Ye Jiuyou truly had neither a bedchamber nor a temple, yet she did possess a secluded residence, cut off from the outside world by warped space. It could be called a cave-dwelling or an immortal abode, as the common folk might put it. In more vulgar terms, one might indeed call it Ye Jiuyou’s boudoir…0

The space was not unguarded. Lurking around the perimeter were withered skeletal figures, some emanating a formidable aura. It was impossible to tell which ancient demon gods had been turned into corpse puppets by Ye Jiuyou to serve as her silent sentinels. Judging by their presence, they were comparable to beings like Venerable Duoluo or Xue Wu. There could be any number of them stationed here.0

Thus, layered atop the original darkness and silence was now a chilling, malevolent air. The stench of death pervaded the space, making it truly feel like the stronghold of a great villain.0

Even this mere glimpse revealed how much power Ye Jiuyou still held in reserve. The deaths of figures like Dark Oblivion or Underworld Guide had likely meant next to nothing to her. Or perhaps, in her domain, death was never the end. The fallen might simply be reclaimed and used anew.0

Zhao Changhe and the other two, watching from the shadows, could not help but shiver at the thought. If she treated her subordinates this way, what would she do to her enemies? Such souls would truly find no escape, likely to be denied both life and death and cast into eternal torment.0

Breaking into this place was no easier than their prior intrusion into the Night Palace. It was perhaps even more difficult to do so here, as Piaomiao’s power was heavily restricted in such an environment. Fortunately, Zhao Changhe did not have to brute-force his way in. Using the Soul-Capturing Mirror to anchor their position, they bypassed the defenses...0