"Back when our Shenxiao Sect suppressed the Hell Dao, we suffered grievous losses, nearly facing complete annihilation. Even now, our sect's vital energy hasn't recovered.

But the gains were unimaginably substantial.

Including the Hell Dao's core scripture, the 'Samsara Scripture', all one thousand four hundred of the Hell Dao's Dharma Gates and secret techniques were absorbed into our Shenxiao Sect.

However, the secret techniques of the Hell Dao are extremely peculiar and have a significant impact on one's soul and Temperament.

Most of their disciples are perverse and crazed.

Therefore, to learn the secret techniques of the Hell Dao, one's Cultivation must be at or above the Blood-Stained Realm.

Otherwise, application is impossible.

This Hungry Ghost Entanglement technique, which your elder brother here has practiced for thirty years, has only reached Minor Achievement.

This Dharma Gate specifically targets the immortal flesh of the Blood-Stained Realm.

Your regeneration speed is astonishing, but it can't match the gnawing pace of ten thousand hungry ghosts.

If you're interested, Little Junior Brother, once you advance to the Blood-Stained Realm, I, your elder brother, will teach you."

Riding a ferocious tiger, Wei Wujie conversed at length with Qi Xiu along the way.

His profound experience was evident in his every word.

Through this conversation, Qi Xiu gradually came to understand his Eldest Senior Brother's past.

Wei Wujie was over two hundred and ten years old this year.

He left the Shenxiao Sect at seventy-five, over one hundred and forty years ago now.

During this time, he had wandered through nearly seven large provinces, including Dianchuan, Xiangchu, Minfu, and Northwestern Dalang.

Not only did he successfully transcend his tribulation to advance to the Blood-Stained Realm, but he also learned a multitude of diverse skills.

He had dabbled in the arts of the Righteous Path, unorthodox schools, Demonic Cultivators, and the Demonic Path.

His experience was almost on par with those seasoned Blood-Stained Great Cultivators who were four to five hundred years old.

He was truly a walking encyclopedia.

This was also why Daoist Priest Yunqing had recommended him to lead this rescue operation.

"Then thank you very much, Eldest Senior Brother."

Sitting cross-legged atop a skull, Qi Xiu smiled and raised his hand.

In a way, Wei Wujie was very much like him.

Both studied a wide array of arts and practiced diverse techniques.

The difference was that Qi Xiu possessed the Divine Marvel of Proficiency, ensuring his efforts always paid off. And with 'The Secret of the Primordial Dragon-Tiger Scripture' to unify all his abilities, he was able to cultivate so many different Dharma Gates simultaneously.

Wei Wujie, lacking such a Divine Marvel, had still achieved so much.

It spoke volumes of his natural talent and powerful comprehension.

"We're martial brothers; no need for such courtesy. But looking at your methods, Little Junior Brother, they're quite eclectic too.

This large banner should be the Myriad Soul White Bone Banner of the Heshan Path, right?

Seventy years ago, I encountered a Demonic Cultivator from the Heshan Path who also refined this skill.

However, his Myriad Soul White Bone Banner was quite inferior compared to yours.

TSK TSK. There must be at least several thousand White Bone Skull Demons stored in that banner."

With his extensive knowledge, Wei Wujie recognized the Dark Great Banner hovering above Qi Xiu's head as the Heshan Path's Myriad Soul White Bone Banner at a glance.

Moreover, when he had previously feigned an attack on Qi Xiu, he had keenly sensed an eerie, netherworldly, and intensely cold vapor instantly envelop him, so chilling it made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Undoubtedly Demonic Path methods. The Taoist Sect, the Demonic Path, unorthodox Demonic Cultivators... this little junior brother of mine certainly knows a lot.

Seeing reflections of themselves in each other, Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie felt an increasing affinity and chatted with growing ease.

Before they knew it, the two arrived at a long, winding mountain path.

Over ten thousand vibrant, multi-colored lanterns dispelled the darkness, creating a breathtaking sight.

Groups of massive Transporters set out from here, heading towards the eight major nations within Divine Sorrow Ridge.

"This is Disc Street. From here, you can reach any of the eight nations."

Standing atop a distant mountain peak, Wei Wujie waved his hand lightly.

The dozen or so tiger bandits following him immediately transformed into streams of light, pouring into his palm and becoming a dozen lifelike paper figurines.

"HEH HEH, the paper effigy secret technique from the Miao frontier of Xiangchu. The materials are hard to find, and it's quite a pain to make.

But once they're done, they're quite handy. I'll teach you when I have time."

Storing away the paper figurines, Wei Wujie winked and smiled.

"Alright."

Qi Xiu nodded and chuckled.

The phrase his Eldest Senior Brother used most along the way was, "I'll teach you when I have time."

Perhaps because he had faced so many setbacks and been thwarted by others over his many years of seeking the Dao and learning various arts, Wei Wujie harbored no desire to hoard his knowledge. Instead, he almost seemed afraid that others wouldn't want to learn from him.

No wonder Master never had a bad word to say about this Eldest Senior Brother. If I were in his position as Eldest Senior Brother, I doubt I could have done as well as Senior Brother Wei.

The two descended the mountain and arrived at Disc Street.

Its layout, reminiscent of the train stations from Qi Xiu's previous life, left him somewhat disoriented.

Along both sides of the lengthy mountain path, massive, bizarrely shaped Transporters stood waiting.

Each had a wooden sign posted in front, clearly stating its destination, departure time, and ticket price.

Next to each wooden sign stood a Demonic Evil Cultivator, leaning against a strongbox, one hand clutching a wad of tickets.

Once the money was paid and a ticket obtained, one could board a Transporter and await departure to the desired destination.

"Interesting, isn't it? These Transporters are actually massive, pure-blooded demons who reveal their true forms to earn Xuan gold in this transport business."

Having lurked in Divine Sorrow Ridge for a long time, Wei Wujie was very familiar with Disc Street.

He led Qi Xiu to a spider spirit covered in purple fur, the size of a small hill, its eight legs like great pillars.

"Tickets!"

As Wei Wujie stood before the ticket-selling demon, his imposing figure and profound, abyss-like aura instantly compelled the demon to force a smile.

"How many do you need? One thousand Xuan gold per ticket. You're in luck; this one departs in three hours."

"Two."

Tossing over a small bag of Xuan gold, Wei Wujie received two tickets made from some unknown animal hide from the ticket-selling demon.

"It seems fewer people are going to Yin Tian Nation compared to other places."

Observing the flow of the surrounding demons and Demonic Evil Cultivators, Qi Xiu noticed that Yin Tian Nation was the least popular destination; barely ten people had headed there in the past half-day.

"That's normal. Yin Tian Nation is primarily inhabited by ghost cultivators; living Spirit Beings rarely venture there.

However, many from the Blood-Stained Realm go there.

The King of Yin Tian Nation controls a secret elixir known as the Treasure Soul Elixir, which can only be purchased in Yin Tian Nation.

Those in the Blood-Stained Realm have a high demand for soul-type elixirs, so they frequently travel there to procure them."

"Treasure Soul Elixir?"

"Yes, it's a secret elixir that can slowly heal injuries to the soul. However, it's highly toxic; consume too much, and you'll likely go mad.

Yet, even so, the Treasure Soul Elixir is still in high demand.

After all, secret elixirs capable of healing soul injuries that are available for mass sale are exceedingly rare."

As Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie spoke, the number of demons and Demonic Evil Cultivators waiting to depart gradually increased.

Exchanging a glance, Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie sensed something was amiss.

Usually, only a handful of Initiate Realm Demonic Evil Cultivators would head to Yin Tian Nation over a span of ten to fifteen days.

Yet, in this short time, at least thirty such individuals were waiting here.

"I heard that this time it's the Fourth Princess of Yin Tian Nation's grand wedding! The King of Yin Tian Nation is hosting a nationwide banquet, and they'll be serving Tai Sui flesh! We're lucky to have stumbled upon such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."

"I wonder which lucky bastard managed to catch the eye of Yin Tian Nation's Fourth Princess.

She's the King of Yin Tian Nation's most doted-upon daughter.

If he becomes the King's son-in-law, he'll have anything he desires in the future."

"That's not necessarily true. I hear that Fourth Princess is twisted and doesn't play by the rules. Being chosen by her might not be a good thing; at the very least, his freedom will be gone."

"PSHH, who cares about him? We just need to make sure we get some of that Tai Sui meat."

The conversation among several demons reached the ears of Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie.

"It seems this Fourth Princess is quite fond of Brother Ge. She's throwing a grand wedding banquet, inviting the entire nation.

Tai Sui meat... HUH. That stuff isn't something you can just eat casually," Wei Wujie said, interlacing his fingers and sneering.

"The more the Fourth Princess values Brother Ge, the harder our rescue plan will be to execute," Qi Xiu stated.

"Let's get to Yin Tian Nation first and see. If things really go south, I have a desperate, last-ditch strategy.

It's just far too dangerous and can only be used when all else fails."

A flicker of madness flashed in Wei Wujie's dark eyes, gone in an instant, replaced by his usual composed demeanor.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Boarding the purple-furred spider spirit, Qi Xiu and Wei Wujie found a corner on its back to sit.

In the depths of Divine Sorrow Ridge, apart from Blood-Stained Realm Great Demons, Dao-Entering Realm Demonic Evil Cultivators weren't allowed to ride demon clouds and fly around recklessly.

They could easily be attacked and brought down by other demons and Demonic Evil Cultivators.

Thus, to travel to the Eight Great Nations, they had to rely on these Transporters, which followed specific routes to carry the demonic hordes to their various destinations.

Yin Tian Nation was located in the northwestern part of Divine Sorrow Ridge, adjacent to Green Mulberry Country.

The Eight Great Nations of Divine Sorrow Ridge each occupied a corner of the region.

Green Mulberry Country and Yin Tian Nation were in the northwest; Red Stream Country and Iron Coffin Country in the southwest; Blood Tu Nation and Myriad Vine Nation occupied the southeast; and Night Peace Country and Xuan Chang Country were in the northeast.

Among the eight Dao Body Realm Demons in Divine Sorrow Ridge, the King of Yin Tian Nation ranked in the middle in terms of strength.

And due to his unique original form, Yin Tian Nation was the smallest of the Eight Great Nations, less than half the size of its neighbor, Green Mulberry Country.

The purple-furred spider spirit, its legs a hundred meters long, sprinted rapidly through the mountains. After leaving Disc Street, it headed southwest.

About two days later, they could see different auroras weaving through the sky and clouds churning on either side.

To the left, fragrant, warm clouds wove an enchanting scene: babbling brooks, a gentle spring breeze, and the lively songs and dances of orioles and swallows, like a painting of an Immortal Realm.

Its allure, only partially revealed, was tantalizing from afar, making one yearn to plunge in and explore its wonders to their heart's content.

In stark contrast, the landscape to the right plummeted into desolation.

This stretch of mountains was shrouded in gloom, with dismal clouds hanging heavy, as if all the world's sorrow had converged there.

Gaunt, steep, and winding mountains rose like ghostly shadows. Their peculiar shapes and gnarled, intertwined branches resembled hundreds of demonic claws stretching out, writhing and twisting in the endless darkness.

Withered, sparse trees rustled in the wind, their sounds like the whispers of ghosts.

The entire vista resembled a veritable Ghost Fiend domain.

"Over there is Green Mulberry Country. It's a place where most demons and Demonic Evil Cultivators frequently go for pleasure and revelry.

However, indulging in pleasures here not only costs Xuan gold but also carries considerable risks."

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