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At eight o'clock in the evening, a whistling cold wind blew through, and there were no pedestrians on the street.

Tonight's moonlight was hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist.

In the western part of Nanshi, a dilapidated street stood, surrounded by various warning signs, with large, chilling red characters that inspired fear.

Those who come here are not ordinary people.

Three cars roared in, with the Qingyun Mountain logo clearly marked on them.

"They're here, they're here! I couldn't believe it when I received the minister's notice, but I didn't expect them to actually come."

Guarding this place were two Spirit Masters.

Due to the eerie ability of the Cursed Clock, and its location in a densely populated urban area, many accidental entries had occurred, so Spirit Masters were often stationed here.

Although the Cursed Clock's strangeness prevented it from moving, its ability was very special, always inexplicably reaching a point in time when it seemed like time resonated.

Bizarre events would occur randomly in the homes of nearby residents.

Often, it was too late when discovered, so the Evil Suppression Department paid special attention.

According to the information described in Gao Xiaolan's data... in fact, they didn't fully understand the Cursed Clock's ability. It was true that it was a land-bound spirit, but it could also transcend its bound location and appear elsewhere at any time.

The strangeness of time, appearing due to temporal resonance, was impossible to defend against.

Recently, there had even been a risk of it spreading. The Cursed Clock's ability was strengthening, and the sealed area could not be expanded indefinitely.

After the invasion of the supernatural, thirty percent of the residential buildings and public facilities were no longer habitable, and the activity range of the residents had been greatly reduced.

The eleven people who followed Xuan Huang were the previous ten and Sun Tong.

These ten were heavily cultivated by Xuan Huang.

This time, Jin Ning's task was a bit difficult. He was currently the only one who had fully comprehended the Visualization Diagram, and was even about to condense the first inscription.

Whether it was Xuan Huang or others, they all needed him to experiment and see how much the suppression of the Divine Soul by the visualized object would affect after comprehending the complete Visualization Diagram.

According to Xuan Huang's speculation, as long as the complete visualized object was comprehended and suppressed the Divine Soul, even if the inscriptions had not yet been condensed to deepen it, it could still reach the seventh level of Refining Intent.

This was a guaranteed minimum.

It meant that as long as you comprehended the complete visualized object to suppress the Divine Soul, you would have the seventh level of will intensity.

And the subsequent continuous refining of inscriptions would only increase the ability to borrow power. The intensity would only increase if you condensed more than eight inscriptions.

This was actually very good, at least it gave them a guaranteed minimum.

Generally, first-order supernatural beings would find it difficult to directly pull someone with the seventh level of Refining Intent into the supernatural rules.

The seventh level of will intensity was equivalent to building a door in your Divine Soul. This door might not be strong, but it was at least better than having no defense.

Previously, when Xuan Huang was at the seventh level of Refining Intent, the Dream Painting Brush found it difficult to directly pull him into a dream.

Will integration, the seventh level of will represented the seventh level of defense for the Divine Soul, dreams, illusions, and mind, etc.

"Master Xuan."

The two Spirit Masters stationed here, one was very thin, emitting a foul odor, permeated with an eerie aura.

The other was a lady, wrapped very tightly, but it was clear that only bare bones remained on her left arm.

"Thank you for your hard work, you two. Next, just wait here."

Xuan Huang had respect for those who contributed, and who maintained human thought and protected great love.

"You're welcome, Master Xuan. Be careful."

Spirit Masters were silent people, perhaps due to the nature of their profession, or perhaps due to their own supernatural corruption.

"The two of you can go to Qingyun Mountain tomorrow. Minister Xu should have told you that I will resolve the Divine Soul corrupted by the supernatural."

"Thank you, Master Xuan."

A hint of a smile appeared on the two's indifferent faces.

The news they received today had excited the entire Nanshi Evil Suppression Department.

This meant that they were at least not afraid of losing control due to supernatural corruption.

With such assistance, whether it was to live longer or to continue to integrate the same source of the supernatural to advance, it had a crucial effect.

"It's my duty."

Xuan Huang waved his hand.

Looking at the eleven people who came with him, he said: "The nine of you pay attention to yourselves. If there is real danger, try to delay as much as possible, and I will resolve the supernatural as quickly as possible. Of course, you can also choose not to enter. ... Jin Ning, pay attention to yourself. With the furnace guarding you, you can at least be more calm, but still be careful. As for Sun Tong, you and the two Spirit Masters can stay here, don't go in."

"Yes!"

The eleven people replied.

All ten chose to enter, none chose to stay.

Opportunities were already rare, and following Master Xuan to deal with the supernatural was very difficult to come by.

To be honest, it would be simpler for Xuan Huang to enter alone, and he wouldn't have to worry about them.

Having chosen to be the master of a force, or even the ancestor of a lineage, one had to bear the corresponding responsibilities.

This was unavoidable.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that none of the people were retreating, Xuan Huang turned and stepped into the cordon, heading towards the dim hotel.

This place used to be a hotel. Room eight on the second floor was the room where the Cursed Clock was located.

The Cursed Clock had appeared for three years, and this place had long been desolate, with a decaying smell permeating the air. The entrance of the hotel was dark and deep, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast swallowing people.

Disordered furniture and urban trash blown in by the wind covered the lobby on the first floor.

Stepping on the trash, a creaking sound was constantly emitted.

Since entering the hotel, a gloomy aura began to permeate.

It wasn't the kind of bloody smell that made people want to vomit, but a bone-chilling cold, as if falling into the gates of hell.

The whole hotel was very quiet.

The sound of the wind blowing through the debris from time to time seemed particularly noisy.

"Huff!"

The ten people couldn't help but take a deep breath, but were frozen by the cold air.

"Pa-thump, pa-thump!"

Xuan Huang didn't stop, heading towards the stairs on the second floor.

There was always a feeling of being watched, as if countless ghosts were watching them in the surrounding darkness.

At least a hundred people had died here, but they were never seen alive or dead, and it was unknown where they died.

And the inexplicable sense of being watched around them seemed to be those dead people peeping at them, wanting to pull them into death.

Those whose will was not firm would probably have lost their minds in this situation.

Fortunately, those who came were not ordinary people, and with Xuan Huang in front of them, it gave them tremendous power.

It felt like they had been walking for a long time. Less than twenty steps, everyone felt that each step was so long.

Arriving on the second floor, it was much emptier here.

At least there was no urban trash everywhere, only some broken furniture, and the gloomy and terrifying rooms.

Each room was like a tomb, more like a gateway to hell.

People couldn't help but dare not approach, fearing that a door would suddenly open and bare bones would reach out and pull them in.

Room eight, at the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor.

Locking onto the target, Xuan Huang moved forward towards the target.

The ten people followed with difficulty.

It could be seen from here that the Cursed Clock was much stronger than the previous doll supernatural being.

Just slowly approaching, before even entering the supernatural rules, these martial arts and immortal arts masters were already mentally exhausted.

"At least a late first-order, or even peak, Cursed Clock."

Xuan Huang gave a prediction.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The sound of footsteps was like the sound of a heartbeat, the cold aura was even heavier, and inhaling it felt like swallowing ice.

Arriving at room eight.

The door was loosely crumbling, as if a gust of wind could knock it down.

Without hesitation, Xuan Huang fully activated his mental perception and pushed open the door.

"Pa-thump, pa-thump!"

The quiet room was pitch black, with only a clock of unknown location emitting a pa-thump sound.

The small room, after the eleven people entered, was not crowded at all.

Suddenly!

Space and time shifted, no longer a pitch-black room, but illuminated by dim lights, a fierce man wielding a sharp blade was hacking and killing.

The man had no facial features, his entire face seemed to be sewn together with skin.

A faceless man, nearly three meters tall, wielding a one-meter-long blade, the entire room was full of thick bloodstains, with no less than a hundred corpses.

And Xuan Huang's mental perception revealed that this space was actually in a space-time rift, no wonder it was called the Land of Lost.

No wonder the murdered people couldn't be found; they were all here, exiled by time and space.

With intense visual stimulation and a strong smell of blood, the three-meter-tall faceless man seemed to be grinning as he scrutinized his prey.

Xuan Huang didn't care about any of that; the faceless man couldn't break his defense.

Don't underestimate the faceless man's size. After his Qi Sea condensed the second Celestial Pillar, it expanded to sixty zhang, which is six hundred thousand kilograms of brute force.

With a punch, there were no fancy moves.

"Boom!"

The faceless man was directly blown apart, scattering blood clots everywhere.

But Xuan Huang didn't care about that. He was killed by the faceless man, just like the ten people who entered with him, killed by the faceless man in another dimension.

Getting rid of the faceless man was easy; the hard part was finding the Cursed Clock.

It was the source of the strangeness. Only by finding it, or sealing it, or erasing its twisted intelligence, could this lost time and space be broken.

Therefore, Xuan Huang didn't even bother to investigate the cause.

After all, every strange entity has memory fragments; that's the origin of their birth.

Someone must have been murdered in this room. The faceless man is the murderer feared by the deceased. Because the deceased didn't know exactly who it was, their fear was amplified, becoming an unknown faceless man representing the deceased's ignorance of their killer.

Later, for whatever reason, whether the hotel owner concealed it or the murderer disguised themselves, the murdered person was not discovered, dying with resentment and being forgotten, and their resentment combined with the Cursed Clock...

In short, it should be like this; it's all a familiar, clichéd story.

Without one wrong, one head, one hair, one inside, one appearance, one existence, one look!

Xuan Huang didn't care about this; he wanted to resolve the Cursed Clock as soon as possible.

This time-based strange entity was indeed special, especially since this place was a lost space, a place of exiled beings.

After Xuan Huang blew up the faceless man, he didn't find any trace of the Cursed Clock.

Only the ticking sound came from somewhere unknown.

"Hmph, since I can't find it, I'll just smash it completely."

Xuan Huang immediately responded, and the Void Blade appeared in his hand.

As soon as it appeared, the Void Blade seemed to smell the aura of its own kind, trembling with excitement. It hadn't been used by its master for a long time.

"Swish!"

Xuan Huang used all his strength, plus the various abilities of the Void Blade, and slashed wildly at the surroundings.

Since the Cursed Clock couldn't be found in the room, he would break its rule coverage. He didn't believe he still couldn't find it.

"Boom!"

Xuan Huang's powerful and heavy slash seemed to shatter time and space. The blood-colored room was split in half from the middle.

"Crack, crack!"

Even the steady ticking sound of the clock stopped.

The blood-colored room shattered.

Immediately, what came into view was a dim space. This place was gloomy and dark, with a dim yellow sun and moon hanging in the sky.

The sun and moon were in the sky at the same time, and in the distance were impenetrable mists and mountains.

This was definitely not Nan City, not even the world of Blue Star.

"The Reverse World? Or a dilapidated and forgotten space-time?"

This was also the first time Xuan Huang had seen such a world.

After splitting open the room covered by the Cursed Clock's rules, it turned out to be a dilapidated space-time.

It was like a time interlayer, where the sun and moon were in the sky at the same time, and distorted figures walked numbly, without purpose or direction.

Each figure was like a remnant soul, fragmented and distorted, presumably the remnants of the victims from before.

It was unknown whether these were remnant souls or shadows, or lingering grievances? Or indelible thoughts?

When they saw Xuan Huang appear, their distorted figures began to have a goal.

They all opened their arms and grabbed at Xuan Huang, wanting to drag him into the darkness.

It was so similar to the feeling of being watched before.

Xuan Huang understood that these beings were watching before, whether they were separated by forgotten time and space, or called the Reverse World.

They were watching them here.

"If you're dead, you're dead, don't be nostalgic, I'll send you to be reborn."

A huge tree root appeared in Xuan Huang's palm.

No matter where Jianmu is, it can connect with him through the small world.

It can even be said that wherever Xuan Huang is, Jianmu can take root there through the connection of the small world.

This Reverse World is also possible.

It was a rare alternative space. As long as Jianmu's roots took root here, this place would be the scope of Jianmu's connection.

Through the small world, Jianmu already had the ability to connect to all worlds.

The thick tree roots were like giant dragons, and the pervasive death energy swept across the distorted figures like a tornado, quickly sweeping past.

Those beings, whatever they were called, were quickly crushed and absorbed by the tree roots.

The roots of the Tongtian Jianmu represented the destination of death at this moment.

Even if the distorted figures struggled constantly, they were still difficult to resist.

Until there was a 'bang' sound, a distorted figure was crushed, and a black box held in its hand fell to the ground.

"Hmm?"

Xuan Huang took a closer look. It wasn't a black box, but an ancient wall clock.

Before, this wall clock was fused with the distorted figure, and it was impossible to find it at all.

It wasn't until all the figures were crushed that the wall clock fell out of the distorted figure's memory.

"Hidden so secretly, not only in the Reverse World, but also in the memory of a distorted figure in the Reverse World."

"Like a Russian doll."

Hotel, second floor, room eight, blood-colored room, Reverse World, in the memory of a figure in the Reverse World.

If Xuan Huang hadn't solved it with a crushing sweep, it would have been troublesome.

What if he played the game of breaking through the strange rules with the Cursed Clock?

You break through it, layer upon layer.

This kind of time-based strange entity was indeed difficult to deal with, and in the end, it was hidden in the memory of a certain figure.

This figure should be the victim.

"Swish!"

Having found the culprit, Xuan Huang didn't stay, and left this Reverse World with the help of the small world's positioning.

When he reappeared, he came to room eight on the second floor of the hotel.

"Break!"

Suddenly, a one-meter-sized domain appeared, enveloping the old clock.

Xuan Huang's will transformed into a blade, breaking through the chaotic consciousness wrapped by the Cursed Clock's strange power.

Unlike breaking through the strange consciousness of the puppet before, the puppet's consciousness, even with the protection of its strange power, was instantly shattered by Xuan Huang.

But the strange power of this Cursed Clock was much more difficult to deal with. Xuan Huang's will-blade seemed to enter layers of time mist.

To lock onto its consciousness, he first had to break through the time's wrapping, which greatly increased the difficulty.

If the domain didn't also have the ability to lock time and space, Xuan Huang felt that even a second-order spirit master would find it difficult to seal the Cursed Clock.

"Here!"

Xuan Huang's domain suppressed, time bargained with time, and he took the opportunity to pick up the scraps.

"Boom!" With a sound, like a ripple in time and space.

The twisted consciousness of the Cursed Clock was the image of a woman covered in blood and with a shattered face, which should be the deceased in room eight.

"Screech!"

The miserable cry was particularly eerie.

But under the blade of will, the Cursed Clock's intelligence was shattered.

"Buzz!"

The Cursed Clock's intelligence was shattered, representing the disappearance of the Cursed Clock's rules.

Several loud "thump, thump, thump" sounds.

In the small room eight, Sun Hui and the other ten people were squeezed out as if squeezed out by time and space.

Appearing in the small room.

They all looked embarrassed and disheveled, with bleeding in many places, and even the weakest Song Hongliang had a broken leg.

"Xuan, Master Xuan!"

"I..."

Looking at the dazed ten people, Xuan Huang said, "It's over, the Cursed Clock has been suppressed by me."

"Whew--" The ten people breathed a sigh of relief.

The three men of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, who had always been graceful and well-dressed, were also covered in blood and very embarrassed.

Their calm hearts trembled violently. The monk didn't look like a monk, the Taoist priest didn't look like a Taoist priest, and the scholar was also very sloppy.

The image of an expert was gone.

But they didn't care anymore; it was good enough to be able to come out alive.

All ten of them had experienced the pursuit of the three-meter-tall faceless man. The one Xuan Huang punched to death was simply a life-threatening Yama in their eyes.

"Recover for a while, and we'll leave. Tonight's target is the Cursed Clock and the Shroud Shop, and we still have to continue."

After Xuan Huang finished speaking, he left first, letting the ten people recover for a while.

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