Chapter 1823 Turbid Air Altar
The power of the soul is the original power contained in the soul of a living being. The soul of every living being is composed of the original power. Zhang Qian, who has crystallized his own soul, understands this deeply.

Witnessing the long rivers of soul origin above the clouds, his heart was shocked and he took a breath of cold air.

Those countless rivers of soul origin were all condensed from the soul origin of countless living beings. The Nine Netherworld seemed to have become an extremely huge soul refining furnace at this moment.

It continuously absorbs the souls of the dead creatures in the ancient world, and then suppresses countless souls in the Nine Netherworlds, continuously absorbing the essence contained in these souls. Countless essences of souls rise above the clouds, and then converge into long rivers of essence!

Zhang Qian did not feel sorry for those souls that were absorbed into the Nine Netherworld, because after the death of the prehistoric creatures, even if their souls did not come to the Nine Netherworld, they would enter the sea of ​​blood, and their end would only be more miserable.

"Who did this?"

Zhang Qian was left with endless curiosity at this moment. He recalled the countless cracks and canyons he had seen in the Nine Netherworlds before. He vaguely understood that those cracks and canyons had become a furnace for refining souls for some existence. Such a horrifying feat was not something that ordinary people could do.

"Is it Hongjun or Wanwuyi?"

Wan Wuyu was also hiding in the Nine Netherworld, maybe he did it.

Swish!
The broken jade moved and flew towards a long river of origin in the distance.

When he got close to the long river, Zhang Qian took a closer look and found that the origin of the soul flowing in the river was extremely clear and pure to the extreme, as if it had been purified by some mysterious power.

The souls of trillions of living beings are extremely chaotic, and the origins of their souls are also different. However, the origins of the souls in the long river do not show any signs of chaos.

Without rashly disturbing the long river in front of him, he controlled the broken jade to fly silently along the direction of the river.

The long winding and twisting river has no end in sight, flowing diagonally towards the higher sky. Looking up, there is chaos above, and one can only see countless long rivers converging, but cannot clearly see what else is in the sky.

Zhang Qian suddenly had an inspiration, and vaguely felt that at the end of these long rivers, there would be something terrifying waiting for him. He had no fear at all, and controlled the broken jade to fly quickly into the sky.

Half an hour passed in this flight, and finally, Canyu flew into a chaotic fog. This fog, which covered billions of miles in radius, was also the end where all the long rivers converged. Endless spiritual and spiritual origin energy gathered here.

Rumble!
The moment he flew into the fog again, Zhang Qian heard bursts of roars, like the sound of waves rushing against the cliff.

He controlled the broken jade to fly towards the source of the sound and found that the further he flew, the thicker the fog around him became. It was an extremely strange fog that looked like chaotic air, but it was not.

"No, this is the foul air from the earth!"

Suddenly, Zhang Qian reacted and thought of the scene in which the Ancestral Dragon attracted the clear and turbid air. The surrounding fog was exactly the same as the turbid air attracted by the Ancestral Dragon.

It’s just that the turbid air attracted by the Ancestral Dragon is very little, but the turbid air around the remnant jade is almost infinite.

Turbid Air is an extremely heavy Taoist Qi. It looks like streams of air, but is actually heavier than divine gold.

If it weren't for the magical power of Canyu, it would be impossible to fly away in such thick and turbid air.

Zhang Qian knew very well that a stream of foul air about a foot long was as heavy as a mountain ten thousand feet high.

As the broken jade continued to fly away, the turbid air around it slowly changed, and its color changed from chaotic to misty earth brown.

Those long rivers of the origin of the soul, on the contrary, were not affected by the surrounding turbid air. They flowed rapidly and rushed forward.

Swish!
At this moment, the turbid air in front suddenly became thinner, and Canyu flew out of the thick cloud of turbid air in an instant.

Rumble!
A deafening roar sounded, and countless long rivers of the origin of the soul converged here and turned into a huge waterfall. The vast energy of the origin of the soul poured out and smashed down.

"That is!"

Zhang Qian looked down along the huge waterfall and was slightly stunned. He saw that below the waterfall, which was formed by the confluence of countless long rivers, there was an altar with a radius of about one million miles!
The altar is round in shape, standing above the vast cloud of turbid air. Moreover, this terrifying altar constantly absorbs the turbid air around it to increase its size.

The waterfall of the soul essence falling from above continuously injected the soul essence into the center of the altar. In the center of the altar, which was a million miles in radius, there was a huge black hole, like a huge mouth that swallowed up all the soul essence pouring down.

The surface of the circular altar was carved with densely packed Taoist patterns. These Taoist patterns were extremely strange and were not any of the Taoist patterns Zhang Qian had ever seen or known. They were winding and twisted like entangled earthworms.

"I remembered!"

Zhang Qian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he thought of the Taoist pattern magic ball that Wan Wuyi gave to Pan Zu when they met on Yingzhou Fairy Island. The Taoist patterns flowing in it were exactly the same as the Taoist patterns on the altar below.

"It's really you!"

Zhang Qian's mind moved, and he controlled the broken jade to slowly approach the altar below.

hum!
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura of pressure swept out from the altar. This aura gave people a sense of desolation after being baptized by endless years, with a horrifying sense of deathly silence, and endless ominousness!

Even though he was hiding among the broken jade, Zhang Qian still shuddered instinctively, feeling as if a disaster was about to happen.

"What a terrible smell!"

With an exclamation, Canyu continued to move downwards. The closer he got to the altar, the stronger the ominous atmosphere of death and extinction became.

Zhang Qian felt that he was approaching a source of destruction.

I couldn't help but feel like giving up.

However, he was determined and calmed his mind. After a long time, Canyu finally arrived near the altar below.

The altar, which was millions of miles in radius, stretched across the place. The turbid air that filled the surroundings kept converging towards it, merging into the altar and becoming a part of it.

This terrible altar was growing visibly.

Swish!
At this moment, two rays of divine light suddenly flew out from the black hole that kept devouring the essence of the soul, and landed directly on the altar.

When the divine light faded, two figures were revealed.

"It's them!"

Zhang Qian was shocked; these two people were actually Wan Wuyi and Pan Zu!
Wan Wuzhou's body was filled with more than a dozen different auras, and each aura contained the profound meaning of transcending the Great Dao. However, the pressure from his own aura was barely visible, as if it had completely disappeared.

He gave people the feeling that he was not an independent living being at all, but rather a dozen living beings forcibly fused into one, with an extremely chaotic aura.

"My fellow saints, now that I have lost the authority over the four seas, I am unable to transfer the power of the four seas' origins here. If I want to complete the construction of the altar, I'm afraid it will take quite some time."

Pan Zu spoke cautiously, lowering his head and looking submissive, without any arrogance, but instead seemed trembling with fear.

"waste!"

"It's useless!"

"How ridiculous! A Chaos God and Demon was defeated by a reptile!"

……

For a while, Wan Wuyi kept speaking, but the voice he made was different, and each sentence had a different tone and intonation.

Hearing Wan Wuyi's scolding, Pan Zu didn't dare to refute at all, he just lowered his head and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)