Chapter Seventy-Three: Falling into the Marsh, the Little Devil Emerges

  Sun Yuan's consciousness withdrew from the woman's body and returned to his own, opening his eyes afterwards. Sun Yuan nodded in satisfaction, now he could control the woman's every move, and she seemed like an information collector, able to transmit all messages to him. With this puppet, Sun Yuan could proceed with the next step.

  Sun Yuan's physical body walked to the depths of the cave, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. He split a thread of his soul, seemingly without any issues, but the damage to his divine soul was quite severe. He had to replenish it as soon as possible; otherwise, if time went on for too long, problems would inevitably arise, and even if he wanted to replenish it, it wouldn't be possible anymore.

  On this side, Sun Yuan's main body entered a state of cultivation, while on the other side, he controlled his avatar to walk to the entrance of the cave, and with a jump, he jumped down. Everything was the same as when he first jumped down, accelerating to a certain extent before a force suddenly appeared, canceling out his own gravity, after which he continued to move at this speed in a uniform motion.

  This Soul Seal Technique is indeed very useful. At this moment, in mid-air, Sun Yuan felt a bit strange only because he had suddenly changed into a female body, but his control over this body had already reached the level of being carefree and at will. On one hand, it was due to the huge difference in their cultivation levels; on the other hand, it showed the extraordinary aspect of the Soul Seal Technique. It's likely that little ghost would be so regretful about losing such an important technique that he would clasp his chest and stamp his feet!

  But Sun Yuan didn't know that this little ghost not only didn't clasp his chest and stamp his feet, but was instead very open-minded. The reason for this wasn't something he could imagine. This Soul Imprint Technique actually wasn't easy to cultivate either. Cultivating it had many restrictions. Just considering the splitting of the soul alone, for these ghost soldiers it was utterly useless!

  Sun Yuan's new body floated down, shaking and swaying, with a flavor reminiscent of the dandelion seeds he had seen as a child. He floated for two hours before a faint light appeared below. Sun Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he realized his destination was near. His heart tightened, focusing his spirit and mentally preparing himself. Despite this, he still felt some trepidation - what lay in wait for him in the Tongue-Pulling Hell?

  The strong wind howled, after drifting for two hours, the body that Sun Yuan possessed finally reached the bottom of the Tongue-Pulling Hell. However, what was beyond his expectation was that this body didn't slow down at all and just kept falling down, which means that when it fell from high altitude, there were no braking measures at all. The body he possessed directly faced the dark ground.

  "Could this be the end of me?" The thought had barely risen in Sun Yuan's mind when his body heavily smashed into the ground, sending up a high splash of water. At that moment, Sun Yuan understood the reason behind what was happening.

  As soon as he touched the ground, Sun Yuan instantly reacted, what kind of solid ground was this below, it was clearly a huge swamp!

  The elasticity of this swamp is very good, even if it falls at such a fast speed, under the buffer of the swamp, Sun Yuan's body is fine, except for getting muddy all over, there is no damage at all.

  Just as Sun Yuan was secretly amazed, a hoarse voice came from not far away, "Little guy in the swamp, pay attention, don't pretend to be dead, hurry up and climb up. This is the Soul-destroying Swamp, don't look at you now comfortable, but one minute later, as long as you haven't left the Soul-destroying Swamp, all of you will merge with it."

  At the same time, different tones and the same content echoed around, Sun Yuan thought for a moment, but suddenly understood that it was a group of little ghosts from the Tongue-Ripping Hell who came to fish people.

  With the intention of investigating the news, Sun Yuan naturally would not delay and instead cooperated very well. He struggled to get up from the swamp, moving his body with difficulty, gradually advancing in the direction where the sound came from. However, this body was originally a woman's, so its physical strength was very weak, making it difficult for Sun Yuan to move around in this place, and his speed was also very slow.

  Fortunately, the distance from here to where the ghost is located is not far, and a minute's time is enough for Sun Yuan to make several round trips back and forth, so he doesn't have to worry about time.

  After great effort, Sun Yuan finally crawled out of the swamp, and with the flickering firelight, he saw clearly what was on the edge of the swamp. What appeared before his eyes was a ghost soldier with a sinister smile, but this ghost soldier was different from the one Sun Yuan had seen earlier. This ghost soldier did not have inflated long horns, and the distinctive thing on its body was instead Nala's long tongue.

  The ghost soldier's tongue was as long as a belt, and it kept moving slowly around his waist, making a hissing sound from time to time. Sun Yuan felt nauseous just looking at it!

  "Hey, come here!" As soon as Sun Yuan grabbed the edge of the swamp with both hands and stared blankly at himself, the ghost soldier sneered and stretched out a palm-sized hand to grab the hair of the woman attached to Sun Yuan's body, pulling her out directly.

  Severe pain immediately surged forth from his head like a tidal wave, Sun Yuan's mouth twitched, very wisely he didn't struggle, only silently enduring.

  Very soon, under the traction of this ghostly creature, they arrived at a huge square. With the firelight, Sun Yuan took a general look at the situation on the square. This square was exceptionally vast, and with Sun Yuan's current eyesight, he couldn't see the edge. At this time, there were piles of bonfires lit up on the square, illuminating this eternally dark land as bright as day. Bolts of blood-red lightning flashed in the sky, and from time to time, a bloody rain fell, but within the range of the bonfires, no bloody rain fell.

  In front of each bonfire, there was a set of complicated torture instruments. One by one, the ghostly soldiers and newly arrived dead people were busily working beside the bonfires. If it weren't for the occasional screams coming from the fire pits, this would be considered a bustling scene of labor in high spirits. However, amidst this lively scene, there was an air of bloodiness, and those mournful cries were naturally the wails of the dead whose tongues had been cut out.

  "Legend has it that it's actually true, a person's tongue can really be pulled out this long!" Sun Yuan looked at the dead people around him with their tongues being pulled longer and longer, watching them struggle in pain, watching as their tongues were finally pulled directly out of their mouths. He couldn't help but twitch his eyelid, his mouth feeling a bit numb. It seems that this thing is not pleasant to experience.

  "Haha, don't look anymore, soon you'll be just like them, I guarantee you'll enjoy this painful and joyful feeling." The ghostly guard sneered, but noticed the expression of the person possessed by Sun Yuan, and suddenly threw out the woman possessed by Sun Yuan, coincidentally landing next to a bonfire, it seems they've arrived at their destination.

  "Rich ghost, how's the harvest today?" The ghostly soldier sneered as he held a sharp iron pincer, skillfully prying open the mouth of the person possessed by Sun Yuan. He suppressed some small struggles that Sun Yuan intentionally made, clamping down on her tongue and just about to pull it out when a voice came from his left side.