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The Black Flying Ship traversed through the turbulent winds with astonishing speed. I was confined in a small, dark chamber, the walls cold and hard, etched with intricate and bizarre runes that exuded an oppressive aura.
I lost track of time until the ship finally came to a halt. The hatch opened, and the blinding light made me instinctively squint. Two cultivators expressionlessly dragged me out of the vessel and onto a patch of pitch-black ground.
Is this Nine Nether Manor? The air was thick with a faint scent of sulfur and blood, while the sky above was an eerie shade of dark purple. In the distance loomed Gothic spires, their sinister style starkly contrasting with the elegance of righteous sects. Everything here radiated a warning to keep away.
I was brought before the most magnificent palace. The doors were crafted from some unknown black stone, and above them hung a plaque inscribed with three grand characters—Yama Palace. What a fitting name for Yama Palace; it truly resembled hell.
Stepping inside, a chilling atmosphere enveloped me. The hall was vast and deep, dimly lit, with only a few ghostly green lanterns flickering in the corners, casting reflections on the mirror-like black floor. At the center, on a throne above, sat Li Ye Jin, casually leaning back with one hand propping up his chin, looking down at me as I was brought before him.
His gaze remained cold, carrying an indifferent scrutiny as if appraising merchandise. "Lift your head."
With humiliation, I raised my head to meet his eyes. Up close, his features were strikingly beautiful yet almost otherworldly; however, his deep-set eyes held no warmth—only a chilling void and… unabashed contempt.
"Indeed, you resemble her," he said softly, a hint of barely perceptible mockery in his tone. "But alas, a counterfeit is still just that—a counterfeit. You lack even one ten-thousandth of her grace and are left with this repulsive shell."
The "her" he referred to could only be Shangguan Ningxue. My heart twisted painfully at his words.
"From today onward, you will remain here." Li Ye Jin rose from his throne and descended the steps to stand before me. He towered over me by more than a head, an overwhelming pressure making it hard for me to breathe. "Your purpose is to serve as This Seat's Container."
Container? Furnace? These terms pierced my heart like poisoned daggers. I had heard of such vile practices—using others as cauldrons to forcibly extract their spiritual energy or life essence for one's own cultivation; it was utterly malicious.
I looked at him, fear and anger filling my eyes. "You… you can't!"
Li Ye Jin seemed to find my defiance amusing; a faint yet chilling smile curled at the corners of his lips. "Can't? Here, no one can say no to This Seat."
As soon as he finished speaking, an irresistible force suddenly seized me! I felt my body lift uncontrollably into the air, bound by an invisible power. Then, a domineering Yin Han force surged into my dantian like a tidal wave, violently tearing and devouring my already feeble spiritual energy!
"Ah—!" The intense pain forced a scream from my lips. It felt as if my meridians were being ripped apart inch by inch, my dantian forcibly hollowed out; every fiber of my being cried out in agony!
I struggled desperately but to no avail. Li Ye Jin stood there impassively watching me writhe in pain, his expression devoid of any emotion—as if he were merely admiring an interesting toy.
"Remember this feeling," his voice whispered in my ear like a devil's murmur. "This is your only value—until This Seat grows tired of you or… you are completely ruined."
The excruciating pain crashed over me like relentless waves; my consciousness began to fade. Before I lost all awareness, all that remained was an endless sense of humiliation, suffering, and a deep-seated hatred for this demon.
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