Chapter 937

The exit was opened.

Yet everyone turned to look at He Pingsheng.

Without He Pingsheng speaking, not a single person dared to enter.

“Enough!” He Pingsheng, who was using all his magic power to hold open the exit, looked at them and said: “Leave quickly—I can only keep this open for half a stick of incense!”

Only after He Pingsheng spoke did the others each turn into streaks of light and pass through the exit.

In less than ten breaths, only Duan Feihong and the Tianweidicheng Empress remained.

“You two, leave quickly too!” He Pingsheng gestured with his head.

Duan Feihong asked: “You’re holding open the exit—we’ve all left. How will you get out?”

“Yes!” The Tianweidicheng Empress was equally confused.

Right now, He Pingsheng is sustaining the vortex, so others can escape.

But if He Pingsheng wants to leave, who will keep the vortex open?

It’s a dead loop.

“Don’t worry!” He Pingsheng said: “I have my own way out… If I can’t get out, you can always come back and help me later!”

“Alright!” Duan Feihong nodded and turned into a streak of light and flew out.

The Tianweidicheng Empress followed right after.

In the entire Spirit Realm, only He Pingsheng remained.

He glanced around, then at the vortex, frowned slightly, and sent out a thread of temporal power.

The divine technique [Temporal Paralysis] instantly froze the vortex in place.

The next instant, He Pingsheng’s body shot to the vortex’s side; as he released the Temporal Paralysis, he used [Void Dash] to escape this world before the vortex closed.

A familiar aura reached him.

He had finally returned to the Spirit Realm.

“Comrade He!”

“Great! You’re finally out!”

“Greetings, Comrade He!”

“Thank you, Comrade He!”

“Your kindness cannot be repaid—I will remember it for the rest of my life, Comrade He!”

Hundreds of Demon Emperors still waited at the exit.

He Pingsheng bowed to them all and said: “No problem.”

Someone said: “It’s these damned Jin Ku clan who sealed us in this small world!”

“Without Comrade He, we’d have died here!”

“Now, who’s with me to go confront the Jin Ku clan and demand answers?”

“I…”

“I’m coming!”

“Let’s go, let’s go…”

Before He Pingsheng could react, someone tore open the void and headed straight for the Jin Ku family.

Of course, He Pingsheng himself also wanted answers, so he followed the crowd to the Jin Ku clan.

Hundreds of Demon Emperors descended; the Jin Ku clan’s Mahayana Emperor immediately activated their defense array.

The defense array spanned hundreds of zhang in diameter, glowing with golden light, utterly impregnable!

“Jin Bu Huan… you bastard, come out!”

“If you don’t, we’ll smash this broken array to pieces in an instant!”

After all, there were too many Demon Emperors.

If hundreds of Demon Emperors attacked together, even a ninth-rank defense array couldn’t hold.

Inside the array, a dozen Jin Ku Demon Emperors looked grim.

They never imagined the people trapped in the Jin Ku Immortal Ruins had escaped?

How did they escape?

Jin Bu Huan’s gaze swept the crowd—and suddenly locked onto He Pingsheng in the void. He trembled violently: Ruined… ruined… this bastard has reached Mahayana Emperor realm already?

“Hummm…”

Jin Bu Huan, his face contorted in agony, flew out from within the array and said, “Please, let me explain!”

“Ladies and gentlemen… please…”

“Don’t rush!”

“I’ll explain everything!”

“I didn’t deliberately seal you in the Jin Ku Immortal Ruins—think: if I’d trapped you, what benefit would my Jin Ku family gain except losing a secret realm?”

Hearing this, the crowd calmed down.

Jin Bu Huan continued: “I didn’t seal you!”

“Our Jin Ku clan was suppressed by the Dragon and Phoenix clans—they broke our array, took control of all our disciples, and stole the key to open the Immortal Ruins!”

“Everything was done by the Dragon and Phoenix clans!”

“To be honest, the Phoenix clan’s goal was to trap Comrade He and your Wu clan friends—to kill two birds with one stone!”

Someone asked Jin Bu Huan: “What’s the current state of the Spirit Realm?”

Jin Bu Huan said: “There’s been little change—return to your own clans and you’ll see. But… I heard the Wu clan has been wiped out!”

“The Qilin clan has also weakened greatly!”

“And… and…” Jin Bu Huan spoke, his eyes fixed on He Pingsheng, hesitating.

He Pingsheng’s brow furrowed—he felt a bad premonition: “Speak!”

Jin Bu Huan said: “It’s said that roughly four hundred and twenty years ago, the Phoenix clan destroyed your Gu Song Mountain!”

“It’s said Gu Song Mountain is now nothing but ruins!”

“I don’t know the exact details.”

“What?” He Pingsheng’s spirit surged violently: “Good… good… Jin Bu Huan, if you’ve made any dirty deal with the Phoenix clan, you’d better regret it!”

“And if my family is dead… hmph… you know the consequences!”

Rip…

Without another word, He Pingsheng reached out and tore open a void passage to Gu Song Mountain on the Heavenly Fire Continent!

…

Gu Song Mountain!

Snow-covered white!

Snowflakes continuously fell from the void.

In the center of the vast mountain range lay a volcanic crater filled with magma.

A violent energy blast swept through, blowing away all snow and wind within ten thousand zhang.

Boom…

A streak of light fell from the void and crashed into the volcanic crater.

Then, the streak rose again from the molten lava.

But before she could enter the void, she saw the surrounding aura of Mahayana Emperor cultivation.

“Luo Bingyao…”

“Today, you will die without fail!”

In the void stood a woman clad in purple Dao robes.

Her face was pale, her features striking, her cultivation base at Mahayana Emperor Level Four.

He Pingsheng recognized her: Feng Wanxi, the Phoenix clan’s once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy.

Beside Feng Wanxi stood three other Mahayana Emperors.

Two men, one woman.

The woman—he also recognized her: the Thirteenth Elder of the Phoenix clan, who had once tried to disrupt him and Wang Dun during the Stone Platform Gathering.

“Speak—where is He Tianya hiding?”

“And where are the other five incarnations of He Pingsheng?”

“Tell us, and we might consider sparing your life!”

“He Pingsheng will never come to the Spirit Realm—why die for him?”

“You’ve worked hard to reach Mahayana Emperor!”

“Even with your talent, you can’t possibly defeat all four of us!”

In Feng Wanxi’s hand, a crimson sword shimmered with faint, elusive light.

The sword was powerful—it could seal space.

“Luo Bingyao!” the Thirteenth Elder also said: “You’re already severely wounded, and your incarnations have been captured. Keep resisting, and death is your only path!”

“Think carefully!”