Ancestor Bing Lan's face showed a look of heartache as he hurriedly flew up to catch the translucent crystal ball.

To his shock and anger, he discovered that a deep black mark had been slashed into the crystal ball.

This round orb was his life-bound Dao treasure, the Nine Cold Ice Crystal Ball, and his trump heavy treasure; yet it had been scored so deeply with just one attack.

What kind of spiritual treasure was that black sword to possess such power?

Before Ancestor Bing Lan could examine it closely, another change occurred.

The void behind him suddenly tore open, and a long knife gleaming with dark green blade light emerged without warning.

The long knife slashed towards the back of Ancestor Bing Lan's neck with astonishing speed.

This strike was too sudden, and by the time Ancestor Bing Lan reacted, his body had already suddenly virtualized, turning into fragments of ice crystal snowflakes and scattering apart.

The dark green long knife brushed past his shoulder, its blade light sweeping up a piece of bloody fabric that had not yet turned into ice crystals.

Then, with a flash, the dark green long knife withdrew back into the void and disappeared.

The next appearance of this knife was several hundred meters away.

A figure shrouded in black shadow appeared beside the long knife, holding a miniature altar of the size of a dinner tray, placing the piece of bloody fabric into the altar.

The altar was ink black in its entirety, round on top and square beneath, covered with strange and ancient runes, precisely the legendary Evil Curse Altar.

The figure's palm, like an abyss, covered the altar, fingers spread, and the veins on the back of the hand protruded like writhing little snakes.

In the center of his palm, an evil dark red array pattern gradually emerged.

He rapidly chanted a string of obscure and incomprehensible spells, as if communicating with some unknown power.

As the spell was recited, the array patterns on the Evil Curse Altar seemed to come alive, tearing open the skin of that person's palm.

Dark red blood slowly dripped, seeping into the altar's central sacrificial Blood Pool, soaking through the piece of fabric.

At that moment, a cluster of blood-red flames suddenly erupted from the Blood Pool, burning fiercely, quickly reducing the piece of cloth to ashes.

Immediately following, a blood-colored tiny figure the size of a palm appeared within the altar, and except for being smaller, its form and appearance were identical to that of Ancestor Bing Lan, even down to the shocked expression he wore at that moment.

From a distance, Ancestor Bing Lan's face turned incredibly gloomy upon seeing this and exclaimed, "The Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood Soul Curse! It's you!"

The black silhouette let out a eerie and strange laugh, as if he had heard something incredibly amusing: "Jie jie, who would've thought that after thousands of years away from the Chuyun Realm, Fellow Daoist Bing Lan still remembers me. It is truly an honor! As a meeting gift, let's ignite the atmosphere!"

As his words fell, he flicked his finger at the blood-colored little figure, which was instantly engulfed by an invisible force, exploding and transforming into a blood flame that entwined around the blood-colored figure.

At the same time, black smoke began to emanate from various parts of Ancestor Bing Lan's body. Although no visible fire could be seen, the intense heat was real.

Ancestor Bing Lan's eyes twitched, clearly enduring significant pain.

He immediately raised one hand, a chilling light enveloped his body, sweeping down from head to toe, attempting to extinguish the invisible flames.

However, the flames seemed connected to the world and could not be extinguished no matter what.

Just as Ancestor Bing Lan continued to employ techniques to eliminate the burning pain, the black figure acted again, pointing his fingers ahead and aiming at the Blood Pool in the center of the Evil Curse Altar.

Ancestor Bing Lan's expression changed dramatically, his form disappearing into thin air, reappearing above the black figure the next moment.

The black figure, along with the Evil Curse Altar, vanished and reappeared several hundred yards away, reaching again into the Blood Pool.

With a brittle "crack," the black figure's two fingers exploded within the Blood Pool, transforming into a sharp blood light that pierced through the blood-colored little figure's chest.

Almost simultaneously, Ancestor Bing Lan's chest bulged abruptly, and with a "bang," erupted into a large blood mist.

Ancestor Bing Lan let out a painful groan, staggering involuntarily.

At this moment, a flurry of rapid wing beats suddenly resounded from behind him, and Su Wu's figure appeared ghost-like, wielding the pitch-black long sword against Ancestor Bing Lan.

An ink-black sword light burst forth, carving a massive rift in the void, slashing down towards Ancestor Bing Lan.

Ancestor Bing Lan didn't have time to transform into ice crystals. He hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but one arm was severed by the inky sword light.

The black silhouette seeing this swooped in, reaching for the severed arm of Ancestor Bing Lan.

However, before he touched it, the severed arm had already turned into ice crystals, shattering inch by inch.

Ancestor Bing Lan raised the Nine Cold Ice Crystal Ball with one hand, his expression cold to the extreme, shouting in an icy tone like pronouncing a fateful decree: "Ice Seal Heaven and Earth!"

As the words echoed, the Nine Cold Ice Crystal Ball radiated light a hundred times stronger than before, a dense blue light bursting forth, covering an area of a thousand miles almost instantaneously.

At the moment the blue light bloomed, the vast territory froze instantly!

The collapsed ruins of White Emperor City stood amidst a vast and desolate wilderness.

Above the wilderness, countless mountains and forests undulated, beasts roamed the woods, and flocks of birds soared through the sky.

In that instant, the movements of all living beings seemed frozen in time, the breath of heaven and earth solidified instantly.

The mountains, beasts, birds, and even the entire wilderness were thoroughly frozen within that fleeting moment, transformed into crystal-clear ice sculptures, devoid of life, as if time itself had stopped.

Su Wu and the black shadow did not escape either, covered by the sudden frost, turned into two immovable ice sculptures.

The Evil Curse Altar that used to emit an eerie aura was also sealed by thick frost, turned into a gigantic block of ice, silently standing on the wilderness.

Yet, black mist continued to surge from Su Wu's body, as if the frost was being consumed by a mysterious power, gradually melting away.

Around the black shadow, blood-red flames ignited fiercely, burning hot and weird, quickly melting the extreme frost covering its body.

Where Ancestor Bing Lan's arm had been severed, a flash of spirit light appeared, and a new arm grew out.

He had cold, sharp eyes as he reached out toward where Su Wu and the black shadow were with a grasp in the void.

With two earth-shattering bangs, the void seemed to tremble.

The ice crystals around Su Wu and the black shadow shattered under this power, transforming into dancing crystal powder.

Amidst that crystal powder, the two were also reduced to powder, disappearing into the air.

The crystal powder, under the sunlight, refracted colorful circles, like a wondrous painting in the world.

Only the block of ice where the Evil Curse Altar was, did not shatter.

Ancestor Bing Lan lifted his hand to grasp through the void, his palm emitted a powerful suction force, pulling the block of ice along with the altar toward him.

At that moment, a gigantic blood-red hand emerged out of thin air, fiercely grabbing at the Evil Curse Altar.

Ancestor Bing Lan sneered, his figure transformed into a ghostly shadow, instantly appeared in front of the Evil Curse Altar, and with a flick of his sleeve, he collected the altar along with the ice block into his sleeve.

He sent out dozens of blue ice cones with his other hand, each emitting a bone-chilling coldness, attacking the blood-red giant hand until it was riddled with holes like a sieve.

The blood-red giant hand shattered under the bombardment of the ice cones, turning into a diffuse blood light.

The scattered blood light did not vanish but was pulled by a unique force, continuously gathering toward the center. Gradually, the blood light reassembled into a somewhat insubstantial humanoid form.

Before the humanoid form could completely solidify, a black robe descended from the void, cloaking its body tightly.

On the other side, strands of Heavenly Cicada Black Mist slowly emerged from the void, gathering at a certain spot.

The black mist seemed to have a life of its own, instantly coalescing into the figure of Su Wu.

He stood on the wilderness, coldly gazing at Ancestor Bing Lan.

"The Reincarnation Demon Lord from the Demon World, why such cowardice and concealment in coming to my Chuyun Realm?" Ancestor Bing Lan did not continue to attack, but looked at the black shadow with a slight squint, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and mockery.

The figure in the black robe upon hearing this let out an eerie laugh, waving his hand, the black robe covering him dispersed like smoke, revealing his true face.

The person was tall and sturdy, covered in crimson scars like a breathtaking painting.

Under the moonlight, the scars glowed bizarrely, as if narrating his past battles fought in blood.

"Fellow Daoist Bing Lan has truly keen eyes, I merely used a few tricks and was discovered." The Reincarnation Demon Lord leaned on a blade with both hands, his voice rough and deep.

Ancestor Bing Lan sized him up, a look of ridicule flickered in his eyes: "So it's just a reincarnation clone, no wonder your divine skills are limited."

"Though you have taken the Evil Curse Altar, the Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood Soul Curse placed on you has yet to be lifted. Do you think delaying time can suppress the curse within your body? It's a futile effort. If the Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood Soul Curse were that easily resolved, the Black Emperor wouldn't have fallen in the past." The Reincarnation Demon Lord remained indifferent to Ancestor Bing Lan's ridicule, chuckling softly instead.

Ancestor Bing Lan's brows furrowed slightly, a faint blue light surfaced over his body, swiftly penetrating his body like flowing water, attempting to dispel the invisible curse.

The Reincarnation Demon Lord smiled faintly but did not attack Ancestor Bing Lan, raising his hand and pressing down.

From the palm of his hand, a broad blood light shot out, diving into the ground like a giant dragon.

Within a few breaths, shadowy figures flashed within the blood light, and the group of demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Country along with the Great Sun Glaze Flame all emerged.

The ice crystals covering these members of the Demon Clan had entirely vanished, and they were all intact, as if the damage they previously sustained had fully recovered.

"Your Six Paths of Reincarnation have indeed grown more formidable, not only can you use it on yourself but also let others reincarnate, it seems you won't take long to break through the Mahayana Realm," said Ancestor Bing Lan.

The Reincarnation Demon Lord dissipated the blood light at his side, remaining silent.

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