Zhou Yin picked up the Cold Wood Bow from Mu Jie's hands and said to Yun Zong, "I'll shoot, you block the demon beasts."

Yun Zong nodded without saying more. He drew out his Wuchang Blade and stepped forward.

"Can you simulate the physical form of an arrow using spiritual power?" Zhou Yin asked Mu Jie.

Mu Jie said, "Let me try." She extended her hand, gathering all her spiritual power in her palm, trying to focus her mind and form an intention, but she couldn't calm her mind.

Mu Qi had already flown over, looking frightened, followed by a large group of ice and snow demon beasts.

Seeing Mu Jie and the others, she cried out in great relief, "Younger Sister Jie, save me!"

Yun Zong was most annoyed by this kind of noisy woman. Seeing a demon beast stabbing towards her waist, he ignored it. Mu Qi had been injured before, and now being hit in the waist and shoulder, she fainted from the extreme pain, which allowed Yun Zong to deal with the remaining demon beasts in peace and quiet.

"Calm your mind, meditate." Zhou Yin's calm voice sounded by her ear, and Mu Jie's heart actually slowly settled down.

Lightning condensed in her hand, sparks flying, slowly taking shape, from a small purplish-red sphere, gradually elongating and thinning, finally turning into the shape of an arrow.

"Give it to me," Zhou Yin said.

Mu Jie grasped it and handed it to Zhou Yin.

Zhou Yin took this "arrow", took out a Raging Fire Thunderbolt Talisman and attached it to the arrowhead, then nocked it on the Cold Wood Bow.

Draw, aim, release.

The arrow imbued with the spiritual power of two Foundation Establishment cultivators flew out like a meteor, straight towards the red sun.

The arrow hit the red sun dead center.

Countless fiery red fragments instantly shattered, and as those fragments turned to ashes in the air, the light illuminating the earth vanished in an instant, and the entire ice and snow world gradually darkened.

The ice beneath their feet began to crack and collapse.

They fell endlessly without any support.

There was nothing that could stop this falling trend.

Mu Qi's hysterical screams could be heard.

Mu Jie thought, this elder cousin of hers from the main family was ultimately too pampered. Even though she was regarded as an unparalleled genius in the family and was doted on, able to get the best of everything, she had never experienced any trials and tribulations before, so her current performance was no different from an ordinary person.

"This world is about to end," she heard Zhou Yin say.

Then what will we encounter?

Amidst the ice and snow storm, before she could ask this question, darkness had already enveloped her sight.

Pitch black, but not complete darkness. Zhou Yin could feel different energies flowing around him.

For cultivators, mountains have mountain energy, water has water energy, and a person's three souls and seven spirits are also a kind of energy.

After a cultivator perishes, theoretically their souls should dissipate, but if their obsession is too deep, or if they are people of firm will, often their souls do not completely disappear but are scattered and incomplete. Over time, if the souls have no place to go, the original living energy will transform into resentment and malevolent energy.

The boundless resentment flowing around him right now, Zhou Yin could even sense their various experiences when he closed his eyes.

Many cultivators came here one after another for the legendary magic treasure, but all perished, forever sleeping here. In the thousand years since the Lianyin Immortal Residence became known to the world, every time quite a few people entered, but in the end very few could escape unscathed.

Those people died here, their three souls and seven spirits scattered but not extinguished, forming resentment. Over time, this resentment grew heavier, condensing into clusters, gathering together to become the resentful energy currently surrounding Zhou Yin.

This resentful energy exerted immense pressure, carrying the experience of hundreds of years of miserable deaths here, wrapping around the living beings, eager to devour them.

In such an environment, especially in the surrounding darkness, if one's will is slightly weak, their thoughts can easily become trapped in it, bewitched and assimilated, eventually leading to spiritual energy disorder, Qi deviation, and death.

The ground was also invisible, but it seemed that every step could tread on solid ground. Zhou Yin's steps did not stop as he kept walking forward.

Countless resentful energy gathered around him, more and more, until he was shrouded in a layer of thick black energy from head to toe.

Shrill and piercing wails could be heard, the resentment of the cultivators who had died here before. This resentment did not dissipate for a thousand years, accumulating over time, the resentment of being forced to be trapped here life after life erupted, venting on the latecomers, leading to a vicious cycle.

Zhou Yin didn't know where the others were, nor did he know if they encountered the same situation as him, but he knew that if he stayed in place without moving, even if his willpower could withstand the invasion of these resentful spirits, his body and spiritual power would be damaged.

A point of light suddenly appeared in the darkness before his eyes.

Accompanied by barely audible footsteps, that point of light grew larger and larger, seemingly approaching from afar.

Only then could he vaguely see more clearly.

That person wore a magnificent robe and had a bewitching appearance.

In his left palm facing upward, a ball of light hovered, swaying slightly like a candle flame.

"Why are you here?" The tone was unexpectedly familiar, even carrying a bit of shock and anger. It was precisely that Yang Qing of the Canghe imperial clan who had been traveling with the young lord of Benyun Island earlier.

Zhou Yin did not speak.

Yang Qing became anxious, "You're injured?!"

With that, he reached out to grab Zhou Yin's arm.

Zhou Yin did not dodge, letting him grab hold.

Yang Qing pulled him over, using so much force he almost hugged the person. "Say something! Are you really hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Zhou Yin suddenly said, "Zhou Chen."

The hand gripping him suddenly stiffened, then let go.

"What is this little cultivator saying, could it be you've mistaken me for someone else?"

His tone had returned to its original mockery and playfulness.

Under the illumination of that faint light, Zhou Yin silently stared at him for a long while, then turned around.

Yang Qing hurriedly pulled him back. "Where are you going?"

Zhou Yin: "What's it to you, I don't know you."

In his urgency, Yang Qing blurted out, "Zhou Chen told me to take care of you!"

Zhou Yin: "Oh, who is Zhou Chen?"

Yang Qing: "..."

Zhou Yin: "Sounds like it has something to do with me."

Yang Qing exploded: "How could you forget it!"

Zhou Yin: "Why are you so agitated, are you Zhou Chen?"

Yang Qing: "..."

He suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he finally let out a faint voice, "You clearly remembered just now..."

Yang Qing opened his arms and tightly hugged Zhou Yin from behind. "You remember Zhou Chen, don't you?"

Zhou Yin: "A fat and plump gray chicken that only eats and sleeps?"

Yang Qing's sentimental and sorrowful mood was instantly shattered: "That's not a gray chicken, it's a Vermilion Bird!"

Zhou Yin: "What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge!" Yang Qing angrily said, suddenly realizing, "You recognized me from the very beginning, didn't you?"

Zhou Yin: "When you hadn't hatched yet, I once dripped a drop of blood on you."

So between Zhou Yin and Zhou Chen, there was a natural and wonderful connection. Although they couldn't sense each other's safety through this connection, no matter how the other person changed their appearance, as long as they appeared in front of their eyes, they could always sense their existence.

Zhou Chen, under the alias Yang Qing, accusingly said: "And then you pretended not to know me. If I hadn't actively made it clear, how long would it have taken for you to admit it!"

Zhou Yin very calmly said: "I thought you had amnesia, so I just played along."

Playing along my ass! You made me think you only liked the beast form furball and not the human form Zhou Chen, so I was always worried you would dislike me and didn't dare reveal my identity, but you were just toying with me all along!!!

Zhou Chen's heart was roaring, his expression distorted.

Zhou Yin objectively evaluated: "I think you look better as a gray chicken, and it's more convenient to carry."

And can also be used as emergency food?

The corner of Zhou Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and he hugged Zhou Yin's arm even tighter, his tone pitiful and aggrieved: "Wife, I miss you so much!"

Zhou Yin: "What did you just say?"

Zhou Chen: "I miss you so much."

Zhou Yin: "The sentence before that."

Zhou Chen blinked: "Wife."

After a moment, a scream rang out.

"Ahh————!!! It hurts it hurts it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, wife please let go let go let go ahhhh!——"