“The Ancient One has awaited you for an age…” rasped a voice laced with chilling glee. “With my flesh and blood, I offer a sacrifice to the Old Gods. With your souls, I forge oblivion, birthing a demon spirit of old! I, a splinter of the Ancient Demon Tagar, unleash my scattered madness, and with the sacred artifacts of the Rune Clan, I open the Burial Pool of Immortals!”

The Dismembered Fiend, clad in corroded armor, punctuated his pronouncements with a stomp of his right foot. The very air shuddered. The already ravaged landscape, scarred by infernal flames, cracked and splintered beneath the force of his blow. A network of fissures snaked across the ashen earth, widening with a symphony of shattering stone, until the ground itself gave way, revealing a monstrous chasm. From the abyss poured a ravenous wind, shrieking with the tormented wails of lost souls – a gateway to a realm most foul.

“Your arrival,” the Dismembered Fiend cackled, his voice echoing in the swirling mist, “was foreseen millennia ago by the great Tagar! This burial ground, once belonging to the Immortal Qing Lin, was prepared especially for you! I await you below!” His laughter faded as he was swallowed by the vortex, a single piece of an evil puzzle.

The sudden turn of events sent a shockwave of dread through the assembled. None had foreseen such peril upon escaping the Bottle Realm. An invisible force, akin to a giant’s hand, seized them, dragging them inexorably toward the swirling void. The Dust Sect’s Triad, closest to the fissure, offered no resistance, vanishing into the abyss with desperate cries.

The Big Head struggled briefly, before succumbing to the pull.

As for the Village Beauty and her four disciples, their fate was sealed. Their master seemed oddly unconcerned, and these circumstances make a good mystery. All but the pink-clad maiden, rumored to be the Holy Maiden of the Kun Xu Sect, succumbed to despair, their faces contorted with terror as they were dragged screaming into the maw.

One unfortunate soul, overwhelmed by the relentless force, met a far grimmer fate. Her mortal form exploded in a shower of blood, her spirit emerging from the crimson mist, only to be engulfed by a swarm of ravenous specters rising from the pit. Her terrified screams were silenced as they descended into the depths.

Wang Lin, however, remained calm. Having dwelt long within the abyss of the Demon Spirit Lands, where similar forces held sway, he was not easily dismayed. As the unnatural suction enveloped him, he channeled his ancestral power, unleashing a torrent of fire from his feet. Though the flames were immediately consumed by the vortex, they provided him a precious moment of reprieve, allowing him to propel himself ten paces higher.

The Ancient Demon, Bailuo, laughed, unfazed by the immense suction. With a swift step, he vanished from his position, reappearing in the distance. A glint flashed in his demonic eye, as he summoned an aura of wild magic. He blew a gentle puff of air, and a ripple was formed. Bailuo placed his foot on the ripple, watching Wang Lin struggle in the vortex, and said: “Wang Lin, my young friend, you allowed me to enter here. I am merely returning the favor. I will give you the true path to escape this mess. This location used to be known as the Burial Pool of Immortals, back in Immortal Emperor Qing Lin’s era. Many immortals have died here, and if you end up falling down into the pit, you will likely meet your end. Quickly freeing yourself from the suction is the only path.”

Bailuo’s words echoed inside of the abyss, as Wang Lin rummaged through his storage pouch. Ten great swords appeared, and they started to revolve opposite from the force of the suction. He used his fire sea to create a gust of wind going against the suction, combined with the great swords. As he tried to free himself, a thunderous roar came from the pit, creating a shockwave that strengthened the suction. He started to hear symbols being emitted from the pit.

These bloody symbols were made of flesh, as if they had just been torn from someone’s body.

As Wang Lin saw the symbols, he gasped. He recognized the symbols as Immortal-Abandoned Clan symbols! As the roar grew from the depths of the pit, a fuzzy figure started to emerge from the vortex, releasing an oppressive aura of malice! Even Ling Tianhou felt a tremble of fear as he looked on, he had never felt something so evil before. Even Tian Yunzi or Void Master could not compare! It had nothing to do with cultivation, as it was a feeling of fear and dread coming from the depths of the soul. The figure was of a female, and slowly she rose up, revealing a face without eyes, only scarring. Tears of black blood were coming out from her empty eye sockets.

Her eyes had been gouged out! Even Tian Yunzi showed a look of terror and shock. “Could it be… her?!”

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Void Master’s pupils constricted, as he stared at the woman at the end of the vortex. Without hesitation, he used all of his power to move himself, the village beauty, and the maiden in the pink dress upwards to try and escape.

“It’s her!!! It has to be her! So Qing Lin has been hiding her here!! Why did he not kill her and let her suffer here instead!! Void Master was not calm, and was terrified after realizing who the figure was. He knew the events that happened in the Immortal Realm, as he was one of the elders of the Alliance, and had access to information that no one else had! As the woman emerged, the elder was struggling against the force of the vortex, only to be blasted by the pressure. The elder stopped moving, and fell into the pit.

His eyes were filled with terror, as he stared at the vortex. The Star Crested Sable saw this, and jumped up and emerged from his body, walking all over him as it leaped into the air. The Star Crested Sable was extremely rare, and used the power of the void to travel through the force of the vortex, staring at Wang Lin with its dazzling eyes.

Bailuo also stared at the figure, as demonic light gleamed in his eyes. He said in a low voice: “An old friend… I thought she disappeared, and was healing somewhere. But to think, that she was actually sealed here by Qing Lin… Qing Lin… he is strong! He is too strong! If he wasn’t severely injured during the collapse of the Immortal Realm, I and Tagar would never have dreamed of betraying him!!” Bailuo looked at her with a hesitant look on his face.

“Should I help her…” he asked himself, as his eyes gleamed.

“Qing Lin is ruthless! He actually used a seal on her, and even if I was at my prime, there would be no way to save her. I might even suffer. No matter!”

He gave up on the idea to save her, as he slipped into the portal and vanished.

As the woman continued to rise from the ground, and her aura of malice spread across the land, Situ Nan started to circulate his magic, only for her to lift her hand.

The aura spread, and a surge of pressure swept Ling Tianhou downwards into the abyss.

With that, Situ Nan had also fallen downwards! Wang Lin was also sent flying backwards, as he started to circulate his magic, as his body turned into a sea of flames with the ten great swords rotating him. He charged downwards towards Situ Nan.

As everything was falling downwards, everyone tried to use their powers to escape the force of the vortex. Only Wang Lin charged downwards to help Situ Nan.

Situ Nan could not circulate his magic, and had a look of worry on his face. He said to himself: “Old man, you have a lot of luck. It seems that I will die here!” He continued to fall, until he saw Wang Lin charging at him.

Wang Lin was madly circulating his magic, as his body was shrouded in a sea of flames that the vortex was eating away at.

As Situ Nan drifted farther and farther away, Wang Lin gritted his teeth and used all of his power, accelerating to insane speeds.

His speed increased dramatically, and in a moment he arrived near Situ Nan. As he approached him, he was only three thousand feet away from the woman. He reached out his hand, and grabbed Situ Nan. He released the rest of his magic, causing an explosion of power.

Below Wang Lin, the woman’s empty eyes started to tear black blood that swirled around the pit.