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Chapter 1347

At the edge of the Demon Abyss, in a hidden crevice concealed by black stones, the black mist, as if stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly contracted inward.

Qin He's figure, shrouded in the remaining demonic mist, staggered out of the rift. The moment his feet touched the ground, he abruptly bent his knees to steady himself.

He raised his hand to wipe away the remaining black blood from the corner of his mouth. His chest was churning with blood and qi. Just now, in order to avoid Li Linfeng's detection, he had forcibly activated the secret technique of shrinking the earth to an inch, which even caused the Demon Cloud Millstone to stagnate for a moment.

A thin layer of black frost covered the rocky beach outside the crevice, formed from the condensation of demonic energy leaking from the Demon Abyss. The wind blew through the cracks in the rocks, stirring up fine pebbles that rustled softly against Qin He's black robe.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, his divine sense spreading out like a fine net, covering an area of ​​ten miles. Only after confirming there were no traces of Divine Court cultivators did he breathe a sigh of relief, turn around, and wave his hand, sending a stream of demonic energy into the rift.

With a loud crash, the black rocks on both sides collapsed, completely sealing the crack and leaving only a pile of rubble that blended into the surrounding environment, leaving no trace.

Qin He leaned against a protruding black rock and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The soul search within the Abyss was not entirely successful, but it wasn't a complete waste of effort either.

Zhang Xiu's soul shattered under the pull of the magic array, turning into countless points of light and dissipating. Strangely, when Qin He used the Southern Bright Fire to burn his corpse, the flames only produced a wisp of blue smoke, and then burned like ordinary wood, without any unusual reaction—there was no expected wailing of a damaged soul, nor any of the meritorious phenomena that might appear when a Divine Court cultivator dies. It was as if he had simply burned an unclaimed body.

This result confirmed Zhang Xiu's words; the soul-nurturing technique of the Divine Court cultivators was far more bizarre than he had imagined.

As for the clues obtained from the soul search, Qin He opened his eyes, a complex look flashing in them.

Indeed, a considerable amount of information was extracted from Zhang Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness. This included details about the Divine Court's defensive outposts in the territories, the approximate location of the Merit Pool, and even some power divisions within the Divine Punishment Division. However, these clues remained superficial.

Zhang Xiu had absolutely no memory of the Divine Court's true core secrets, such as the specific principles of the Merit Pool for nurturing souls, the cultivation methods of the Divine Court's high-ranking officials, and even the core array diagram for cross-realm teleportation.

Ultimately, Zhang Xiu was merely a newly appointed Enforcer of the Divine Punishment Division, with limited experience and a lowly position. He had no right to access truly confidential and core information. The "important clues" he spoke of were nothing more than insignificant trifles in the face of the vast system of the Divine Court.

Qin He chuckled, and a wisp of demonic flame condensed at his fingertips, reflecting Zhang Xiu's fanatical face before his death.

That guy was tough; he didn't budge an inch from beginning to end. Even when his soul was forcibly separated, he didn't reveal a single crucial piece of information about the Divine Court. Rather than saying he was loyal, it would be more accurate to say he was afraid—afraid of the restrictions the Divine Court had placed on his soul, afraid of the fate of his soul being scattered after betrayal.

But none of this matters anymore.

Qin He suddenly stood up straight, his demonic aura abruptly receding, transforming into a black afterimage as he sped off towards Langhuan Mountain.

The clues obtained from the soul search were not certain, but at least they pointed in the right direction. Once they left the city of sin, there would be plenty of time to sort them out. Right now, the most important thing was to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Hidden within Zhang Xiu's fragmented memories was a chilling piece of news—Li Linfeng was not the entire force sent by the Divine Court.

The Divine Court launched a major operation the moment Zhang Xiu went missing.

The Divine Punishment Division mobilized almost its entire force. Dozens of executioners, originally scattered in all directions, were now urgently converging on Sin City from all sides with their subordinate cultivators.

Even more terrifying is that the chief god of the Divine Punishment Division, who had been in a deep slumber for many years, was awakened by the commotion of this "cross-realm demon." Although he did not descend to the mortal realm in person, he had already issued a divine decree, determined to capture and kill him.

This display of force, rather than being an overreaction, reflects the deep-seated fear the Divine Court has of the "Heavenly Demon."

Qin He increased his speed even further, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Sin City is no longer safe, and even the Abyss of Demons has become a dangerous place. Li Linfeng may still be setting up defenses on the outskirts of the Abyss, but once the main force of the Divine Punishment Division arrives, the Divine Court will surely find a way to force their way into the Abyss with its methods. Once trapped inside the Abyss, facing the full force of the Divine Punishment Division, even with the protection of the Demon Cloud Millstone, he will have little chance of survival.

Being even one step too late means facing a true dead end.