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Qiye Chuan led Li Xiaoyao to the shrine, and suddenly he wore a fierce expression, glowering at Li Xiaoyao and said, "Hand over the antidote, and I might grant you a swift end!"

Li Xiaoyao acted as if he hadn't heard him. Standing outside the shrine, he glanced at the deity niches with offerings inside the shrine.

"This must be what you're relying on," Li Xiaoyao muttered, controlling his spiritual power to form invisible energy swirling around his body.

"Li Xiaoyao, you may be powerful, but in front of the Guardian God of the Qianye Family, you're as good as dead," Qiye Chuan sneered and said, "Hand over the antidote now, and I will plead with the Guardian God to give you a swift end."

"Guardian God?" To be called a god, the entity within the deity niche must be extraordinary. But Li Xiaoyao found it peculiar; if it were truly powerful, why would it confine itself to this modest niche?

Only one explanation made sense: the so-called Guardian God of the Qianye Family must exist in the form of a soul.

It was like Nie Xiaoqian, who had not yet condensed her physical body. Although she was in soul form, her strength was still terrifying, far beyond any ordinary cultivator's comparison.

"So Meng Meng is really dead?" Whether it was the Guardian God or the Qianye Family, what Li Xiaoyao cared about most was Zhang Meng's life and death.

If Zhang Meng had indeed been killed by the Qianye family, Li Xiaoyao vowed that from this day on, the Qianye family, with its centuries of heritage, would be erased from the history of Shui Country.

Qiye Chuan looked at him with a strange expression, unable to comprehend what was going through Li Xiaoyao's head. Did he not realize that he was in a dangerous situation? Under these circumstances, he still had the mind to worry about someone else's life or death.

"My Qianye Family is a noble family with centuries of tradition; why would we kill a girl? We only brought her here to lure you into a trap."

Li Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, his heart somewhat excited. So she was still alive.

"Where is she?"

"She has been sent to Zhu Island City, but all of this no longer concerns you. Because your life will no longer be your own," Qiye Chuan said as he slowly stepped back, his vicious coldness growing more intense.

Just as Qiye Chuan stepped back, an overwhelming surge of spiritual power burst forth from within the deity niche, enveloping the entire space.

And under this terrifyingly dense spiritual power, the world in Li Xiaoyao's eyes underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

Beneath his feet lay mountains of corpses and rivers of flowing blood, like a Mortal Purgatory.

Li Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

Indeed, all of this had nothing to do with Li Xiaoyao. He knew that what he was seeing was an illusion created by the spiritual power of the entity hiding in the deity niche.

Nevertheless, Li Xiaoyao had to admit that this individual's spiritual power was indeed very strong. The fantasy world they created was nearly flawless.

If an ordinary cultivator were enveloped in it, they might lose their mind and be instantly controlled. But for Li Xiaoyao, whose spiritual power was equally potent, unless the opponent's spiritual power was stronger than his own, all of this was child's play in his eyes.

"People of Xuan Country."

An old voice, steeped in immense coercive power, echoed from the ethereal emptiness, resounding directly in the depths of Li Xiaoyao's mind.

"Playing god and tricking mortals," Li Xiaoyao looked up towards the void and said, "These tricks are useless against me. If this is all you've got, it's truly disappointing."

"Your spiritual power is very strong, and so is your body. Good!" The old voice, laden with greed, thundered in this realm with every word.

A vast and illusory shadow was rapidly condensing into form in front of Li Xiaoyao.

The creature's massive body stretched over a hundred meters long, and its flexible form resembled a giant snake, but the bizarre thing was that this snake had eight heads and eight tails.

Such a creature did not exist in the historical records.

It brought an extreme psychological pressure due to its enormous size.

When it revealed its true form, the surrounding illusions vanished.

Standing at a distance, Qiye Chuan looked at this peculiar giant snake, his eyes filled with reverence as he murmured, "The eight-headed serpent, Guardian God, this is the Guardian God of the Qianye Family!"

"The eight-headed serpent?" Li Xiaoyao frowned and immediately remembered a kind of demon beast that had appeared in Shui Country before.

The eight-headed serpent, with eight heads and tails, had left behind a notorious reputation during the Edo period.

But as history moved on, these mythical creatures seemed to have vanished from this world overnight.

Now, within the shrine of the Qianye Family, there was an offering to an ancient demon beast — the Eight-Headed Serpent.

Basing on the aura exuded by the Eight-Headed Serpent, Li Xiaoyao could roughly determine its cultivation level.

Golden Core Realm at its peak, indeed very powerful, but in front of Li Xiaoyao, still somewhat lacking.

If this Eight-Headed Serpent still had its physical body, its overall cultivation level might reach the Spirit Condensation Realm, and in that case, Li Xiaoyao might have been a bit more cautious.

But if it was merely a soul, it was nothing to fear.

"What a rich soul you have; if I devour you, my soul will certainly climb to the next level. Once I seize your body and return to the mortal world, who in this world could be my match?" the Eight-Headed Serpent arrogantly claimed.

Li Xiaoyao let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to the yellow talisman paper on the shrine, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The body of the Eight-Headed Serpent twisted as it followed his gaze. Upon seeing the yellow talisman paper, a fierce light flickered in its eyes as it said, "That despicable Taoist from Xuan Country, he sealed my physical body when I was unprepared; otherwise, how could he stand against me with his strength?"

"The one who killed you before was also from Xuan Country," Li Xiaoyao suddenly laughed and said, "It seems you're about to be killed by a person from Xuan Country for the second time."

"You people from Xuan Country are always so naïvely confident," the Eight-Headed Serpent said dismissively, shaking its head. "I will devour your soul so that you will never attain transcendence."

"How would you, stupid snake, know the might of Xuan Country's cultivators? Killed once and still not learning your lesson; well, let me tell you, with your strength, if you appeared in Xuan Country, you'd be eradicated within minutes," Li Xiaoyao said, his wrist turning as he held the Seven Star Ancient Sword in his hand.

"Xuan Country's glory has long since faded, otherwise, how could my Shui Country have once ruled?" With the last syllable falling, the Eight-Headed Serpent raised its head and let out a fierce roar, its eight heads attacking Li Xiaoyao from every direction.

"No matter how many heads you have, it's useless," Li Xiaoyao lifted the Ancient Sword, the blade lightly rising and falling, and a slash of Sword Qi burst forth toward the Eight-Headed Serpent.

"Physical attacks are useless against me," the Eight-Headed Serpent looked at Li Xiaoyao as if he were an idiot, this person from Xuan Country actually presuming to engage with it using physical attacks, pitiful indeed.

But just after it finished speaking, it felt a chill in its neck, and one of its heads was instantly severed.