Yin Juezhi represented his own Iron Coffin Dao and the many Side Door Tao Lineages of the Duke Bingling lineage, setting off for Dushuo Mountain to seek refuge with Wang Yuan, but let's not talk about that for now.
Beneath Fengdu Ghost City, in the Sewing Machine Hell of the nineteenth layer of Hell.
Rumble rumble rumble...
The three great mills of Ghost Power Factory Number 957 spun at high speed, and in the gaps between the mills, countless ferocious ghosts were also frantically pushing the heavy wheels.
"Faster, faster, faster! Push harder! The mill behind is catching up——!"
"All of you, put your backs into it!
I, Old Saber, killed my own father in a rage at five, beat my mother to death at twelve, murdered my brother and dishonored my sister-in-law at fifteen, and turned to a life of banditry in the mountains at eighteen, cutting down travelers and committing every crime imaginable.
