirit, shook his head and quickly snapped out of it, his fur bristling.
“Holy crap, what kind of ghost thing is coming out now?”
Standing on the bank, Shen Liang's knees buckled. He fell to his knees with a thud, pressing his hands against the ground, his nails clawing into the gravel as his entire body trembled violently.
Taotie, who was closest to him, swayed as well. His massive body pitched forward, and he fell face-first near the edge of the floodwaters, his face turning pale rapidly.
Dou Mu Xie let out a long cry. The moonlight on his single horn flickered violently as the white contamination spread inch by inch toward the base. It was spreading so fast that even the emotional barrier Hong Xiu had set up could not block it.
Chen Zhou's expression changed.
Making a swift decision, he waved his hand, instantly expanding his Ghost Domain and swallowing Dou Mu Xie whole.
Immediately after, he grabbed Shen Liang and Taotie by their collars and dragged them back dozens of feet.
Hong Xiu reacted just as quickly, splitting a strand of crimson thread from her net of emotion to wrap around the two of them.
With a thought from Chen Zhou, two pitch-black Seeds of Resentment shot into their foreheads simultaneously.
The hatred from the Seeds of Resentment and the pain from the net of emotion clashed head-on with the surging grief.
Taotie gritted his teeth until they clicked, the veins on his thick neck bulging. Sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and cheeks.
Shen Liang curled into a ball, holding his head tightly in his hands. His nails dug into his scalp as low growls leaked through his gritted teeth.
They had barely managed to stabilize.
Only then did Chen Zhou raise his head to look in the direction from which the aura of grief was surging.
Bi Yue Wu's body was expanding rapidly.
White slime poured from his body, bloating and distorting his entire form. His limbs were stretched to their limits, and his bones let out sharp, cracking sounds.
Bi Yue Wu soon exploded, and the slime gathered into a massive lump of white flesh. The surface of the flesh squirmed violently, and within a few breaths, it contracted and condensed into a figure.
He wore a white robe, had no face, and possessed a slender build.
His entire body looked as if it were cast from white wax, smooth and glossy, without a single line or texture.
Where his facial features should have been, there were only a few extremely shallow indented outlines, with a thin slit where his lips should be.
He floated in midair, and the aura of grief around him had reached its absolute peak, so dense that even the air carried a salty, fishy, and astringent smell.
It was as if tens of thousands of people were wailing in grief at the exact same moment.
Standing at the bow of the boat, Chen Zhou's fingers tightened slightly around the railing.
He could sense the other party's status.
He was incredibly strong. The difference in their status was night and day compared to the three Mansion Spirits—like a river facing an ocean, they were not even on the same dimension.
He was not even inferior to Chen Zhou.
“Are you the Fate Officer?” Chen Zhou asked cautiously.
The white, faceless man parted the slit at his lips, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, and chuckled softly.
“Smart.”
“You guessed correctly.”
“I assume you are the ally Xuan Cai brought in from the outer province? The one trying to ruin Bai Xing's plans?”
He tilted his head slightly, his faceless head turning toward Chen Zhou as the slit of his mouth stretched even wider.
“With just you?”
Before his voice could fade, the white figure vanished.
He was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage. In the next instant, under Wei Tu Zhi's terrified gaze, that smooth, white-wax hand was already pressed against Kui Mu Lang's head.
Dazedness and weakness from having his emotions stripped by the net of emotion still lingered in Kui Mu Lang's eyes. Before he could react, the Fate Officer's hand clenched shut.
With a soft pop, Kui Mu Lang's head was crushed, and white slime splattered in all directions, spraying out from between the fingers.
The Fate Officer flipped his palm, and the splattered white slime flowed back into his hand as if pulled by an invisible force, merging into his smooth, white-wax skin.
The slit of the Fate Officer's mouth stretched open a bit wider.
“Tears of Heavenly Weeping.”
“I shall let you taste them as well.”
The moment his words fell, the aura of grief skyrocketed. Thick white mist erupted from his body, and a pattering white rain began to fall from the sky.
The white mist drifted, and as the droplets touched the quiet ground, it instantly began to squirm.
Gravel, sand, and ruins were quickly coated in a layer of white slime by the rain.
The slime churned, giving rise to countless pale humanoid figures. They were completely white with blurry faces, their mouths wide open in silent wails as two streaks of murky white fluid ran down from their eye sockets.
Chen Zhou immediately channeled his Ghost Domain. Black mist spread from his body, covering an area of dozens of feet around him.
He shielded Hong Xiu, Shen Liang, Taotie, and Plague Rat within it.
Then, with a wave of his hand, thousands of Bone Ghost Servants emerged from the void. They lined up at the edge of the Ghost Domain, gray death qi wrapping around their skeletal frames to form layer upon layer of defense.
However, the rain was highly infectious. Even though Chen Zhou possessed a new godhead and no longer relied on the inner godhead contaminated by the Heavenly Tribulation, it was still difficult to resist this white pollution.
The death qi on the surface of the ghost servants' skeletal frames was rapidly eroded and dissolved by the white slime. One skeleton after another dissolved into white slime amidst the surging wave of weeping puppets.
Hong Xiu panted slightly. Maintaining the emotional stability of her two useless colleagues was a significant drain on her.
However, as a malevolent ghost whose true cultivation could reach the Void-Returning stage, she could see that there was something deeply wrong with the person before them.
Leaning closer to Chen Zhou, Hong Xiu whispered, “Young Palace Master, this person has a strength close to the ninth-stage at least. He is not to be trifled with.”
Chen Zhou's heart jolted. Close to the ninth-stage?
Under the influence of Wu Gou's cultivation, the Seven Evils were all suppressed to the eighth-stage. Even with the temporary boost from his Faith Conferment, Chen Zhou himself could barely surpass the eighth-stage.
An opponent with power close to the ninth-stage would indeed make for a tough battle.
Plague Rat cursed under his breath and abruptly unleashed Great Plague Heaven. Dark green toxic mist swept toward the white weeping puppets, attempting to corrode and disperse them.
A white earthen arrow shot from the distance, darting through a gap between the weeping puppets and piercing toward Plague Rat's ribs.
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