This monster, nearly three meters tall and covered in thick, coarse hair, was the foundational entity of the Corpse God Cult—the "Corpse King."

The Corpse King was the highest-level corpse slave of the Cult, innately capable of wielding the power of the Five Elements, possessing a body of metal and iron, making it immune to the impact of most blades, swords, and various secret techniques. Each Corpse King required ten thousand years of corpse refining arts for tempering, absorbing countless wisps of Death Qi, rendering it one of the most terrifying entities in the cosmos.

With the Corpse King's appearance, dense, sinister Death Qi surged from the bottom of this Windy Isle, spewing forth like thick, congealed liquid, all converging upon the Corpse King. The Windy Isle had another name: Burial Isle, the resting place for the Ancient Clan’s dead.

Many martial artists of the Ancient Clan, upon their demise, were interred on this Windy Isle. Over time, countless martial artists' remains had been buried beneath the island—these corpses, under the unique conditions of the Windy Isle, had their Death Qi preserved from dissipation by sunlight, remaining latent underground.

Qing Ming chose the Windy Isle as the temporary residence for the Corpse God Cult precisely because he recognized the island's unique properties and the multitude of martial artist corpses beneath it.

The Corpse King submerged itself into the earth, drawing upon the ambient Death Qi to cultivate. After this period of acclimatization, it had gained a massive replenishment of Death Qi from the island itself.

Standing before Qing Ming, the Corpse King possessed terrifyingly long fangs that nearly reached its chin, and its hands ended in nails like ten razor-sharp, narrow swords, each about a meter long. Wisps of Death Qi, like long earthworms, trailed from the tips of those claws, writhing eerily in the void.

The Corpse King rapidly gathered the Death Qi of the Windy Isle, its pair of ashen-gray eyes, devoid of human emotion, staring blankly at Shi Yan, seemingly awaiting a command from Qing Ming.

Tian Hou and Di Huang, the two Prefects of the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven, also quietly materialized, subtly positioning themselves to keep Shi Yan locked in their sights, one slightly ahead of the other.

Tian Hou, Fan Xiangyun, wore a light purple dress that was slightly fitted, covering most of her knees. A stretch of snow-white calf gleamed with an ethereal light. The dress accentuated her figure, revealing a slender waist and full hips, while her prominent, heavy bosom seemed ready to burst the fabric, conveying an overwhelming sense of ripeness.

Her crimson lips were lush and vibrant, her beautiful eyes shimmering with intoxicating allure. She watched Shi Yan with a gentle smile, like a big sister next door, seeming intent on drawing him into a waking nightmare. Di Huang stood behind her, silent, yet he suddenly sat down, idly fanning himself with a white folding fan painted with the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" design—exuding the cultured grace of a scholarly elder.

Qing Ming wore a masked face of green tusks, his body shrouded in a loose, black robe, his eyes glowing an eerie, oily green, like vipers in a dark cavern, constantly seeking an opportunity to strike and devour.

Martial artists from the Three Gods Cult and the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven slowly emerged from the surrounding caverns in the dead, silent mountains, watching Shi Yan coldly from the entrances.

Yin Hai was among them.

Clutching a silver mourning staff, Yin Hai’s face was the pallor of the dead. He grinned sinisterly, anticipating Shi Yan’s demise.

Three Divine Realm martial artists, dozens of experts from the Nirvana Nest and Heaven Rank, meant the combined forces of the Corpse God Cult and the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven seemed entirely amassed on this desolate island.

Shi Yan, subtly encircled by Qing Ming, Tian Hou, and Di Huang, felt a sudden chill, and his expression darkened instantly.

This was a trap, meticulously set just for him!

The moment Qing Ming appeared, he understood. As the Corpse King, Tian Hou, and Di Huang revealed themselves one by one, his heart sank to the bottom; he knew he had finally encountered a formidable challenge, and leaving this barren island intact would likely prove impossible. “Little Brother, you’ve killed so many from our two factions; life must have been quite comfortable lately, yes?” Fan Xiangyun smiled sweetly, her voluptuous figure swaying as if moved by the wind, her full breasts seeming to ripple along with her—sending out waves of mesmerizing light. A subtle, seductive aura spilled outward like a magnetic field, instantly enveloping the entire area.

The surrounding Corpse God Cult members and the male disciples of the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven flushed crimson, as if they had ingested a potent aphrodisiac, their eyes practically spitting fire as they stared unblinkingly at her, desperate to consume her whole. Even Di Huang showed a brief flash of desire in his eyes, his breathing growing marginally more rapid. Shi Yan’s gaze suddenly became distant.

Standing before Fan Xiangyun amidst the silent mountains, he found the scene bizarrely transforming…

The surrounding peaks seemed to morph into ornate pavilions and magnificent palaces; the ground beneath his feet became a royal feast hall carpeted in luxurious silks.

Beside him, an array of exquisitely beautiful young maidens suddenly materialized. These maidens began to casually shed their garments, breathing soft, fragrant sighs, their red lips moving as they displayed the most captivating contours of their graceful bodies, all turning to him with affectionate gazes, winding themselves around him…

This decadent, sensual environment seemed capable of excavating the deepest desires hidden in anyone’s heart, turning a person into a beast, dragging forth their inner demons, and swallowing all reason whole.

Fan Xiangyun tittered, her alluring figure swaying gently, as she secretly unleashed the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven’s Saint-grade martial technique, the "Bone-Corroding Dreamscape." Using her sweet laughter and enchanting gaze, she drew Shi Yan deep into the dream, seducing his very soul, ensuring he would be trapped, unable to awaken from the illusion.

Everyone watching outside—every male present—was affected.

Regardless of whether they were Cult disciples accustomed to the company of corpse slaves or Yin-Yang Cave Heaven disciples intimately familiar with male-female matters, regardless of whether they were Nirvana Nest Realm or Heaven Rank, all were lost within this “Bone-Corroding Dreamscape.” They lost sense of self, their gazes burning with heat mixed with confusion, staring vacantly at Fan Xiangyun.

Even Di Huang was slightly affected, revealing that his state of mind was indeed a notch below Fan Xiangyun’s; this explained why Fan Xiangyun's counsel was required on major policy decisions within the Yin-Yang Cave Heaven.

The only person in the immediate area unaffected was Qing Ming! His oily green eyes held only malice and strangeness, not a trace of bewilderment.

“Tian Hou, is that enough?” Qing Ming watched for a moment, his voice hoarse. “Don’t waste everyone’s time. I’ll have the Corpse King eliminate him now; one clean stroke, avoiding any unexpected complications.” “No, no,” Fan Xiangyun chirped flirtatiously, seeming to take delight in the moment. She winked seductively at Qing Ming, covering her mouth as she giggled. “I told you, I want this boy to die of exhaustion. He’s already in the dreamscape now—he has no autonomous will. No matter what I do to him, he won’t resist; he can only submit to me.”

Saying this, she completely disregarded the onlookers and walked toward Shi Yan with a sweet smile, beginning to unfasten her own clothing.

A flicker of disgust crossed Qing Ming’s eyes, and he snorted coldly. “This boy is only at the Nirvana Nest Realm. How much benefit could you possibly gain from merely siphoning off his vitality?”

“But he’s the one who once severed Mo Qikai’s arm!” Fan Xiangyun replied with a light laugh, though her beautiful eyes suddenly turned icy as she glanced at Qing Ming with displeasure. “There must be more than just Nirvana Nest Realm power inside him. If I drain the strength of such a powerhouse, I will certainly gain immense benefits. Qing Ming, you must comply with me, or my efforts will be in vain, won’t they?”

“Very well. His body is yours, but everything else he carries must belong to me!” the leader of the Corpse God Cult grumbled.

“We can discuss the ownership of the secret treasures later,” Fan Xiangyun said, her face wreathed in smiles while her eyes grew colder. “You can take the Heavenly Fire, but don’t even think about laying a hand on his Divine Sword!”

With that, Fan Xiangyun arrived beside Shi Yan. She first exhaled a puff of scented breath onto his face, then gently laid him down on the ground.

A dark red curtain suddenly materialized from her Void Ring, enveloping both her and Shi Yan. Only the shadowy outlines of their figures were visible, showing what she was doing, but obscuring the fine details.

The sweet dream felt as real as illusion; it was a strange realm where one could apparently attain everything and cast aside all troubles, releasing the most primitive desires of the heart.

A succession of beautiful women, varying in figure but all equally mesmerizing, flowed around him, displaying the most enchanting charms, clinging to him with tender affection.

Shi Yan seemed truly lost within the dream.

Inside the curtain, Fan Xiangyun watched him with a smile, subtly monitoring the changes in his eyes while gently lowering the clothes covering his lower body. Upon seeing the towering peak that shot straight up, Fan Xiangyun’s smile became even more brilliant.

Slowly pulling off the final layers of cloth, Fan Xiangyun’s own exquisite core was fully revealed. With a soft giggle, she swayed her full hips, moving deliberately to settle herself over Shi Yan’s erection.

“Ah!”

Fan Xiangyun suddenly cried out, her seductive face a mask of panic, desperately trying to pull herself away.

A chill that pierced to the bone spread throughout her body from her most intimate place. Strands of ice-like cold energy shot out from below, tearing through her internal organs, infiltrating every corner of her delicate frame and every piece of her skeleton with profound, icy cold.

Shi Yan’s previously hazy and passionate eyes suddenly hardened with cold ruthlessness!

Without hesitation, he raised his hands and seized her heavy, snow-white breasts. Imprints of his palms exploded into existence, instantly penetrating and detonating within the expanse of Fan Xiangyun’s magnificent cleavage.

“Boom!”

Fan Xiangyun’s beautiful, delicate body shattered the curtain, flying upward from the very top!

Her two slender, beautiful legs froze instantly, the pure white moisture between her thighs crystallized into ice, and her alluring mound exploded like two water balloons suddenly bursting open.

Her shimmering, watery eyes no longer held any trace of seduction, but were filled only with utter terror!

Screaming wildly and shrilly, she clutched her chest in mid-air, seemingly trying to staunch the eruption there, but crimson blood could not be stopped from leaking between her fingers, flowing like a trickling stream down her pale body before instantly solidifying into blood-red ice lines at her lower abdomen—a vision of sickening, yet strangely beautiful, scarlet gore.

Shi Yan, still shrouded within the curtain, wore an expression of icy coldness. He grinned savagely and violently channeled his full strength, surging toward the still-falling Fan Xiangyun in mid-air.

Determined to utterly destroy her.