"Are you leaving?"

Chen Hao nodded, his face twisting into an even more agonized expression.

After letting out another heart-wrenching, soul-tearing scream, he took steps toward Ye Yuqiao, enduring the torment of the Yin Soul shaking inside him.

However, he only made it halfway before his will gave out, and he half-knelt on the ground. His mind was filled with intermittent, flashing images, his head buzzing with a throbbing, unprecedented pain that eroded his body and spirit.

Seeing Chen Hao collapse, Ye Yuqiao snapped out of the heavy blow and fear of losing him and rushed to his side.

She knelt on the ground and tightly grasped Chen Hao's hand.

"Chen Hao, I'm here!"

"Ah!" Chen Hao's scream tore through the air, just as his spirit was tearing apart.

Countless dazzling black and purple rays shot from his left eye, covering the forest in front of them and piercing through the gaps between the leaves towards the sky, illuminating his ferocious face.

The Nether King's Heart was preventing his Yin Soul from being sucked away by the Dust King Ring.

Instantly, the Dust King Ring emitted a golden light.

Two powerful forces struggled within him, tearing his Yin Soul into shreds.

He had only wanted to kiss Yuqiao and leave quietly, but the Dust King Ring on his right hand didn't give him that chance.

"Yuqiao," Chen Hao trembled violently, "I'm sorry, but I have to go first."

"No!" Ye Yuqiao cried out, shaking her head, "Don't say sorry, and don't leave me."

"I love you!" Chen Hao used the last bit of his strength to shout out loudly.

Before his words even faded, his Yin Soul was sucked into the Dust King Ring, and in the moment he lost consciousness, he heard Ye Yuqiao's response.

"I love you, too!" Ye Yuqiao's tone was still shy, but very real.

This time, the shadowy figure in his mind didn't appear again, and the last sliver of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

A force that even the Nether King's Heart could not stop was, of course, beyond the shadowy figure in his mind.

With a "boom," Chen Hao's physical body instantly turned into countless particles of dust.

The Dust King Ring ascended into the sky, emitting an increasingly blinding light; the Nether King's Heart, meanwhile, fell into Ye Yuqiao's hand.

"Chen Hao!" Ye Yuqiao had collapsed.

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At this very moment, in the mortal world.

Y City, inside the Yin Yang Master Association.

Xie Xiaofeng hurried to Tang Jing's desk, saying urgently, "I just got a call, there's a haunting in a village on the east outskirts of the city, three people mysteriously committed suicide, we should go check it out."

Tang Jing nodded, then stood up.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the photo frame on her desk fell over onto the table.

It contained a group photo of her with Xie Xiaofeng, Tang Chao, Chen Hao, and Ye Yuqiao.

"Weird," Tang Jing said in surprise as she propped it back up. "How could the frame have fallen over like that? There's no strong wind, it's so unscientific."

After setting the frame upright, Tang Jing made a startling discovery: Chen Hao had disappeared from the photo.

"Xie Xiaofeng, look quickly, how did the jerk vanish?" Tang Jing hastily showed the photo frame to Xie Xiaofeng.

After glancing at the frame, Xie Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly dulled.

"Could it be that the jerk is in trouble?" Tang Jing was very anxious.

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, unsure of how to respond.

"What should we do? Do you have any way to contact the jerk and Yuqiao?"

"That bastard said before that he could seek out Niu Tou and Ma Mian."

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In the Netherworld, atop the Huiyin Mountain Range, the snow that had been falling continuously for three days and four nights finally stopped.

Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body was still pondering over the method to solve the Seal of the Dust Realm. She wasn't even sure whether her Yang Spirit had entered the Seal's gate; all she knew was that her Yang Spirit suddenly disappeared last night.

Just then, she suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of sadness and an urge to cry.

A line of crystal-clear hot tears broke free from the corner of her left eye, trailing over her pale, snow-like face.

"Could it be, could it be that something has happened to Chen Hao?" she murmured with furrowed brows.

"Why are you crying?" At that moment, Zhao Chong suddenly entered her tent, "Are you still worried about Chen Hao?"

After wiping the hot tears from her face, Ye Yuqiao asked Zhao Chong, "Why have you come back?"

"The Ghost King Battalion is pressing on us again, and I had to come back to discuss things with you face to face," Zhao Chong explained, "You decide, shall we have the allied army of the five great families retreat to the Huiyin Mountains, or gather all our forces at the Dayang Mountains and fight them in a decisive battle to the death?"

"Without any news of Chen Hao, I won't leave the Huiyin Mountains!" Ye Yuqiao shook her head.

Zhao Chong's expression darkened, and he said somewhat angrily, "At this critical moment of life and death for our allies, can you please think about something other than Chen Hao?"

Ye Yuqiao snorted angrily, glaring at Zhao Chong as she replied, "But all I have in my heart is Chen Hao, without him I want nothing else."

"What about your subjects? The soldiers who swore to serve you to the death? And what about your responsibility as the Nether King?"

"I can abandon all of that. I've said it before, I only want Chen Hao!" Ye Yuqiao's tone was very resolute.

"Absurd!" Zhao Chong finally couldn't contain his anger.

He had to admit a fact; between Ye Yuqiao's Yang Spirit and her Nether Soul Body, he had chosen the wrong person. Even though both were Ye Yuqiao, their personalities were quite different. Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body was somewhat impulsive and extreme, whereas her Yang Spirit was closer to the Yuqiao he had originally known.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Chong's anger subsided, and he said, "Since you don't want to leave the Huiyin Mountains, then I will write a letter to inform the other four clan leaders to bring their soldiers here to the Huiyin Mountains."

Having said that, Zhao Chong prepared to leave.

When he reached the tent entrance, Ye Yuqiao suddenly called out to him, "Wait!"

Zhao Chong stopped in his tracks.

"Tell them not to come, and we don't need to rush over there to meet with them either," Ye Yuqiao said, "I've thought it over carefully, we can't give up either Huiyin Mountains or Falling Shade Mountain. Issue the order to hold our ground at each position."

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The next day, at dawn.

Netherworld City.

The Ghost King had already sent people to build a new Nether King Palace, estimated to be completed in fifty years' time.

Thus, the Ghost King would be residing in the eastern courtyard until the new Nether King Palace was finished.

Early in the morning, a soldier rushed into the eastern courtyard in haste.

"Ghost King, I have an urgent report to present."

"Come in!" The door to the Ghost King's sleeping chamber suddenly opened.

The soldier walked a few steps inside and then kneeled, announcing loudly, "Reporting to the Ghost King, according to a letter from the ancient region at the front, the sign of the new king of the Netherworld has appeared again."

"Oh?" The Ghost King exclaimed with interest, "Is it the same as before?"

"Yes, it's the same pink omen!"

The Ghost King's expression darkened.

This pink omen seemed not to have appeared for him.

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