The bloody mist churned and gathered, thick as liquid, vaguely seeming to form a human silhouette, but dissipated unpredictably.

"Hundred thousand~ hungry ghosts~ feast~".

The operatic voice continued, yet became distorted.

Not only that, but the strong scent of blood was also spreading outward.

The Hundred Households member of the garrison from earlier had not yet left.

He stood there in a daze, face pale, forehead sweating, wanting to turn and flee but found himself stiff and unable to move.

Everything before him was entirely beyond his understanding.

Many mystical sect phenomena are invisible to ordinary people who have not awakened divine skills, except in two situations:

First, a person who is about to die, with death energy accumulating.

Second, in special environments like an Evil Land.

The Netherworld Stage, this was precisely such a situation around.

The Hundred Households member felt his nasal passage filled with the scent of blood, dizzy and faint, as he touched his nose to find it covered in fresh blood, and immediately fainted.

Others were not faring better.

Around them, those magicians felt suffocated and nauseous, and those who had awakened Eye Divine Power seemed to have seen something terrifying, faces full of fear, with bloody tears streaming from their eyes...

"If you don't want to die, shut your eyes!"

Nie Sangui intoned with a serious face.

Reminded by her, many came to their senses, hurriedly closing their eyes, shutting down their divine skills, and some even turned away.

They knew they probably violated some taboo.

Whoosh~

Winds swept around them.

The sharp scent of blood quickly receded.

Only when they heard the commotion die down did they slowly open their eyes.

"Is this the Blood Bowl Saint Mother?"

One of the black-robed Duan Gong trembled as he spoke: "The sect's 'Yin Talisman Ceremony' records: Liu devoured Buddha Bone, shattered the Demon Mirror, declared herself Blood Bowl Saint Mother, fed ghosts with Life Souls, wielded authority over Yin and Yang's distortion, unexpectedly it's real..."

Another also looked serious, frowned, "Impossible, Mou Lian Drama is merely a Buddhist preaching play, how can it truly exist?"

"Even if it does exist, that disciple of Buddha, how could he let his mother turn into a demon?"

Nie Sangui sneered coldly, explained: "That's an evil god, sung out by offerings from those performing Yin Drama, which once prevailed in Eastern Sichuan."

"Rumors still exist among the folk of Eastern Sichuan. If one hears 'Blood Bowl Tribulation' at midnight, it means the Blood Bowl Saint Mother descends to the mortal realm, with worshipping ghostly hungry spirits, evolving into 'Hundred Ghosts Lifting the Sedan'..."

"Pregnant women there abstain from watching red silk out of fear of attracting the Saint Mother's 'Blood Bowl Reflection on the Fetus' disaster..."

As she spoke, she turned to Situ Qian, with a smile and said: "I heard years ago, in White Emperor City, a 'Iron Box of Exorcism' was excavated; inside was a bronze mirror, with a Blood Lotus pattern of the Saint Mother engraved at its back, later seized by someone. Seems like it's your handy work."

Situ Qian glanced coldly without speaking.

Nie Sangui immediately shut her mouth.

She was curious, couldn't help probing.

But such matters, can they be casually spoken?

It obviously displeased Situ Qian a bit.

But upon hearing it, others instantly understood.

This was a man-made creation of an evil god.

Some evil magic veins often engage in such acts, just like how the Great Song Ghost Sect once concocted many evil things...

...

Outside Chengdu Prefecture Office, the atmosphere was equally tense.

Buzz~

The Duan Chen Blade crackled with electricity, directly splitting the paperman in two.

Li Yan twirled the blade with a reverse hand.

The puppet paperman before him ignited with green fire, turned to ashes.

That Three Yin General commanding the magic platform was indeed fearsome, but encountering Thunder Technique coupled with Li Yan's current Dao cultivation, was entirely no match.

However, no joy appeared on anyone's face.

Having slain the puppet commanding the magic platform, yet the array still did not disappear, indicating the matter was not over.

Sure enough, before long, anomalies reemerged.

The surrounding Yin Fog ceased moving, the evil wind that assaulted Divine Souls suddenly halted, darkness mingled with deathly silence became increasingly oppressive.

The pungent bloody scent spread following this.

"It's the Blood Bowl Saint Mother!"

Bai Yun Temple's Daoist gritted teeth reminded: "Young Hero Li, this is a demon offered by those demons, it is taboo among the people in Shu, hence it cannot be annihilated, we can only seek a way to suppress it."

"We will hold them off, you hurry and leave!"

Though these Daoists possess pride, they adhere to the orthodox path, and can be relied upon at crucial moments.

Yet, Li Yan shook his head, "There's no escape, even if you die, this thing will still entangle us."

Saying so, he formed a mantra with his left hand, six Grass Spirit Paper Men floated into the sky, revolving around him, the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin on the Arm Guard Thousand Thoughts also rattled.

Whoosh~

Gales arose around, Yin Sha Qi ascended from the ground.

Cold frost began to spread beneath Li Yan's feet.

His aura also turned increasingly cold and formidable.

"Is this... Summoning General?"

Daoists of Bai Yun Temple saw, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Others might not recognize, but they are of the Taixuan Orthodox Sect's true mystical sect, knowledgeable and experienced standing at the Emperor's foot in the capital.

Summoning General technique isn't exclusive to just Fengdu.

Like Shenxiao Sect, which can summon Thunder Department's General "Throwing Fire and Flowing Gold," descend before the platform to suppress and kill demons.

But such magic methods are usually quite troublesome.

Setting the magic platform, with numerous Daoists cooperating, consuming significant manpower and resources, those able to perform independently are at least high-level mages of a sect.

This youngster, isn't he a rogue...

Not mentioning their confusion, Li Yan had gathered all his focus, Divine Skills fully activated, staring closely ahead.

Outer platform with Eight Generals' support, the evil qi on him grew denser.

The demon Bai Yun Temple's Daoists spoke of, he had seen more than a few.

The tributes from Ezhou Ghost Sect of Reng Zheng Ghost, the "Mist Guest" produced by the ancient Salt Water Tribe, are similar entities.

These demons were born in the mortal world, don't count as yin criminals, a more precise description would be an aberration of Innate Astra Bane Qi, born from incense blood sacrifices or various evil skills.

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