“Burial grounds…” Ye Xun’s expression shifted, and he muttered to himself, “Years ago, even that jailer failed to kill me here. Who’d have thought that after all these years, my disciples and grand disciples would threaten to kill me here in his stead…?”

He looked dazed, and it was obvious that he’d lost control over his emotions.

When they heard this, the man in Daoist robes and the other experts frowned.

The red-robed elder said disdainfully, “Has the old-timer lost his wits?”

Another expert shouted, “Elder Gu, hurry up and deal with them! Otherwise, they’ll get in the way of the refining process, and all of our work and sacrifices will go to waste!”

The man in Daoist robes nodded. His eyes flashed like cold lightning, and the imposing aura of the Spiritual Incarnation Realm suddenly spread from his tall, stalwart frame, making the surrounding skies tremble.

“I’ll count to three,” he said coldly. “If you haven’t left by the time I finish counting, you’re dead.”

The atmosphere was instantly incomparably stifled and oppressive.

Xuan Zhi’s expression shifted dramatically, and she said, “Young Lord Su, you’d best hurry up and leave!”

It was as if Ye Xun couldn’t even hear her. He just stood there in a daze, as if he had no idea what was happening around him.

Su Yi...