He looked up to see a sinister corridor stretching ahead.

Cobweb-like bloodstains and skeletons lay scattered in the corner against the wall.

The chill air was all around, and Beichuan Si couldn't shake the feeling the temperature had mysteriously dropped a few degrees.

But perhaps that wasn't the most crucial concern.

Beichuan Si grabbed the resentful spirit of a child clad in rough sackcloth by the head, his palm engulfed in dark deathly aura, and smashed it against the wall.

With a 'splat',

Eyeballs burst and black fluid oozed out, covering Beichuan Si's hand with brain matter.

"I'll help you," Beichuan Si said, looking at the twitching remnant of the child's resentful spirit in front of him, and sprinkled a handful of azure spiritual flames over its body.

A wail, sharp and pitiful, echoed throughout the Shrine in the next moment.

Despite lacking a head, it was unclear from where such a gruesome sound could emanate.

Beichuan Si pondered for a moment before giving up on the thought.

After all, instead of pondering over such matters, it was better to figure out how to help the child's resentful spirit ascend heavenwards and leave this painful spiritual realm.

Raising a hand, he didn't forget to cast another spectral flame on the screaming child's remains before he left.

BOOM!!!

The azure spiritual flames found new vigor, erupting fiercely once more.

The screams intensified.

Hearing the child's cries by his side, Beichuan Si, expressionless, continued on his way back the way he had come.

Yes.

He had spent merely three minutes trekking from the Moon Ghost Ritual Hall to the mountain ceremonial site nearby.

The vengeful spirits here, unlike those in the ritual area, were primarily composed of children and young girls.

Numerous and agile.

Beichuan Si had to resort to grabbing them directly and swinging them violently.

However...

Beichuan Si frowned.

He had been feeling a slight tremor underfoot since a while back, as if some enormous beast were trampling the ground.

Judging by the direction, the vibrations seemed to originate from the Shrine before the mountain.

He wondered if Master Yutian or Master Onodera had encountered some trouble.

With this thought, Beichuan Si quickened his pace.

Although Master Yutian and Master Onodera weren't very strong, they were both good people who spoke up for him when Four Directions Huixue requested he investigate on his own.

If they were in trouble... Beichuan Si felt that he should lend a hand.

He was incredibly fast, darting past the mountain ceremonial area in the blink of an eye and charging towards the source of the vibrations.

And then...

Beichuan Si saw it.

On the Shrine's platform, a monstrous abomination with baby-pink tendrils, a mountain of flesh writhing as though alive, grotesque and terrifying.

Upon this mountain of flesh, Beichuan Si could clearly see human limbs, cattle limbs, human heads, and various animal skulls.

Villagers' faces were contorted with agony.

All these elements grotesquely assembled to form a colossal mass of flesh before him.

Beneath this six-meter-tall mountain of flesh were Master Yutian and Master Onodera, along with others, frantically dodging.

THUMP!!!!

A fleshy whip lashed down through the air, savagely striking the ground in front of them.

A single hit cracked the stone slabs and sent rubble flying.

Had it not been for Four Directions Huixue using the Moon Obscuring Mirror to protect them from the descending tentacles, Master Yutian and Master Onodera would probably have been dead by now.

He couldn't wait any longer.

From Beichuan Si's fingertips, threads of death qi stretched out, and his eyes, black as death, emitted a dark energy.

Through his death qi vision, Beichuan Si could see the true state of the monstrous flesh before him.

The resentment pulsing within the unknown creature's body surpassed even that of the ceremonial knife miko's.

But—

Beichuan Si flicked his wrist, Jian Ding landing in his grip, and he shot it towards the flesh mountain!

Jian Ding sparkled coldly midair.

It pulled the death qi threads Beichuan Si had shaped, slicing the surface of the flesh mountain from top to bottom, left to right, with swift motions.

The irregular grid formed by the death qi threads enveloped the creature like a vast net.

Beichuan Si's index finger flicked, and Jian Ding flew swiftly back into his left hand.

His left clasped Jian Ding's hilt, while his right pulled on the other end of the death qi threads!

Beichuan Si had no intention of holding back the six-meter-high flesh mountain with his own strength.

Instead—

The threads of death qi tightened, transforming into the sharpest of ropes.

Beichuan Si's ten fingers came together as death qi and spiritual flames blazed along the threads.

The net of death qi instantly became a searing flame grid!

Accompanied by the sound of cutting flesh and the unpleasant odor of burning spiritual bodies,

dark fluid splattered in all directions.

This sudden acute agony made the monstrous flesh entity halt its pursuit of Master Yutian and others, turning its focus to Beichuan Si behind it.

It opened its circular maw filled with gleaming white sharp teeth towards Beichuan Si, and then—

THUMP!!!!!

Flesh splattered!

Unbeknownst to the creature as it turned around, Beichuan Si had already used the tension of the threads to swiftly step on the edge of its gaping mouth.

Beichuan Si's massive hammer crashed down into the creature's head, while his hands made sure to draw the death qi threads even tighter.

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