Everyone stared blankly at the dark aura that didn't dissipate. They were a little dazed. That aura didn't seem like demonic qi, nor did it seem like yin qi. It clearly looked gray, but it carried a dry heat, causing the surrounding air to feel like it was burning. Even the dense Immortal Qi showed signs of being pushed back.
"What is this?"
"Grievous energy!" Lonemoon's expression darkened. He took a step forward. Only grievous energy could have such a contradictory aura. But grievous energy had always appeared in the souls of the Underworld. Why would it suddenly appear in the immortal world?
Just as he was thinking about it, the soaring grievous energy suddenly condensed into a ball. It turned and flew down at an extremely fast speed. Everywhere it passed, flowers withered and palaces were destroyed. It rushed straight in the direction of the main hall where Shen Ying was.
"Master!" Yi Qing was shocked. He immediately summoned an immortal sword and was about to attack. Shen Ying was one step ahead of him. She reached out and grabbed that ball of gray Qi.
Instantly, they heard a shrill scream. It was extremely sharp and piercing, with a hint of madness. That ball of Qi began to writhe in Shen Ying's hand, but it could not break free. So the scream became even more piercing.
Even the Celestial Emperors could not help but take a few steps back. Their expressions darkened. This sound seemed to be able to attack primordial spirits.
Shen Ying tilted her head and looked at Chef beside her. She asked seriously, "Can it be eaten?"
Yi Qing stiffened and shook his head hard. "No!"
"Oh." Disappointment.
Yi Qing hurriedly conjured a seal. Immediately, a seal flew out and formed a golden chain that locked that ball of Qi in it. Shen Ying then released her hand.
But even so, the grievous energy did not stop. It kept attacking the surrounding seal.
"Shen Ying, Chef." Lonemoon flew over and glanced at them. Seeing that they were fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to look at that ball of aura. It really was grievous energy! It was so thick. What did it suffer when it was alive? It actually broke through the realm gate and came to the immortal world.
He subconsciously released his Divine Perception and was shocked. "There's a soul in this grievous energy!" With so much grievous energy, it was a miracle that his soul was not devoured. He frowned again and glanced at Chef. "Bring him back first."
Then, he turned his head to look at the gloomy sky. He raised his hand and performed a wind spell, blowing away the hot air in the surroundings. Only then did the Heavenly Palace regain its clarity.
Fortunately, Blackie and Yu Hong had already completed the deed. He was about to turn around and invite the immortals back to the main hall. "Everyone …"
"Sect Master …" Before he could finish, Si Yu suddenly exclaimed, "Senior Sister Yu Hong and the others have disappeared!"
"What?!" Lonemoon was shocked. He turned to look at the Deed-Signing Stage, only to see that it was indeed empty. Little Black and Yu Hong were gone …
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Invincible Sect, rear hall.
"I've searched the entire heavenly palace, but I couldn't find any trace of Little Black and Yu Hong." Lonemoon turned to look at Chef beside him.
"The Devil Palace doesn't have it either." Yi Qing shook his head.
Both of their expressions darkened. Yu Hong and Little Black seemed to have disappeared into thin air. There was no aura left at all.
Lonemoon frowned and looked at the ball of grievous energy floating in the air. "Shen Ying, you've been staring at it for so long. Did you find anything?"
"Huh?" Shen Ying paused in the act of biting a fruit. She tilted her head and said, "Mm, it's a little hot."
"…"
Hot?
You've been here for so long and you've only taken its temperature?
"Forget it. It looks like we can only ask this ball of grievous energy if we want to know where the two of them are." As he spoke, he conjured a seal and set up a defensive array around them. "Chef, open its seal."
Yi Qing nodded. With a turn of his hand, the golden talisman surrounding the ball of grievous energy disappeared. The ball of grievous energy immediately expanded and spread in all directions. A humanoid figure appeared in the middle of it. The other party's soul was indeed there.
"Who exactly are you?" Lonemoon asked in a low voice.
The grievous energy did not answer. Instead, it let out a shrill cry that pierced the ears. It even rushed towards the two of them in a frenzy. However, it was blocked by the immortal Qi around them and could not advance an inch.
"The grievous energy on its body is too strong. Its consciousness has already been devoured," Yi Qing said. "Even if there's still a soul inside, it won't understand what you're asking."
Lonemoon frowned. He looked at the grey figure that was rushing towards the two of them. Suddenly, he thought of something. He turned to Yi Qing and said, "Chef, go to Chengyu and find Little Shortie."
Yi Qing was stunned. Immediately, he understood what he meant. He turned and flew to the right. In a short while, he returned with Little Shortie. She was Meng Po, who was in charge of the River of Forgetfulness. She knew the most about souls.
"Little Shortie, do you have a way to get rid of this grievous energy and let this soul regain its consciousness?" Lonemoon pointed at the ball of grievous energy.
"Yes, I do." Little Shortie nodded. "However, the grievous energy was born from his soul. Even if it disappears temporarily, as long as the grievous energy is not dispelled, it will still be born."
"I understand that." Finding Little Black and Yu Hong was more important. "Get rid of it first."
"Alright!" She nodded and took a step forward. She reached out and grabbed the ball of grievous energy. In an instant, a gentle golden light appeared in her hand. The moment the light appeared, the grievous energy around the grey figure dissipated like snow. Not long after, the resentment in the surroundings disappeared completely, and a figure appeared in the center. It was a person wearing a green robe, and he looked to be less than 20 years old. He had a delicate face, and he had a scholarly air about him. He did not look aggressive at all.
The man opened his eyes. They still looked a little lost. His gaze shifted to Little Shortie, who was still glowing with golden light in her hand. Instantly, his face paled. His eyes bulged and he screamed, "Ghost!!!!!"
He let out a cry of fear, and with lightning speed, he ducked under the table and shivered, leaving only half of his buttocks outside.
Yi Qing: "…"
Lonemoon: "…"
Meng Po: "…"
What a lunatic! Who's the ghost here! Is he here to be funny?
Even Shen Ying, who was munching on her fruit, was knocked by the ghost that had suddenly crawled under her table. The fruit in her hand fell to the ground with a grunt. She frowned and bent down to pick up the ball from under the table. She tossed it onto the table and picked up the fruit on the ground.
Huh?
The male ghost paused. He looked at the person in front of him, who was wiping the fruit off her body and was about to take a bite. "… Miss?" Only then did he realize that ghosts did not need to eat. So, "You're not a ghost?"
"Of course we're not!" Lonemoon frowned. He snatched the fruit from Shen Ying's hand and glared at her. "Change another one!" She did not even know how to wash it. How lazy was she! She threw the fruit back to Yi Qing and continued to look at the male ghost. "You're the ghost."
"What? That's impossible. I'm clearly … "The ghost was shocked. He subconsciously looked down at his own body. In the next moment, he let out an even louder scream." Ah … "
He seemed to have received a huge shock. His eyes rolled back and his body swayed a few times. He looked like he was going to faint the next moment. He was a soul after all. There was no way he could faint. He could only scream as he floated around the rear hall like a spinning top.
Fine, he's still a coward!
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