329: Destroy Yin Bone

Deep within a mountain forest at this moment, Elder Yin Gu was proudly toying with the Bone Artifact in his hand.

Blood-colored Spiritual Light flickered across the pale white Bone Blade, and dense blood threads covered the entire blade body, making it look like a living creature.

Just half an hour ago, this valley was a haven for hundreds of beasts, but now, the ground only held a few pools of undried blood and scattered beast bones; not even a single tragic roar was left behind.

Elder Yin Gu raised his head, a few dark red blood droplets still clinging to his deeply furrowed face. Unfaded savagery surged in his cloudy eyes, yet a triumphant, sinister smile curled his lips.

“Although this is just the Essence Blood of stupid wild beasts, far less potent than the Heart Blood of a Cultivator, being trapped here for half a month means it's better than nothing.”

He stuck out his tongue and licked the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing wood:

“Once This Seat finds Daoist Ming Ya's Legacy and breaks through this Secret Realm's Restriction, I will definitely find some Golden Core Cultivators so you can feast well on their Cultivator Essence Blood!”

The Bone Blade seemed to understand his words; the Blood-colored Spiritual Light suddenly surged, casting an eerie red glow over half his face.

Elder Yin Gu weighed the Bone Blade with satisfaction and was about to get up and walk toward the deeper valley—the Yao Beast aura there was denser, enough to allow him to recover his strength further.

But the moment his knees bent slightly, the air around him suddenly solidified, as if it had been frozen.

The previously flowing mist froze mid-air, and even the falling dead leaves suspended before his eyes. The air seemed instantly compressed into hard Divine Iron, tightly wrapping his limbs and body.

The Blood-colored Spiritual Light of the Bone Blade in his hand dimmed at a visible speed, as if an invisible force had choked its neck, preventing even a trace of Spiritual Qi from leaking out.

“What's going on?!”

His heart sank. He tried to move his fingers to activate the Body-Protecting Talisman hidden in his sleeve, but his fingertips felt heavy as a thousand pounds; even a slight movement became a luxury.

Elder Yin Gu's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle tip, and his eyes erupted with light reflecting utter terror.

He could clearly feel his Nascent Soul frantically trembling within his Sea of Consciousness. That Power of the Nascent Soul, which could easily tear apart fellow Cultivators of the same stage, now seemed to have slammed into a wall of bronze and iron, unable to even stir up a single ripple!

What frightened him even more was that as soon as his Divine Sense extended out of his Sea of Consciousness, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, as if the entire world had been isolated, leaving only him and this suffocating restraint.

“Who?! Who is playing tricks?!”

Elder Yin Gu roared, his voice filled with panic. But just as his voice fell, the space ahead suddenly rippled gently, like a silk curtain being drawn open.

Three figures walked out of the ripples. The young man leading them was dressed in a moon-white long robe, with handsome features. Faint spatial fluctuations lingered around him, giving off an unreachable sense of oppression, even though he stood only a few steps away.

The two beside him consisted of one man with a muscular build and eyes sharp as an eagle's. The other was a woman wearing a light purple dress, with stunningly beautiful features and a steady, refined aura.

They were Situ Jun, Tu Xiong, and Luo Yu.

Situ Jun's gaze fell upon Elder Yin Gu, his eyes calm and waveless, yet carrying a hint of disgust.

“Elder Yin Gu of the Xuan Yin Sect.”

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly entered Elder Yin Gu's ears, carrying an undeniable tone of judgment:

“Murdering and craving blood, slaughtering the innocent, and furthermore, refining Spiritual Artifacts using the Essence Blood of living people... every single act is a monstrous sin.”

“You are not that Situ Jun... Who exactly are you?!”

His voice trembled, and an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Situ Jun did not answer his question. He simply raised his right hand, pointing his joined fingers like a sword, and lightly tapped towards Elder Yin Gu, who was restrained by Spatial Power. His tone was flat yet carried the force of thunder:

“Today is the day you die. Spatial Annihilation.”

Word is Law!

The moment the words fell, the space surrounding Elder Yin Gu, spanning about Ten Feet, suddenly twisted violently, collapsing frantically inward like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible hand.

The air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a harsh “zzz zzz” sound. A pitch-black vortex slowly formed over his chest. The spatial barrier at the edge of the vortex continuously trembled, emitting a heart-stopping devouring force.

The black vortex was reflected in Elder Yin Gu's pupils, and his face was etched with despair.

He wanted to roar, wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't muster a single trace of strength. He could only watch helplessly as his Physical Body was slowly swallowed by the vortex—first his fingers, then his arms. The sound of his bones shattering was masked by the noise of the Spatial Distortion, leaving him no time even to register pain.

As soon as his Nascent Soul rushed out of his Sea of Consciousness, it was firmly locked by the vortex's suction force and, along with the White Bone Spiritual Artifact stained with countless wronged souls, was swept into the darkness.

In just an instant, only emptiness remained where he stood; not even scattered bone fragments were left behind, as if Elder Yin Gu had never appeared in this valley.

Tu Xiong and Luo Yu stood aside, their expressions calm, as if the person they had just annihilated was not a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator but an insignificant ant.

Situ Jun withdrew his gaze, his Divine Sense instantly covering the entire Secret Realm like an invisible net.

A moment later, his sight landed on a valley at the other end of the Secret Realm.

That place was filled with dense Yin Qi, impenetrable even by sunlight—it was precisely the hiding spot of Withered Bone Ascetic of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect.

Withered Bone Ascetic was currently hiding deep inside a concealed cave, the entrance of which he had set up with layers of Restrictions using Gu Insects to prevent discovery.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale as paper, a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had been injured during a recent confrontation with Village Elder Gongsun.

“Village Elder Gongsun! You sneaking rat!”

While circulating his Cultivation Technique to heal his wounds, Withered Bone Ascetic cursed through gritted teeth, his voice filled with venomous resentment:

“If you hadn't suddenly appeared and ruined This Old Man's plans, the Nine-Aperture Ice Heart Silkworm would already be in my hands! That is a supreme treasure that could help This Old Man Break through to the Middle Stage Nascent Soul!”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his chest rising and falling violently, almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Once This Old Man recovers from his injuries, I will definitely capture you and use the ‘Ten Thousand Gu Devouring Heart Art’ to extract your Soul and refine your Spirit, ensuring you can never reincarnate!”

Withered Bone Ascetic clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his eyes flashing with vicious light.

But before his cursing finished, the entire cave suddenly began to tremble violently. Rocks continuously fell from the ceiling, hitting the ground with dull thuds.

Withered Bone Ascetic was startled. Just as he was about to get up and check the situation, a vast and boundless Spatial Power suddenly enveloped the entire cave, covering even the mountain peak behind it.

He felt dizzy and disoriented as the scene before his eyes instantly changed. The next second, he found himself standing in the open space outside the cave.

And Situ Jun was standing just a few steps in front of him, his eyes icy cold. The spatial fluctuations around him caused Withered Bone Ascetic's Mind and Soul to tremble violently.

“Si... Situ Jun?!”