Mo Wuji looked in pleasant surprise at the faint, ethereal purple Dao law before him. He finally understood why You Jie had said that neither he nor his father could take away this Dao law. He was also more certain that this purple Dao law was exactly the same as the one he had extracted from the golden ladder.

This must be a Cosmic Dao law, no doubt. Mo Wuji took a deep breath, and just as he was about to step closer to take a better look, he suddenly stopped and shouted coldly, "Who's there?"

A faint shadow gradually became clearer. Even though it became clearer, Mo Wuji still couldn't make out his features; he could only see a dark reddish hue. At the same time, he felt a kind of Yin energy emanating from this person, as if he had crawled up from the nineteenth level of hell.

He had never met this person before, yet this person gave Mo Wuji a sense of familiarity. Not only that, but Mo Wuji vaguely sensed that this person's cultivation seemed to be above his own.

He was at Quasi-Sage Level 9; above him would be a Saint. Not everyone's Dao was like his Mortal Dao, with ten, eleven, and twelve layers of cultivation.

"Little ant, you have good luck, actually finding this place one step ahead of this Saint. Too bad for you," the dark reddish, blurred figure said indifferently, clearly viewing Mo Wuji as nothing more than an ant.

"You're a Saint?" Mo Wuji asked with some surprise. The golden ladder that Luo Xu Saint had descended on was clearly drained of its Cosmic Dao law by him. Where did this guy come from?

"Haha..." The dark reddish man laughed loudly, and the rules of the Great Dao suddenly covered the entire space, seeming to completely bind Mo Wuji within his space.

Mo Wuji didn't move. This dark reddish man's strength shouldn't be below his, but he didn't care. With the perfect rules of his Mortal Dao, what if he was a Saint? He wouldn't be able to bind his space with the rules of heaven and earth. At this moment, he was sensing the other party's spatial rules, and he felt it. He had indeed encountered the other party's aura before. Back in the Great Desolate Sea, he, Da Ning Monk, and Gu Yongxiao from the third level of the Broken World had joined forces to kill a guy from the Underworld called Yuan Jie.

After Gu Yongxiao was rescued by Mo Wuji from the statue on the third level of the Broken World, Yuan Jie chased him to the Great Desolate Sea. At that time, Mo Wuji and Da Ning Monk were preparing to enter the Seven World Stone, and when they encountered such a thing, they naturally helped without hesitation.

"So it's someone from the Seven Nether Palace. Back then, I killed a guy called Yuan Jie, who was one of the Seven Kings of the Seven Nether Palace, the Soul-Seizing King. You wouldn't also be one of the Seven Kings, would you?" Mo Wuji said calmly.

Back then, he needed to join forces with Da Ning Monk and the others to kill Yuan Jie because if it was leaked that they had killed Yuan Jie, they would never have peace.

But now Mo Wuji was already at the Quasi-Sage Level 9, nearly at the pinnacle. One step further would be Quasi-Sage Level 10. He wasn't even afraid of Saints, so how could he fear one of the Seven Kings of the Seven Nether Palace?

When he killed Yuan Jie back then, that guy was at most a peak Immortal Emperor. Even if the guy in front of him was a hundred times stronger than Yuan Jie, Mo Wuji wouldn't care. It seemed he had been overthinking things.

"Very good. So the Soul-Seizing King, one of the Seven Kings I left in the Underworld, was actually killed by you. Today, this Saint will see how much soul oil you can produce..." After the dark reddish man heard Mo Wuji's words, killing intent overflowed from his body, and the space he had bound was instantly invaded by this killing intent.

A gloomy, dark brown hand grabbed towards Mo Wuji, and the space was instantly filled with Yin energy, which could turn a person's soul into Nether Crystals in a short amount of time.

The Seven Kings under his command were all irreplaceable. An Immortal Emperor couldn't simply replace the position of a King. Now that Mo Wuji had admitted to killing the Soul-Seizing King under his command, causing his strength to stagnate for so many years, how could he let Mo Wuji off?

As soon as the dark reddish man made his move, Mo Wuji knew he had miscalculated. This guy was more than a hundred times stronger than the original Yuan Jie? Even countless hundreds of times wasn't enough.

This guy was probably really a Saint. Mo Wuji had fought with the silver-robed man who had been strengthened by the Cosmic Dao law, and he knew that this dark reddish man's strength wouldn't be weaker than the silver-robed man's.

If it were before, Mo Wuji could only retreat and flee, but now Mo Wuji wasn't afraid at all.

Back then, he was only at Quasi-Sage Level 5, but now he was at Quasi-Sage Level 9, and his strength had risen countless levels.

At the same time that the gloomy hand grabbed towards him, Mo Wuji blasted out with a finger.

The space controlled by the dark reddish man instantly transformed into Mo Wuji's world. Within this world, he was the master.

The space of rules didn't bind Mo Wuji in the slightest, and even that dark reddish handprint was directly shattered by Mo Wuji's Heaven and Earth Finger.

In the instant that Mo Wuji's Heaven and Earth Finger blasted out, the dark reddish man's figure became solid. His face was still dark red, and it was impossible to see his original complexion, but his eyes showed deep shock. In the small Dark World, there was someone who could so easily break his spatial rules and tear apart his handprint with a single finger.

The shock was only momentary. A blood-red spear was summoned by this dark reddish man, and the spear swept down, stirring up a river of blood like a tidal wave.

It looked like this river of blood was like Mo Wuji's Long River Divine Art, but Mo Wuji knew that this surging river of blood was definitely not the Long River Divine Art.

His Long River Divine Art had a majestic momentum, carrying an aura of unwavering advance. But this river of blood carried a strange aura of slaughter. Everything swept over by the river of blood would be annihilated within it.

Mo Wuji's vortex domain stacked madly, and the Seven World Finger even unleashed two consecutive fingers.

The third finger: Creation. The fourth finger: Yin Yang!

Yin Yang is the carbon, Creation is the work.

"Boom!" The Dao rhythm of the Mortal Dao collided with the Dao rhythm of the Underworld, and the rules of the Mortal Dao transformed into a furnace of heaven and earth, forcibly swallowing the surging river of blood into it.

The Creation Finger wanted to annihilate this surging river of blood, carrying endless slaughtering aura.

"Boom boom boom!" Continuous rumbling sounds erupted, and the river of blood exploded into billions of blood-colored mists. These billions of blood-colored mists transformed again into blood spears, forcibly tearing apart Mo Wuji's Creation.

Creation was destroyed, and Yin Yang was born.

When heaven and earth are in harmony, all things are born; when Yin and Yang connect, changes arise. The exploded blood-colored mist was strangled by the Yin Yang Finger at this moment. The extremely eerie aura of the Underworld was swept away by the Yin Yang Finger, and an aura of death enveloped the dark reddish man.

So strong! The dark reddish man was shocked in his heart. Since his debut, he had never seen such a powerful guy except for those few Saints. This guy looked unremarkable, so why was he so terrifyingly powerful?

Countless hand seals were blasted out by him, and at this moment, the Dao rhythm around him formed a substance. Seven consecutive rivers of blood rolled out, transforming into seven blood-colored dragons.

These seven blood-colored dragons directly tore apart Mo Wuji's stacked vortex domain, stirring up endless blood-fiend aura.

His first rolling river of blood had been annihilated by Mo Wuji's Creation Finger and Yin Yang Finger. He didn't believe that Mo Wuji could still deal with his seven consecutive rivers of blood.

Even if that old Luo Xu came, he would have to avoid his seven rivers of blood. As long as Mo Wuji retreated, he would take the Cosmic Dao law and run away at the first opportunity. He could see that even if Mo Wuji wasn't as strong as him, he couldn't do anything to Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji sneered. He didn't know how many times he had experienced this kind of situation, so how could he not know the dark red-faced man's plan?

Not only did he not retreat, but he directly rushed into the seven endless rivers of blood, raised his hand, and pointed out another finger.

The sixth finger of the Seven World Finger: Illusion!

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want the Dark World to suffer even greater destruction, he would have even unleashed his Great Destruction Art.

Under Illusion, everything is annihilated. Dust remains dust, and earth remains earth.

"Boom boom boom!" The Mortal Dao and the Underworld Dao collided unreservedly at this moment. The rules tore apart the sky, completely blasting this place into nothingness.

Or rather, apart from the purple Dao law that was blasted out, nothing else could exist anymore.

The blood color exploded, and half of the Dark World's boundary domain turned dark red.

Mo Wuji was wrapped in this dark red Yin energy, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it, and directly raised his hand to grab the purple Dao law.

The dark red Underworld energy, leaking with an aura of death, turned into nothingness under the Dao rhythm of the Illusion Finger as soon as it touched Mo Wuji's domain.

The dark red-faced man became anxious. Mo Wuji could ignore his river of blood Dao rhythm, but he couldn't ignore Mo Wuji's Illusion Finger. Although he had a way to break Mo Wuji's Illusion Finger, Mo Wuji had already grabbed towards the purple Dao law. What use would it be for him to break the Illusion Finger now? His only purpose in coming here was that Cosmic Dao law.

"Stop!" Seeing that Mo Wuji's hand was about to grab the Cosmic Dao law, the dark red-faced man couldn't care about anything else. He roared madly, and at the same time, his body swelled violently, merging himself with the blood spear and transforming into a rolling blood river tens of thousands of feet long that swept towards Mo Wuji.

(That's all for today's update, good night friends!)