Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

He is no longer the Lonely Night Demon Lord he once was.

It is merely a special life form that was distorted by the power of heaven and earth.

His existence was born with the ghostly mist, and he also perished with the ghostly mist.

This is not what he wanted.

He will truly be resurrected and become a completely new life.

Therefore, he successively conquered four immortal cities, turning them all into ruins.

There is one left.

Once he gathers the ruins of five immortal cities, he can use a demonic secret technique to seize a portion of the power of the ghost mist, become the master of the ghost mist, and exist for a long time, achieving true revival.

The destruction of those immortal cities during this ghostly fog outbreak was all his doing.

He looked at Master Kou. "Go."

Master Kou accepted the order and, along with several other commanders, led countless demonic beasts and ghostly cultivators away.

The ghost ship also reformed in the gray fog, and the skull reliefs on its hull once again glowed with an eerie green light.

They traveled together to the last fairy city.

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A small number of ghostly cultivators remained around the throne, continuing to build the unfinished altar.

The ruins of the five immortal cities will form five thrones, constituting a temporary altar—this is the resurrection ceremony of the Night Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord of the Night leaned back on his throne, his fingers tapping lightly on it.

In the end, the ghostly mist is merely a manifestation of the will of heaven and earth.

The demonic path excels at devouring heaven and earth.

Let alone the mere will of heaven and earth, even the real world has devoured countless beings.

He possesses the legacy of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, so naturally he has some means to control the ghostly mist.

There was one thing he couldn't quite remember.

How exactly did the Nine Nether Demon Sect's legacy come about?

Perhaps it's a side effect of the resurrection.

My memory is somewhat fragmented.

never mind,

forget about it.

That True Lord Dongyang is quite interesting.

Unfortunately, he did not do as this guy wished.

Now that most of the cultivators from the Immortal City have fled, the fact that True Monarch Dongyang deserted in the face of battle will also be known to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Laws.

A Nascent Soul cultivator who abandons a city and flees will certainly not be tolerated by the Alliance of Myriad Laws.

Moreover, he had just secretly placed a mark on Dongyang Zhenjun.

In this ghostly fog, Dongyang Zhenjun will be hunted by countless demons and monsters; he cannot escape.

He will only be consumed by his inner demons amidst endless regret, fear, and dread.

His ultimate fate will be to become a demonic infant, a demonic manifestation of himself.

Half a day later, the Demon Lord of the Night rose from his throne.

He was going to the last immortal city to complete his resurrection ritual.

Once all five thrones are assembled, the altar will be complete.

He will no longer be a puppet of the Ghost Mist, but its master.

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After leaving Dongyang Immortal City, Lin Zhao and his group plunged into the ghostly mist.

Visibility was very low in the ghost fog, and divine sense was also suppressed, causing one's sense of direction to become disordered after entering the ghost fog.

Everyone should break out separately; staying together would make them too conspicuous and might even attract powerful beings.

Each goes their own way, and life and death are left to fate.

Lin Zhao and Gu Hongling from Camp Seven boarded the Crimson Talisman Spirit Boat together.

The runes on the ship's hull glowed crimson, standing out starkly against the gray fog.

Even if the Ghost Mist Legion under the Silent Night Demon Lord did not deliberately obstruct them,

The immense spiritual energy fluctuations of the Crimson Talisman Spirit Boat still attracted a large number of demonic beasts. First, a few peeked out from the mist, followed by hordes of dark shadows chasing after it from beneath the sea.

The group did not immediately retaliate; they were focused solely on rushing outwards.

Gu Hongling stood at the bow of the ship, pushing the speed of the spirit boat to its limit.

After flying more than a thousand miles, the horde of monsters following them had been stretched into a long line.

Gu Hongling glanced back at the distance, felt it was about right, and raised her hand to activate the rune cannon.

Thirty-six rune cannons on both sides of the ship lit up simultaneously, and crimson beams of light swept across the sea, cutting the pursuing beast horde in half.

The third-tier demonic beasts in the horde were also blasted into countless pieces by several volleys of fire.

The layer of monster corpses floating on the sea was quickly swallowed up by the ghostly mist, leaving not even a drop of blood behind.

But the Ghost Mist is not a good place to stay. Not only are there a large number of demonic beasts and resurrected cultivators, but there are also all sorts of other troubles.

The gray fog can distort space, and its magical energy consumption is several times greater than that of the outside world. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is repelled by the gray fog, and the rate of replenishment cannot keep up with the rate of consumption.

Lin Zhao estimated that even with the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool in hand, he probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long if he encountered a few tough opponents in a row.

Moreover, it's difficult to discern directions in the ghostly fog; if you accidentally stumble into its depths, you'll be in big trouble.

Fortunately, the group at Camp No. 7 in the Black Sea was indeed elite.

After piecing together the hidden information they each possessed, Old Han painstakingly devised a method for determining direction in the ghostly fog.

Although there were some bumps and bruises, they managed to avoid the main force in the ghostly fog.

The remaining minor dangers posed no problem for this group of people who had fought their way out of the Black Sea.

Even so, they still encountered a truly terrifying being.

The fog was thicker than usual that day, and the spiritual light of the spirit boat was suppressed to several tens of feet.

The entire ship looked like it was wrapped in a ball of gray cotton.

Wei Chonggang said, "This fog doesn't seem right."

Before the words were even finished,

A ghost ship, thousands of feet long, silently glided out of the gray fog.

A fourth-tier ghost ship.

The hull was a decaying dark brown, and the wood was covered with fine cracks, each crack emitting a faint gray sheen.

The sails were tattered gray cloth pieces, but each piece was imbued with ghostly mist and restrictions, and countless distorted human figures and the souls of cultivators being devoured could be vaguely seen.

The ghost ship glided silently through the gray fog, yet its speed was outrageously fast.

No one spoke on the spirit boat.

Wei Chong's hand was already clenched into a fist, Elder Han stopped his directional calculations, and Gu Hongling was ready to use the spirit boat's rune cannon.

The ghost ship ignored them and swept past the spirit ship less than three hundred feet to its left, bringing a chill that went straight to the bone.

As if it had its own goal, it headed straight into the depths of the gray fog, its silhouette growing fainter and fainter until it was finally swallowed up by the fog.

After a long while, Old Han finally said a sentence.

"He's gone."

Lin Zhao let out a deep breath.

He had already prepared for the worst—if the ghost ship crashed into him, he would have no choice but to forcibly activate the Starry Sky Rift Sword to teleport away.

But in the ghostly mist, even the teleportation array couldn't function properly, and he had no idea whether teleportation would be interfered with.

Fortunately, it was a close call.

time flies.

It's been a month since I left Dongyang Immortal City.

Space is distorted in the ghostly mist, and the perception of time is suppressed and becomes blurred. Sometimes it feels like you have been flying for a long time, but when you look, only a few hours have passed.

However, based on their estimations, they believed they had already traveled tens of thousands of miles away from the Immortal City, and were heading towards the edge of the Ghost Mist.

I just don't know how long it will take before I can completely get out.

We passed many islands along the way, most of which had been reduced to ruins.

Some islands were completely overturned, leaving only rubble; others still had remnants of buildings, but the protective barriers had long since disappeared.

Those cities that weren't reduced to ruins were all evacuated, leaving only empty cities.