Only now did I understand the true intention of my ancestral master in giving me the saber. Their plan was for me to use the Life-Severing Saber against the Master of the Heavenly Prison.

None of us knew how high the Master of the Heavenly Prison's cultivation truly was. The only way to restrain him was to compete with him in lifespan.

Shang Xingyan changed my lifespan to three thousand years, so that I would have a fighting chance when I met him.

My father wasn't hiding from anyone when he spoke. Yu Wusheng said, "Don't worry, Lord. We will transfer our lifespans before we die. No matter who encounters the Master of the Heavenly Prison last, we can fight to the death."

My father patted my shoulder again, "Go! I'll be waiting for you at home!"

I raised my saber and pointed it at the Jianmu tree spreading into the shattered space: "Everyone, the time to fulfill the mission of the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren has come. May there be no more Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren in the Yang Realm after this battle."

"May there be no more Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren in the Yang Realm!"

The three thousand Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren roared in unison, shaking the earth and mountains!

I looked at the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren holding weapons, standing fearlessly, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Such men, such heroes, were soon to spill their blood in the Heavenly Prison and die heroically.

I didn't even know their names, nor did I remember their faces.

I couldn't say whether the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren were the lifeline Heaven had given us, or the tragedy it had left us.

But I knew that the legend of the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, starting from Xie Ban Gui, would end after this battle.

This battle was destined to be a heroic feat no one would witness, nor would it be recorded in history and passed down through the ages.

Perhaps, many years later, people in the martial world would still mention that a group of people who borrowed life from the underworld to slay demons and monsters had appeared in the world of magic.

But by then, no one would remember why we appeared, or why we died in battle.

I subconsciously said, "If any of us can survive, find someone who can write books and have him write down our story."

"Let's call the book *Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren*, shall we?"

"The legend of the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren should not be buried."

"Boundless world of martial arts, glorious Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren."

As I spoke, the Jianmu tree had already connected the space near the Yin-Yang Inn.

Yu Wusheng said, "Lord, it's time for us to strike!"

"Wait!" I said in a deep voice, "I've been observing the frequency of the Heavenly Souls' movements. If we go out now, we'll immediately run into this wave of Heavenly Soul reinforcements."

"After they come out, there will be a gap of about an hour in the Heavenly Prison. That will be the best time for us to charge."

As I was speaking, a large number of Heavenly Souls swarmed out of the Heavenly Prison. The allied forces of the magic world were defeated again and again, and were pushed towards the foot of the mountain by the reinforced Heavenly Souls.

I watched as fewer and fewer Heavenly Souls guarded the gate of the Heavenly Prison, and raised my saber to point at the Jianmu tree: "Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, charge!"

Ye Yang and I charged directly into the depths of space. There were no war drums here, no flags, no shouts of charging, but it was our last persistence as Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren.

As I charged all the way in, the Five Directions Tomb, which had been controlled by Di Xiansheng before, was activated at the same time, and all the exits of the Yin-Yang Inn facing Liangjie Mountain were opened.

The demons and monsters imprisoned in the Yin-Yang Inn jumped out of the exits and into the backs of the Heavenly Souls, immediately disrupting their formation.

The Heavenly Souls who were still fighting with the generals of the underworld immediately split half of their forces to pounce on the rampaging demons and ghosts in the army.

Li Chunfeng seized the opportunity and shouted, "The entire army, attack! Block the entrance to the Heavenly Prison!"

Wang Xiaohuan's Mountain and Sea Mystic Cavalry roared out of the spatial gap, and diagonally inserted themselves into the back of the Heavenly Souls. They quickly formed a formation with heavy shields, and forcibly blocked the Heavenly Souls who were returning to defend the prison gate.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Shura Army, and the Coffin Gate jumped out of the formation one after another and fought with the Heavenly Souls.

Lin Zhao clenched his fists and roared, "Coffin Gate members, all transform into coffins, and bury all the Heavenly Souls."

The strange red light that transformed on the members of the Coffin Gate was like countless strands of hair entangling the Heavenly Souls, dragging them towards their own bodies. Figures disappeared into the bodies of the Coffin Gate members, until their bodies could no longer withstand the accumulating Heavenly Souls, then they madly charged into the battle and exploded in the crowd.

In just a moment, half of the Coffin Gate disciples had cleared an open space in front of the Heavenly Prison.

At the same time, the phantoms of the Yellow Springs Twin Lotus also appeared behind Lin Zhao and Lin Xian.

"Don't risk your lives yet, I'm going to find someone." Wang Butcher went straight to a sorcerer sitting in the corner: "May I ask if you are Grandmaster Guan!"

That person was none other than Guan Tianya, the Grandmaster of Music among the Four Grandmasters of the world.

Wang Butcher had already seen in the portrait that the other two Grandmasters had attacked Liangjie Mountain from the front. Guan Tianya had not appeared all this time, and he thought that the other party would not come.

Unexpectedly, Guan Tianya was hiding in the ranks of the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren and entered the Yin-Yang Inn.

No, Wang Butcher keenly realized that Guan Tianya was also a Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren.

Guan Tianya adjusted the strings of his zither and said, "I didn't want to come, but I didn't expect my good-for-nothing disciple to sneak into the Yin-Yang Inn, so I had no choice but to come."

"I'll help you block the Heavenly Souls first, and you go find my disciple."

Wang Butcher faced Grandmaster Guan Tianya and said, "Then I have to see how powerful Grandmaster Tianya's *Grievance Song* really is."

"If the *Grievance Song* is not as powerful as the legend says, wouldn't I be helping you find someone for nothing?"

Guan Tianya retorted with a smile: "Who will be the core of the formation for me? Will you do it?"

"I will!" Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin walked out together.

Legend has it that Guan Tianya's *Grievance Song* is not played with musical instruments, but sung by gathering aggrieved spirits.

Guan Tianya doesn't care what kind of aggrieved spirits he will encounter when he plays the *Grievance Song*. All he cares about is whether the ghosts at the core of the formation meet his requirements.

Guan Tianya sized up the two girls and nodded, "Well! Their qualifications are acceptable, come here!"