Feng Zikang looked up. He saw a Scarlet-Haired Ghost King leading countless ghost soldiers, surging toward them like a swarm of ants.

Sun Su frowned deeply, letting out a thunderous roar. "Who dares obstruct this Old Sun's path!" "Oh, heavens! Grandpa Sun is here!" The Ghost King heard clearly, immediately dropping the weapon in his hand, turning tail, and fleeing in utter terror.

Those myriad ghost soldiers were nothing more than a disorganized rabble. With their leader gone, before Sun Su could even swing his staff, they had vanished into thin air, scattering with a mighty whoosh.

Feng Zikang and Luo Lianxin stared, stunned, unable to fathom why these specters had charged so fiercely only to flee faster than rabbits moments later. "No need to fear!"

Sun Su chuckled heartily. "These little ghosts are terrified of Old Sun's reputation. Hearing I was here, they naturally dared not cause trouble. I've been here several times before, but never noticed anything amiss. If we are to uncover the truth from three hundred years ago, we must seek out the Ten Yama Kings!" "Agreed!"

Feng Zikang consented, following Sun Su forward. Occasionally, a Ghost King would attempt to block their way. As soon as Sun Su raised his staff, they would scatter, but the few who were slower ended up as ill-fated ghosts under his club, having only themselves to blame.

The journey was smooth; they zipped past the Bridge of Helplessness, crossed the Yellow Springs, burst through the Ghost Gate, and arrived straight at the Yama Temple.

Before them stood a massive, imposing black structure, enveloped in layers of dark mist, appearing both majestic and terrifyingly sinister. Feng Zikang knew that the secret of the Trial Tower must be hidden within this hall. He took a deep breath, turned to Luo Lianxin, and nodded. "Junior Sister, let us enter!" Luo Lianxin also nodded. She had cultivated diligently since childhood, waiting for this very day. This was her Master's wish and her own goal; now that they were here, she could hardly wait another moment.

The only person Feng Zikang truly concerned himself with was his Master, Ye Tiansheng. As for the fates of others, he felt only mild curiosity.

They descended from their sword light and stepped onto the plaza before the Yama Temple. A bronze gate, a hundred zhang high. It was pitch-black, studded with golden rivets, silent and solemn, showing no sign of life. Sun Su laughed loudly. "Hurry up and open the door for Old Sun, or with one swing of my club, this gate won't be in one piece!"

Before the words had faded, a deep rumbling echoed, and the massive doors swung open with a bang. A shower of dust cascaded down, revealing the rolling smoke billowing from within. "Careful!"

Sun Su cautioned them, hefting his giant staff, and strode confidently through the gate. Feng Zikang and Luo Lianxin followed closely, while Huo Zhongguang, looking timid, trailed after them. "Let me... out..." "Release me quickly..."

The sounds of lamentation filled the Yama Temple, yet upon looking around, all they saw was swirling dust and no figures whatsoever. "What is this..."

Sun Su frowned. "I had assumed this was the dwelling place of vengeful spirits, but hearing these wails, it sounds more like the Nascent Soul masters from that time, trapped here, having suffered agony for centuries, causing such cries..." Feng Zikang shuddered. "Brother Sun, are you saying all those Nascent Soul experts were imprisoned here?"

No one knew the secret history from that time; all that was known was that countless Nascent Soul experts vanished after entering the Trial Tower, with only General Lu emerging alive. When questioned about those events, he remained utterly silent and never spoke of them. Later, he died during his tribulation, and no one in the world retained that secret.

Feng Zikang had briefly occupied his body. Had he not been shattered instantly by the high-level Soul Transformation experts then, he might have gleaned some untold past by slowly absorbing the residual soul. Unfortunately, he had been forced to repossess the body of that simple-minded boy, making that method impossible now. Yet, no one—absolutely no one—could have imagined that so many Nascent Soul experts would be confined within this Yama Temple. Sun Su shook his head. "I don't know why, but this thought suddenly occurred to me. My intuition is usually spot-on; I must be right..."

Having achieved the fruit of longevity long ago, he possessed various unbelievable divine abilities—knowing things before seeing them was one such talent. However, his current cultivation had dropped to the Core Condensation stage, obscuring the full history of the matter. Feng Zikang’s expression shifted subtly. If someone possessed the power to capture so many Nascent Soul masters in one fell swoop, their strength must be unfathomably deep. But what their ultimate goal was, remained the most terrifying unknown. Luo Lianxin trembled, equally filled with dread. "What should we do now?"

Sun Su knitted his brow. "The Yama King is acting strangely; I must go confront him. You three search within this hall; see if you can locate the imprisoned Nascent Soul masters and inquire about the situation..." "Understood!"

Feng Zikang agreed; it was the best course of action. Standing still achieved nothing. Searching around might yield clues. They parted ways with Sun Su. Feng Zikang led Luo Lianxin and Huo Zhongguang deeper into the Yama Temple, moving cautiously. The entire Yama Temple was cast from bronze. Even the floor beneath their feet resonated with a metallic clang as they walked. The thick bronze tiles, perfectly square, stretched out before them as if leading to infinity.

Feng Zikang strode forward, his divine sense extending limitlessly. His Formless Heavenly Demon clone, forged even tougher by his Demonic Body, also floated out to probe ahead. Yet, this Yama Temple seemed endless. No matter how far the exploration stretched, there was only empty void. Only a few wisps of black mist drifted about; no sign of any person could be seen. "Senior Brother, I fear there is some mechanism here..."

Luo Lianxin glanced around, her expression wary. "Indeed!"

Feng Zikang nodded; he too had sensed that this Yama Temple was not right. It felt like another secret realm entirely, and within it lingered an aura faintly familiar and intensely loathed by him. Whoever was hidden in this Yama Temple must possess great divine power. But why did their auras feel vaguely familiar to Feng Zikang? He let out a cold snort and suddenly unleashed his sword light, slashing violently against the bronze wall beside them. "Clang!"

The sword light struck the copper wall, spitting out a shower of sparks. A very deep gash was torn into the surface, but it instantly repaired itself, leaving no trace behind. However, in that fleeting moment, Feng Zikang saw something. "Junior Sister... did you see it?" Luo Lianxin nodded. "Yes, I saw it!" Within the copper wall, there seemed to be countless hidden compartments, and inside those compartments were rows upon rows of bronze vats—but what lay within the vats, no one knew! "Good, then let us join forces and break through this copper wall!"

Feng Zikang commanded softly. His sword light flew up, crisscrossing the wall ceaselessly; Luo Lianxin cried out sharply and followed, unleashing her own sword light to help him destroy the bronze barrier! Amidst the resounding crash, a hidden compartment shattered, and a bronze vat flew out!

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