The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

Outside the surveillance hall, what was once a stretch of buildings now lay flattened, transformed into a blackened ruin still smoldering with flames and fumes.

The terrifying scene made Night Mouse's legs go weak, and the suffocating heat and acrid burnt smell in the air caused him to cough repeatedly.

What on earth happened?

Night Mouse was at a loss; he had only been gone for a short while, yet such an earth-shattering change had occurred outside.

He couldn't imagine that Fang Zhou was responsible; if Fang Zhou had the capability to cause such destruction, why would he have been so cautious along the way?

Unless using such a move came with significant hidden dangers and conditions.

Night Mouse's thoughts were in disarray, and he didn't know what to do until he saw a black silhouette rising from the ruins into the sky.

It was the Abyss Watcher!

In a wretched state, its armor was severely damaged in many places, even the spike helmet on its head had a piece broken off, and its cloak was gone.

Only the black greatsword in its hand remained intact.

The Abyss Watcher looked down, and in the center of the ruins, a gigantic crater appeared, akin to a meteor crater.

Everything inside the crater had been melted by the high temperature, leaving no debris behind, as if the earth had been forcibly scooped away by a spoon.

At the bottom of the crater were numerous dark holes, entrances to the Underground Tunnel, the closest place to the Abyss, a place so dangerous that even the Abyss Watcher was unwilling to enter.

That Fang Zhou could produce such a terrifying explosion was evidently beyond even the Abyss Watcher's expectations.

Over the years, many outsiders had entered this world, but none had been able to inflict such harm on the Abyss Watcher as Fang Zhou had.

But that was all; the Abyss Watcher could no longer detect any life signs from Fang Zhou, likely reduced to ashes by the explosion.

The only regret was the loss of excellent fuel, rendering it impossible to sustain the Soul Fire, forcing it to seek alternative solutions.

The Abyss Watcher glanced once more at the crater below, sheathed its greatsword, and slowly flew back.

...

In the dark Underground Tunnel.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A scorching hot gourd was rolling down the tunnel, the collisions drawing the curious gazes of numerous creatures lurking in the darkness.

The gourd tumbled further down the tunnel, its depth unknown, until it landed with a thud on a double-headed rat.

This rat was as large as a calf, with two heads and a cluster of root-like tumors on its neck.

It picked up the gourd, examined it briefly, then held it in its mouth and turned into the darkness.

Within the gourd space.

Amidst the silent garbage mountain, a severely injured Fang Zhou lay on the ground. The Mirage Dragon Robe, meant to resist burns and falls, was now in tatters.

Beyond the extensive burns on his body, his chest bore a terrifying sword wound, faintly revealing his internal organs.

His eyes were shut tight, his breath gradually weakening, and his heartbeat grew slower and feebler.

The Xuanyuan Sword lay not far from Fang Zhou, and without anyone controlling it, it suddenly flew into the air.

After circling once around Fang Zhou, the Xuanyuan Sword swooshed toward the depths of the garbage mountain.

When it returned, a slender stream of water trailed behind it.

Guided by the Xuanyuan Sword, the water stream poured over Fang Zhou, soaking him with a splash.

As if drawing water, the Sword Lake Water hidden in the depths of the garbage mountain was continuously siphoned to fall upon Fang Zhou, gradually enveloping him in water.

Imbued with a high concentration of Spiritual Energy, the Sword Lake Water had healing properties, yet its effectiveness against someone like Fang Zhou, who was on the verge of death, remained uncertain.

The Xuanyuan Sword quietly settled beside Fang Zhou, having done all it could.

What comes next depends on Fang Zhou's own luck and fate.

...

Fang Zhou felt terrible.

He found himself walking forward in a pitch-black environment.

Why he was there, he didn't know, nor was he clear why he kept moving forward, yet his legs just automatically stepped ahead.

He walked for an unknown distance, long enough to make even Fang Zhou weary, until he finally saw a river.

The river was vast, its waters dark and murky, with many corpses and bones floating and sinking within, drifting with the current.

Fang Zhou's thoughts became sluggish; while puzzling over why there was a river here, his legs carried him toward the water.

When the water was about to submerge his waist, Fang Zhou suddenly awoke with a start and hurriedly tried to turn back to the shore.

As he turned, numerous arms suddenly emerged from the river, seizing hold of him.

Soon after, countless heads broke the water's surface—they were all people Fang Zhou had once killed.

Poison Fire Ghost Crow, Xu Xian, Hui Neng, Scarred Woman, Cannibal Fox Demon, and others.

These dead ones stared at Fang Zhou with eyes full of hatred, muttering words that made one's skin crawl.

"You're here to accompany me too?"

"Repay your life!"

"Suffer together eternally!"

"The cycle of heaven's justice, retribution is inevitable!"

Fang Zhou desperately struggled, but his strength was nothing against so many, and they dragged him directly into the water.

Cold, suffocation, pain—all these sensations burst upon him.

As he was dragged underwater, Fang Zhou saw countless incomplete bodies of the dead wandering, their eyes fixed on the surface, occasionally dragging down the dazed-looking, pulling them into the river's bottomless depths.

Fang Zhou's eyes widened in shock, and his dull thoughts finally came back to life.

A voice seemed to echo in his mind, warning him that if he were dragged underwater, he would certainly die and never be able to return!

A fierce survival instinct drove Fang Zhou to struggle desperately, calling out for Bi An and the Xuanyuan Sword, but neither responded.

Fang Zhou did not give up; regardless if it was a technique or a skill, he tried everything he could think of.

But to his despair, not a single technique or skill responded.

"Give up! This is Hell!"

The Poison Fire Ghost Crow pulling at Fang Zhou sneered: "Murder must be repaid with life; you cannot escape."

"That's right, just endure the torment with us obediently."

"Killer, karma has come for you!"

"Atone!"

The other dead ones joined in with bizarre tones.

However, their words only fueled Fang Zhou's rage.

"Bullshit! I killed you in the name of justice, with a clear conscience. What guilt do I have, you bunch of losers, get lost!"

Accompanied by his furious shout, the previously unresponsive Sword Control Technique suddenly flowed smoothly.

A trace of golden light flashed in Fang Zhou's eyes, and golden sword shadows emerged around him, shooting downwards and piercing all these dead.

They were shattered by the sword shadows, screaming and letting go of Fang Zhou as they fell toward the riverbed.

The surrounding countless dead were drawn to the golden light, flocking toward this bright spot.

More golden sword shadows appeared around Fang Zhou, their hundreds upon hundreds almost turning the river's waters golden.

All the approaching dead were pierced by the golden light, plunging into the riverbed.

Fang Zhou, regaining his freedom, desperately swam toward the river's surface.