I can find treasures in my dreams.

The primordial world, the Black Sand Sea of ​​Death.

A fierce wind swept across the surface of the Death Whisper Sands, carrying fine black sand. At this moment, the gates of twilight were about to open for only one minute.

The Arbitrator of the Shadow Temple, Sallit, hovered hundreds of meters above the sand abyss, his body surrounded by shadows that could not be penetrated by sight, his chest filled with smug satisfaction.

This guy is one of Yang Fan's "old acquaintances".

Back then, relying on the Law Weaver in its hand, it attempted to corrupt Yang Fan's destiny with the Law of Calamity, turning the latter into a skull carving on the weapon.

It never expected that the target, which seemed to have only the cultivation of a mid-level Venerable, would unleash several incredible and powerful secret techniques in succession, locking onto it hidden in the Yin Realm across the endless void.

In the end, Yang Fan used an incredible Dream Gate to steal the Fate Weaver before Sallit could even react!

It should be noted that Sallit, as a high-level Venerable, has killed at least 150 beings of the same level using the Weaver of Fortune technique, if not two hundred.

Now it has fallen to an enemy that is a whole level below it. This is more than just a defeat; it is an utter disgrace etched into its very bones.

It had been holding its breath for far too long.

But worst of all, the demigod powerhouse who ruled the Shadow Temple had serious doubts about Sallit's abilities.

If it hadn't made many contributions to the Secret Palace in the past, it would probably have immediately lost its position as Arbitrator after losing the Law Weapon.

Nevertheless, its position within the organization is also precarious.

Therefore, it must prove itself as soon as possible and regain the demigod's trust by taking the enemy's head.

Just then, news came that Yang Fan's clone, Mr. Lingya, had broken through the third barrier and advanced to the Venerable level. Sallit immediately decided that since he couldn't deal with the enemy's main body hiding in the Miga World for the time being, he would cut off this wing first!

It directly used the arbitrator's authority to summon two mid-level Venerables skilled in deduction and simulation, who quickly discovered the target's whereabouts—the enemy intended to enter the Sands of Death to explore secrets long sealed by time.

Thus, a trap set for Yang Fan was secretly laid by Sallit beneath the sand layers above this desolate abyss.

A hunt involving Venerables has begun.

At this moment.

Sallit's blood-red vertical pupils were fixed on a section of completely black bone floating in front of him.

Judging from its appearance, it appears to be a finger bone, but it is by no means something that belongs to an ordinary creature.

It is about two meters long, and its joints are covered with spiral dark red patterns, like some kind of ancient curse or dried bloodstains.

Layers of illusory black flames swirled around the finger bones. The flames did not burn the air, but silently devoured the surrounding light. Even the sand and dust that swept past the edge of the flames were instantly shredded into nothingness.

This single finger bone is already so terrifying; it's not hard to deduce how incredibly powerful its original owner must have been.

This thing is a new weapon that Sallit, with his arbitrator authority, summoned from the Secret Temple. It is also the weapon that unleashed the death power accumulated deep within the Abyss of Death's Whisper.

Behind Sallit stood two other figures with imposing auras.

These two are naturally mid-level Venerables from the Secret Palace.

They are typical demonic forms—horns on their heads, their bodies covered in fine scales, and a long tail covered in barbs that flicks gently in the air, creating a series of sharp, piercing sounds.

There are hundreds of demon races in the primordial world, and the above characteristics are a common "template" for almost all races.

Different types of demons have slightly different characteristics in other parts of their bodies, which is also a way to distinguish them.

The venerable one on the left has a short, thick horn on his head, covered with ancient blue-green patterns, and the tip of the horn gleams with a cold light. He is a powerful member of the Black Horned Demon Clan.

The one on the right has a gleaming blade growing from the elbows of both arms, its sharpness almost tearing through space. This is clearly a master of the Blade Demon Clan.

"Come with me……"

"Come back soon..."

"This is your home..."

Countless eerie whispers surged up from the depths of the sand abyss.

These sounds were faint and hoarse, like the whispers of countless souls being choked, densely drilling into the ears, making even the soul tremble slightly.

Through the swirling black sand, countless illusory figures could be vaguely seen slowly emerging from beneath the sand.

They came in all shapes and sizes; some were missing limbs, some had blurred faces, and some were even just half a body. Yet, without prior arrangement, they all stretched out their pale, bony hands toward the three Venerable Ones who were suspended in the air, making bewitching gestures one after another.

This chilling and terrifying scene should have been a feast for the dead that only appeared after the primordial night descended upon the Sands of the Dead.

But now, it is clearly daytime.

Without a doubt, this was caused by the finger bone fully activating the death power deep within the sand abyss, resulting in the strange phenomenon appearing during the day.

Even a knight, when faced with a horde of the dead covering the mountains and plains, will inevitably have his mind shaken by the mournful cries of death.

Those who are slightly weaker are often seduced by the whispers of the dead and step into the quicksand that devours everything, eventually becoming part of the tide of death.

But the three Venerable Ones standing in the wind and sand at this moment completely isolated the soul erosion brought by the tide of the dead from their law domains.

Amidst the howling wind and sand, a dozen seconds quietly passed.

Sallit slowly withdrew his gaze from his finger bones, his eyes piercing through the swirling sand to look down into the bottomless abyss, and he took a deep breath.

A strange sight suddenly appeared at that moment.

Wisps of black mist, barely visible to the naked eye, emerged and rushed toward Sallit.

This high-ranking demon lord had an unusual nasal cavity; his three deep nostrils were like black holes, drawing in all the black energy.

“Ah… I like this taste.” Sallit let out a low, hoarse sigh, his voice filled with intoxicating enjoyment. “Pure death, the most perfect gift.”

It truly revels in death, revels in the despair built upon the remains of millions of dead.

Its vertical pupils suddenly contracted to needle size, revealing a chilling cruelty: "In three minutes, the tide of the dead will reach its peak, but with the Azure Ghost's abilities, there's a high probability he'll find a way to escape from the abyss."

"At that time, he will crawl directly into the cage I set up. I will personally peel off his skin and muscles bit by bit, and then remove his bones one by one, so that he can experience the most extreme pain."

"Finally, I will seal his indomitable soul into the 'Demon Soul Refining Furnace' and roast it with the demonic fire of purgatory for at least three hundred years, making him wish he were dead."

It seemed to have thought of something, and the cruelty in its eyes was tinged with madness: "Right, there's also that damned Azure Civilization. I'm going to extract the souls of all Azure people from their bodies and use them as 'soul materials' for the Demon Soul Refining Furnace."

"At that time, the Azure Ghost will spend his days listening to the wails of his people. I will make him regret it deeply... Yes, I will oppose the Shadow Temple."

It had intended to say "I regret stealing the Weaver of Fate," but it immediately realized that saying that would be a bit embarrassing, so it quickly changed its words.

The Blade Demon Lord's tone carried a hint of flattery: "Your Majesty Sallit, your decision is absolutely brilliant! I am willing to personally carry out the mission of destroying the Azure Civilization. I will immediately mobilize a hundred million Blade Demon troops and let the Azure people wail in blood and fire."

Sallit nodded slowly: "That's a good idea."

From its perspective, doing so might force the Azure Ghost to return to the Azure Civilization, thus breaking the deadlock.

at this time.

A very slight tremor suddenly ran through Sallit's heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Just as it was about to use its secret method to investigate, another anomaly occurred.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of muffled thunderclaps suddenly came from the depths of the sand dunes.

The sound possessed a strange power, penetrating deep into the souls of the three.

The tidal wave of death chants grew louder.

Even with the naked eye, you can see a faint black mist rising from the surface of the sand.

Despite the howling winds, they could not disperse the black fog.

The Black Horned Demon Lord revealed a ferocious smile: "The tide of death is getting more and more intense; the target should be emerging soon."

Sallit grunted in agreement and excitedly issued a command: "Gentlemen, prepare to capture the prey."

As it spoke, it had completely forgotten its earlier "feeling of unease".

The Venerable One was unaware that it had encountered this situation more than once since the Weaver of Fate was stolen.

In other words, the primordial spirit senses the abnormal situation but ignores it.

This is a typical case of being "beset by bad luck".

It used to manipulate the fates of others, but now it's its own fate that's being manipulated.

Fate returned the favor in this wondrous way.

Or rather—mocking.

Five seconds later.

For Sallit, its last chance to "defy fate" vanished without its knowledge.

Fate, in the midst of silence, pushed it into an extremely dangerous situation.

Sudden--

"Crack! Crack!" A clear cracking sound spread from the finger bones in Sallit's hand.

The high-ranking Venerable's pupils contracted sharply.

It could be seen with absolute clarity that a barely perceptible crack had appeared in the middle of the finger bone.

It also sensed that there was some terrifying force trying to break free of its restraints.

Sallit's expression immediately changed drastically!

It is connected to the finger bones and mind, and through this object one can clearly sense all the movements in the depths of the sand abyss.

At this moment, an immense power far exceeding its expectations, like a sleeping ancient behemoth, rapidly awakened and surged from the deepest part of the sand abyss, rushing upwards with a world-destroying momentum.

What disturbs it most is that, in order to unleash the power of death from the depths of the Deathly Sands, it has formed a kind of "bond" with the power of death through its finger bones.

If another force within the sand abyss were to erupt, it would shatter the bond completely, and the bond itself would suffer a severe blow.

Sallit cursed "Damn it!" and activated a secret technique at top speed.

"Oh!"

Its left hand instantly became blurry, then exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang," and was instantly absorbed by the finger bones.

The cracks on the surface of the finger bones began to heal rapidly.

The power surging from the depths of the sand abyss was suppressed by the surging power of death.

But it's only temporary.

It doesn't know how much longer it can last.

At this point, Sallitt understood perfectly well that this was most likely the work of the Azure Ghost once again.

The problem is, how could the opponent, who was clearly trapped in the sand abyss, possess such terrifying power?

In fact.

This high-ranking Venerable was unaware that his proud Spacetime Ruler was playing the most ridiculous "prison".

Because the spacetime ruler had been secretly tampered with, Sallit's perception had long been completely "distorted"—the anomaly deep within the sand abyss had actually been going on for quite some time.

The brewing and gathering of that immense power all took place quietly behind the "isolation barrier" formed by the spacetime light ruler.

The light ruler not only failed to cause any trouble for the opponent, but instead became a shackle that blinded him.

It wasn't until the Twilight Heavenly Gate set up by Yang Fan was about to open, and this power strong enough to tear through space and time broke through the shield of the light ruler, that this high-level Venerable belatedly realized something was wrong.

In a way, this is like shooting oneself in the foot.

The two demon lords watched helplessly as the arbitrator's left arm, covered in dark gold scales, exploded with a deafening roar, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

Before the scattered armor fragments and black mist had even dissipated, a chill ran through the two men's hearts—the plan had completely deviated from its intended course.

“Your Majesty…” Black Horn Venerable’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hoarse voice filled with panic and disbelief.

He had barely uttered two words when a deafening roar, powerful enough to tear apart the very soul, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Boom——!!!"

That was no ordinary explosion; it was a sound of catastrophe, like the collapse of an ancient divine mountain and the pouring of galaxies, shaking the void and causing visible ripples.

In the center of the Death Whisper Sand Abyss, as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand, trillions of tons of quicksand collapsed instantly, creating a super crater several kilometers deep and over a thousand kilometers in diameter.

The bottom of the pit was pitch black, and the sand walls at the edges were jagged and irregular. Tens of thousands of tons of quicksand continued to fall down the walls with a loud, muffled rumble that never stopped.

The mournful whispers of death that had echoed across the mountains and fields for hundreds of years were abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

The gray, vengeful spirits that roamed the surface of the sand dunes, exuding an aura of resentment, seemed to have encountered their nemesis, turning into wisps of green smoke the instant the giant pit was formed.

The vast area surrounding the sand dunes was not spared either. Tens of thousands of sand dunes seemed to have been stripped of their foundations, and the surface sand layer began to collapse and slide on a large scale, forming surging sand waves.

The gale seized the opportunity to sweep in, howling as it swept past, carrying fine sand and gravel. The originally scattered sand waves quickly gathered and rose, eventually turning into a sandstorm that blotted out the sky.

This might have been a "small" disaster affecting only a small part of the original world.

But if it landed on Azure Star, it would be a catastrophe covering five million square kilometers, enough to devour everything.

The yellow sand blocked out the sun, and the world was instantly shrouded in a dim yellow light, making it difficult for even light to penetrate. Only the occasional flashes of dark purple lightning from the depths of the giant pit illuminated this apocalyptic scene.

At this moment.

The two demon lords finally realized that the situation was out of control. They looked at each other and saw deep fear and a desire to retreat in each other's eyes.

Sallit's fingertips trembled slightly, conveying the scorching sensation of uncontrolled death power.

It could clearly sense that the long-dormant power deep in the sand abyss was like a giant beast awakening, surging wildly and doubling in just a few breaths.

The once-solid suppression barrier is now on the verge of collapse, as fragile as paper.

A deadly danger, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around its soul, making its hair stand on end.

This high-ranking Venerable gritted his teeth and immediately made a decision—to shatter his finger bones.

Although doing so would inevitably damage the source, at this critical moment when life and death hang in the balance, only by sacrificing some power can one have a chance to survive.

next moment.

The finger bones began to glow with a rich, dark gray light.

It intends to use this medium, which carries the power of death, to transform into a death tsunami and temporarily repel that out-of-control force.

But at this moment.

A magnificent, breathtaking pillar of crimson light erupted from the bottom of the sand abyss.

The beam of light was not pure blood red, but rather a grayish-black mixed with strange, dim yellow patterns and the power of death.

The moment the beam of light pierced through the sand, it made a tearing sound, as if even space itself was being scorched.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the quicksand was instantly vaporized, turning into wisps of white mist, and the surrounding air was scorched and distorted.

This is precisely the product of the entanglement and fusion of the laws of the secret realm and the death power of the sand abyss after the opening of the Twilight Heavenly Gate.

With an overwhelming force, it soared straight into the high clouds.

The three venerable ones were immediately shocked.

The two demon lords reacted extremely quickly, their bodies instantly disintegrating into countless wisps of black mist, leaving a faint afterimage in place as if pulled by a gale.

The next instant, they appeared atop a sand dune 300 kilometers away.

As the black mist condensed, a trace of blood clung to the corners of both of their mouths, and their breathing became disordered.

Even those who fled in haste were injured by the aftershocks of the beam of light.

Only Sallit couldn't leave, even if he wanted to.

The death power within its body and the power deep within the sand abyss had long since formed an invisible bond, as if they were chained together.

As this high-ranking Venerable retreated with all his might, he rapidly unleashed a secret technique with both hands.

A series of gray-black defensive light barriers stacked in front of him, covered with ancient runes, yet they trembled continuously under the aura emanating from the pillar of light, revealing fine cracks.

Taking a moment out of its busy schedule, it looked up and glanced at the crimson pillar of light piercing the heavens and earth. A chilling sensation instantly shot from the soles of its feet to the top of its head.

A sharp warning came from the depths of his primordial spirit, as if he were being watched by the most terrifying predator—at the very bottom of that pillar of light, there seemed to be some indescribable existence, emanating a hunger that made one's soul tremble.

That thing requires offerings!

After a moment of deathly silence.

Deep within Sallit's vertical pupils, an unbelievable terror exploded.

Because it could see it with unparalleled clarity—within the pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, a deeper shadow was slowly writhing.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic hand with knuckles as prominent as mountains tore through the pillar of light, carrying an overwhelming and destructive pressure as it slowly reached out towards it.

Wherever the giant hand passed, subtle ripples and distortions appeared in the surrounding space. Blood-red light flowed between the skin folds of the giant hand, shimmering with an eerie luster as if it were alive.

At the same time, an overwhelming and suffocating attraction suddenly burst forth from the giant hand, sweeping out like an invisible vortex.

This suction force was no ordinary physical pull; it pierced through Sallit's hard scales, bypassed its powerful physical defenses, and directly locked onto the core essence deep within its soul.

Sallit could clearly feel that his soul was being held firmly by an invisible iron hook, being pulled uncontrollably toward the giant hand.

Every inch of his soul seemed to be being brutally torn apart by iron hooks, bringing unimaginable pain.

This despair, stemming from the instinct for survival, instantly overwhelmed all its consciousness.

"what!"

It let out the loudest and most mournful howl of its life. (End of Chapter)