Chapter 1934: The Soul Suppressing Stele, Blocking the Way Out

The expressions of the crowd turned rather complex. It appeared that Motian Dizang, who had reigned supreme for a generation, had been thoroughly and utterly trapped. The Consort Yan Seal she had refined did not possess complete, autonomous authority; the Monarch Yan Seal heavily restricted it.

Motian Dizang pointed at Fang Chen, a bundle of rage faintly flickering within her eyes. "You're letting him control me? Li Daoye, how dare you deceive me like this?"

Lu Fengshen kept attacking the golden light. Even as her fist smashed viciously against the barrier, she did not forget to persuade Motian Dizang. "Motian Dizang, those who are not of our race are bound to have a different mind."

"I only promised to grant you the qualification to prove your Dao. Didn't we settle that matter smoothly? Every faction has already agreed; even Monarch Fang did."

Li Daoye frowned. "This can hardly be considered a deception. At most, there were just a few things I didn't spell out clearly."

The Motian Dizang's chest heaved continuously as she seemingly struggled to suppress the blazing fury in her heart.

Fatian and the others secretly sighed with emotion.

Before they became the Ghost Gods of the Underworld, they had truly believed that the Motian Division was the absolute peak of power, whether in the Underworld or the mortal realm.

As it turned out, not only did they discover that the Motian Division couldn't even rank within the top ten of the Nine Realms today, but humans had also completely beaten the peerless Heavenly Demon when it came to schemes and calculations.

Yufu felt incredibly fortunate. "Fortunately, we stood in the right camp."

Fang Chen offered a faint smile. "Motian Dizang, the authority of the Underworld is of no practical use to you. Once today's matters are concluded, I shall naturally unify the Underworld and assist you in proving your Dao."

"You better. If you dare deceive me again, do not blame me for turning my back on you completely." Motian Dizang snorted coldly. She then glanced at the situation outside and asked indifferently, "Why aren't you using your technique to let us leave? Once they break their way in, no one will survive."

With a single thought from Fang Chen, a bridge instantly spanned across the space, stopping right beneath everyone's feet.

The crowd was secretly astonished. The execution was visibly far more practiced, effortless, and casual than what Motian Dizang had shown just now. A glance was enough to tell who was stronger between them.

Motian Dizang's expression became somewhat unnatural. She cast a faint glance at Chen Feifei and the others. "You all go first."

Chen Feifei cupped his fist toward Yun He, the Old Man, and the other elders. "Seniors, should we start withdrawing first?"

"Yes. Be careful after you return, as they will likely pursue you over to the mortal realm."

Yun He nodded lightly.

Everyone could easily foresee that once they left this place and returned to the living world, the enemy would for sure dispatch a group of experts to cross over and hunt them down.

Fortunately, the Great Yin Demons under the command of the Black Sun Empire's first emperor could not enter the mortal realm. The only ones they truly had to be wary of were Jinyang and his cohort.

Their objective was the outsider Gu Yueling, so they absolutely had to keep their eyes pinned on Monarch Fang. As long as he stayed behind until the very end, he would be able to stall this group of entities for a period of time.

Noticing Chen Feifei and the others stepping onto the bridge and planning to depart, Lu Fengshen instantly grew anxious. She instinctively turned to Jinyang. "Daoist Jinyang, if we let them escape now, it will be exceedingly difficult to catch them all in one net next time!"

Even a force as mighty as the God Dao Sect did not possess a 'net' large enough to span the entire Nine Realms. The opportunity today was exceptionally rare!

Before Jinyang could even speak, the Ancient Demon laughed faintly. "Leaving this place can't be that simple, can it?"

He extended his other hand from his sleeve with the palm facing up, revealing a tiny stone stele. When he casually tossed it, it expanded rapidly against the wind, ultimately resembling a small mountain. It crashed onto the golden light with a thunderous boom.

A terrifying nether qi swept out continuously. A mysterious, inexplicable force seemed to permeate right through the golden light, acting directly upon the Forgotten Bridge.

Chen Feifei and the others, who had already stepped onto the bridge, suddenly found an invisible wall appearing before them, completely blocking their path.

Jinyang's eyes curved faintly into a smile tinged with cold mockery.

Yun He swept a glance over the stele. It had two profound, ancient, and primitive characters.

Soul Suppression.

Yun He and Fang Zhentian exchanged a glance, a thread of gravity emerging within their eyes.

At the same time, Fang Chen also felt the force of the stele affecting him. Not only was the Monarch Yan Seal disrupted, but every aspect of the Underworld authority that could be unlocked through it seemed to be suppressed.

The bridge was visibly collapsing.

Concurrently, Fang Chen discovered that if he wanted to write out an imperial edict right now, he probably wouldn't be able to form a single character.

A trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes as he looked at the mountain-sized stone monument. Can that stone stele actually interfere with the authority of Monarch Yan?

Among the Ten Great Treasures of the Underworld, such an item did not exist, did it?

Yun He explained indifferently, "That is the Soul-Suppressing Stele, a dharma artifact of the Soul Race."

"To think they actually brought out the Soul-Suppressing Stele."

Saint Long narrowed his eyes slightly. "Shao Mengyuan, Lang Daochun, did neither of you not know about that?"

Also caught somewhat off guard, the two shook their heads slightly, indicating they had no idea the Ancient Demon possessed such an item.

Saint Long said heavily, "He hid it deeply indeed. That item has an immense impact on the Underworld. I'm afraid Monarch Fang's methods won't be able to take effect for the time being."

The crowd looked at one another in dismay.

If Monarch Fang's methods can be used, does that mean we can no longer leave? Do we have no other choice now but to stay behind and fight to the death?

Chen Enxue asked with a grave expression, "Old Nine, has that stele truly restricted your techniques?"

Fang Chen tried once more. He ultimately nodded gently. "I can't use them."

They had truly failed!

A slight shock rippled through everyone's hearts.

Shao Mengyuan tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Then all we can do now is force our way out of this."

Several people looked around, comparing the strength of both sides, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If they fought right now, they actually did not have much of a chance at victory.

The enemy alone had over a dozen half-step Heavenly Dao experts...

With Fang Chen and the others' retreat completely cut off, Lu Fengshen's mood instantly brightened. She naturally focused a bit more strength into her hands.

Jinyang remarked, "Wandao, Fang Lie, you two have suffered a crushing defeat."

Beneath Jinyang's skin, a black mist seemed to condense into liquid and slowly seep out. His entire face appeared blotchy with patches of black and white, making him give off a 'filthy and tainted' impression. Nevertheless, at that moment, his smile was exceptionally triumphant.

"Even if you managed to obtain the Sarira of the first-generation Immortal Emperor, what of it? Even if your calculations were completely flawless, what can you change? In the face of absolute strength, you have no choice but to ultimately bow your head and be executed. Do you have any other trump cards left?"

Fang Tianzhan cast a glance at Yun He.

"If Wangqing could return from the Demon Race's territory, she might be able to deal with this Soul-Suppressing Stele. She is deeply well-versed in this path, after all," muttered Yun He to himself before casting a glance at Fang Chen. "Chen'er's seniority and experience are still a bit too shallow..."

Fang Zhentian said thoughtfully, "Then we can only think of other ways."

Seeing that the two exceptionally senior Yang Gods were temporarily out of options, the cultivators present prepared themselves to face death.

Only Fang Chen kept using his peripheral vision to observe the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower. Based on its progress, it seemed it would only take another half a month for it to fully regain its tranquility. When that time came, he would be able to mobilize the one hundred thousand Yin Soldiers within.