Just by watching the changes before him, the Black Shadow Man knew that the Burning Blood Flames were extremely dangerous, so he cautiously moved away, examining again and again.

The last time he was here, those flame-covered mountains were still some distance from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World. But now they are connected, and if looked closely, a trace of the river channel can still be seen.

If he had come earlier, he could have confirmed it, but now, everything has been burned beyond recognition, and nothing can be confirmed.

Feeling the tongues of flame spewing forth, the Black Shadow Man quietly retreated a bit more, still somewhat fearful in his heart.

Back then, there was a very powerful presence in the area covered by the Blood Flames, and even when he came to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he didn't dare to pass through this way.

Each time he came here, he had to take a large detour, first going to another layer of the Abyss and then coming up from another Abyssal Rift. Each time was a gamble with death.

Not only did he have to face the harsh environment and the ever-changing Abyss, but possibly also some dangerous Devils.

He wouldn't want to come here unless absolutely necessary.

However, the guy who made him detour every time disappeared decades ago, and when he returned here, all he saw was a Sea of Fire that hasn't extinguished yet.

It is said that two Blood Flames fell from the heavens, turning this place into what it is now.

The path to the Tenth Tier has not yet opened, and the world is already this dangerous. He dared not imagine what it would be like in the future.

He didn't have the courage to obstruct the opening of the Tenth Tier path, nor the ability to stop it, so he could only improve himself as much as possible and prepare for any eventuality.

The one inside the Mud Sea of the Muddied World awakened once and told him what to do, giving him power.

Now it's time for him to repay his debt.

Borrowing was genuinely pleasant, much easier than the painstaking Cultivation. It's not that he didn't need to cultivate diligently, but rather that effort could lead to rewards, and that was the most important part.

With his talent, normally advancing to the Seventh Tier by the end of his lifespan would be as lucky as the ancestral grave emitting smoke.

Unfortunately, now he has to repay the debt, and that is truly painful.

To accomplish this, he hadn't done anything for years, spending most of his time hustling for matters.

Now he considered it relatively successful to have obtained the Crystal Ball, and after using it, he received a good hint, allowing him to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He offered this Crystal Ball in tribute to the one who lent him power, waiting for the Tenth Tier path to open. His advancement would then hold a chance.

At the edge of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he set up a magic platform, changed into a set of Magic Robes, and placed the Crystal Ball in the center.

Then he took a drop of Heart Blood, a drop of Fingertip Blood, a drop of Essence Blood, a strand of Heart Protecting Fur, a strand of hair, and a tooth, each weighing down a talisman with a black background and blood pattern.

He knelt on the cushion, breaking eight finger bones before forming a strange Seal, chanting the Sacrificial Text in an unknown language.

As the Sacrificial Text was chanted, the incense in the incense burner started to emit thin smoke.

That smoke, dense yet not dispersing, woven like a tapestry, continuously intertwining, outlined an Incense Fire Bridge suspended over the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, stretching deep into the distance.

Railing inexplicably arose on both sides of the smoke bridge, with each smoke pillar carved with large, hideous, variously shaped little people.

From the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, joyous thoughts emerged, and wisps of black air climbed along the dangling smoke onto the Incense Fire Bridge, attaching themselves to those smoke-formed little people.

In an instant, the white smoke little people transformed into black, each crouching on the pillars, opening pitch-black eyes, uttering their names in languages distinct from human clans.

"Fierce Ghost."

Upon chanting their name, the little people's shapes solidified entirely.

Thereafter, each large, pitch-black head, uniquely shaped little person recited their name.

Their forms gradually solidified, sitting firmly on the pillars.

Later, one little person with interlocked sharp teeth broke into a sinister grin.

"Evil Ghost."

However, after chanting this name, instead of becoming solid and stable, its form grew increasingly ethereal.

Its shape fluctuated between two forms ever faster, ultimately exploding into a puff of black air with a loud pop.

And just as the black air tried to return to the Incense Fire Bridge, it couldn't, being rejected by an invisible barrier.

It struggled endlessly, refusing to give up.

As more pitch-black little people appeared on the small pillars alongside the Incense Fire Bridge, another met the same fate as the Evil Ghost.

One little person chanting "Feces Feeding Ghost" shouted, faring even worse than the Evil Ghost, as golden light emerged within its body, causing it to explode instantly.

That black air couldn't ascend the bridge, trying to fall back to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World but was rejected, ultimately fluttering helplessly in the wind until it gradually vanished into nothingness.

And that named Evil Ghost, having given up on ascending the bridge, attempted to return to the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, only to find itself rejected as well.

It hovered in the air, shape constantly changing, neither advancing nor retreating, and upon trying to leave the bounds of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, it was annihilated as soon as it attempted to leave.

After two consecutive complete and utter destructions, those black airs eager to climb the bridge became much more cautious.

The Black Shadow Man was furious, yet he couldn't move nor stop chanting the Sacrificial Text.

These fools, how could they be so stupid? He had previously relayed a message specifically stating that this world's Evil Ghosts were stubborn and insisted on provoking the Hungry Ghosts, forcing a name change to Hostile Ghosts.