Ye Xiu and Old Liu tumbled into the hollow of the tree, only to find that the cavity extended downwards endlessly. They rolled for a long time before coming to rest before a chamber dimly illuminated by a white, phosphorescent glow.

"I thought this place was just solid ground inside!" Old Liu rubbed his head, leaning back against the wall. The tumble had left his back aching. "I didn't expect this tree hollow to be so deep; this is a completely different situation from before."

Ye Xiu also shook his head. The surrounding phosphorescence was too intense; he had to shield his eyes with his hand just to make out the scene before him. It was an exquisitely crafted room, with statues of various deities standing around the perimeter. In the white light, the most arresting feature was a gold-inlaid coffin set squarely in the center of the room, resting upon a bed of strange vegetation. Most peculiar were the numerous branches descending from the ceiling, piercing the gaps in the coffin like veins. A sound like weeping resonated from these branches; they were clearly drawing blood!

Old Liu also saw the scene. He took a breath and nervously muttered several Daoist phrases: "There truly is a pivot point within this Blood Tree. I wonder which unlucky soul is inside this coffin?"

"The Ghost Mask said this Tai Xuan Dao Curse was cast by the Limitless Dao Master of Wandao Mountain. Do Daoists use such sinister things when casting spells?" Ye Xiu couldn't believe such a grotesque element existed within a Daoist incantation. It seemed the Master of Wandao Mountain might be considered a practitioner of unorthodox ways. "Hurry up and take a look."

"Why don't you go first..." Old Liu cautiously approached the coffin. He froze solid as a wisp of blood energy surfaced on the branch hanging over the coffin. "How long has the occupant of this coffin been dead for, that there's still blood flowing?"

Ye Xiu followed softly, a cold stream of air pressing against his back. At that moment, all he worried about was the identity of the person lying in the coffin—could it be the God of Death? "Be careful, this fellow might attack."

"Mm." Old Liu gripped his Demon-Breaking Sword and, with a swift thrust of his Thin Surface Blade, flung the coffin lid open. Suddenly, a figure shot out from within. He was clad in a golden robe, but his face was terrifyingly pale.

"Boom..." Ye Xiu’s Black Flame was already coalescing in his hand. Seeing something suddenly rush toward him, he struck with a heavy Black Flame attack. After the resulting explosion, all that remained in the room were drifting shreds of blood and a talisman fluttering erratically. "What was that just now? A person, or a zombie?"

"Damn, your speed is too fast." Old Liu barely dodged the Black Flame and nearly blasted away. He leaped high, snatched the talisman paper from the air, and said, "It looked like a person. If I'm not mistaken, the fellow was wearing a dragon robe. I saw something resembling a long dragon right in the center of his garment."

"A dragon robe? What emperor's tomb would be so desolate?" Ye Xiu muttered to himself, though in his heart, one figure was constantly superimposed over the image: Emperor Jianwen, Zhu Yunwen.

"Woo... woo..." At that moment, a mournful wind suddenly swept through the tree hollow. This inexplicable sound stirred the talisman in Old Liu's hand. The paper flickered, once again revealing the appearance of the Red Cliff Heavenly Script. The entire tree hollow transformed into a natural movie theater.

A middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes stood on a hillside—an unremarkable slope covered in weeds, save for a noticeable moss-covered stone wall.

"Red Cliff Heavenly Script, this is Sun Jia Mountain!" Ye Xiu glanced at Old Liu. They had been to this slope before, and they were familiar with this path. Strangely, the stone wall in the image held nothing resembling the Red Cliff Heavenly Script. "Who is this person? What is he trying to do?"

The middle-aged man faced the stone wall, his profile etched with sorrow. Suddenly, he raised his arm and used his own blood to carve a string of strange symbols onto the rock. As he wrote, tears streamed down his face, soaking the entire wall and deepening the color of the symbols etched in blood.

Old Liu had never seen a man weep with such profound sadness. He joked, "Is this guy the author of the Red Cliff Heavenly Script? Could it be that Zhu Yunwen you mentioned?"

Ye Xiu wasn't sure. He looked at the empty coffin and wondered doubtfully, "Whether this person is Zhu Yunwen or not is irrelevant now. I’m wondering who that corpse in the coffin was? No, who was that person?"

"What is a man doing after finishing his blood-written text in tears? Could it really be, as you suggested, a declaration of war against the Prince of Yan, Zhu Di?" Old Liu became interested. "It seems the pain of losing a throne is something beyond our imagination."

As the middle-aged man collapsed next to the Red Cliff Heavenly Script in emotional collapse, this segment of the vision dissipated. The giant Wutong tree instantly turned to smoke, and gusts of yellow sand began swirling in from nowhere, threatening to engulf the entire world.

"What are you two doing? This is the Sand and Wind Spirit Curse! Breaking this curse will shatter the entire Ghost Formation Eight Trigrams!" Ghost Mask could not perceive the images Ye Xiu and the others were seeing. His voice was urgent, as this was the final curse of the Tai Xuan Dao Curse.

One trouble after another—Ye Xiu drew his sword, intending to charge upwards, but the wind and sand above were even fiercer. Several tornadoes bore down on them from all directions, converging on the pair. "It's all wind and sand! If we get caught, it’s over!"

Old Liu followed close behind Ye Xiu, attempting to jump up to investigate, but the ground beneath their feet instantly dissolved into quicksand. The entire earth was like an ocean of sand. He glanced around, realizing his vision was almost entirely obscured. "It's sand! Nothing but sand! What do we do?"

"The hurricanes are coming, move sideways!" Ye Xiu sank into the quicksand. He tried to take a step, but the sand was too fine and soft. Before his stride was complete, his thighs were already submerged. Just then, a tornado rushed toward him from behind, sweeping him up into the air. "Whoa... Aah..."

"Hey! Damn it." Old Liu had intended to grab Ye Xiu, but at that precise moment, a tornado swept in from behind him as well. He had no chance to escape and was violently whisked away. "Yaaah..."

Looking across the land, it had become a kingdom of sand. Several tornadoes alternated beneath Ye Xiu and Old Liu, tossing them around until they were dizzy and had completely forgotten where they were.

"Find a way to rush into the center of the hurricane; the eye of this Sand and Wind Spirit Curse lies within one of the tornadoes." Ghost Mask studied the situation for a long time before finally locating the mystery. He silently chanted the name of the Limitless Dao Master in his mind, thinking that he had found the right people to break the curse. Once he regained his freedom, the entire Wandao Mountain would know no peace.

"Easy... to say." Ye Xiu was buffeted high into the sky by a tornado. Just before his body plunged into an oncoming hurricane, he managed to alter his trajectory using the Black Flame. He was now caught between two tornadoes, which seemed to possess eyes, forcing him into a dead corner. "Old Liu, are you alright? Where are you?"

The sound of the wind and sand clearly drowned out human voices. Old Liu knew Ye Xiu was calling him but could no longer distinguish the direction. He tried to plunge his Thin Surface Blade into the ground to anchor himself, but the quicksand shifted, rendering the blade useless. Just as another tornado was about to sweep him away, he spotted a ball of Black Flame lighting up ahead. "You clever kid. Ye Xiu, catch the Thin Surface Blade!"

It turned out Ye Xiu was projecting his Black Flame ahead. Language could not travel through the hurricane, but light could. When he noticed a white light piercing through the sand and wind, a surge of joy filled him. Once the Thin Surface Blade was in his hand, he yanked hard, pulling Old Liu toward him. "You're not completely useless after all, you know your boss was summoning you!"

"Hmph, let's get out of here." Old Liu hadn't even firmly planted his feet when he saw two hurricanes bearing down on them with aggressive momentum. He scrambled and leaped, trying to find an escape route, only to find himself cornered. "Damn it, I thought you found a way out, but it looks like you're in trouble too."

Ye Xiu watched the tornadoes approach and said solemnly while pulling Old Liu, "Remember the move we used against those two demon gods, the Ice Flame Twin Blades?"

"What, you want to artificially create a vortex with human strength?" Old Liu felt exhausted just recalling that situation, but there was no other option now; he had to follow Ye Xiu's arrangement. "What should we do? Just spin around on our own?"

"Hold hands, kid!" Ye Xiu smiled and took Old Liu's hand first. Suddenly, he quickened his steps, pulling Old Liu's body into a rapid spin. "Hurry and use your Black Talisman, engage the Qi Jing Dao fully! I'll show you what 'an eye for an eye' means."

"Hey... hey... ah..." Old Liu wasn't prepared. Ye Xiu’s footwork was so fast that Old Liu couldn't even articulate a clear sentence. "You... have to give me... time to activate the Black Talisman."

"Aaaaooo!" At the critical moment, a small Wind Serpent actually flew out from behind Old Liu. As the serpent flapped its wings, it generated a strong gale between Old Liu and Ye Xiu. This gale, small at first, joined their rotation, growing larger and larger.

Old Liu was overjoyed; with the Qi Jing Dao fully active, it was now his turn to propel Ye Xiu into a rapid spin. "I didn't expect this thing Maya gave me to be so useful. We can create a hurricane too."

Ye Xiu knew he couldn't match Old Liu's speed once the Qi Jing Dao was engaged, but time was critical, so he could only cooperate with all his might. Seeing a hurricane approach nearby, without hesitation, he pulled Old Liu and plunged into it. In an instant, the two whirlwinds converged, sparking quite a bit of fire. Sand and debris scattered wildly, and amid the chaotic sounds of cracking and grinding, the hurricane they created actually synchronized with the rotation speed of the other hurricanes. They managed to merge into the center of the other vortexes.

The center of the hurricane was remarkably quiet; they felt no pressure at all. Watching the chaotic sand swirling around them, the two felt rather pleased with themselves.

"Damn it, you actually thought of this method." Old Liu grumbled at Ye Xiu, but it was the only way now. "There's no array eye here like Ghost Mask mentioned. Hurry up and check the next one while my Qi Jing Dao is still active."

"Hoo... You make it sound easy!" Ye Xiu was completely exhausted just trying to keep up with Old Liu's speed. He scanned his surroundings, realizing that three nearby hurricanes had identical shapes and sizes, making it impossible to distinguish the actual array eye. "I can't tell which one is the array eye. Don't worry about me; speed up and check the first three hurricanes."

"Alright, let's go!" Old Liu responded and moved. His speed reached its peak, dragging a flailing Ye Xiu along. As they passed the first three hurricanes together, they moved with formidable momentum. Where they passed, the three hurricanes were directly repelled and thrown aside.