Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The morning mist over the Fallen Immortal Mountains had not yet dissipated, but the desolate mountain city at the foot of the mountains was already bustling with noise, losing all trace of its former solitude.

This small town, which originally barely survived on the help of passing caravans, has now become a gathering place that cultivators from the Eastern Region flock to.

The cobblestone streets were scorching hot from being walked on, and cultivators dressed in various colors thronged shoulder to shoulder, their swords at their waists and magical artifacts in their hands clanging together.

The air was even more lively, with cultivators flying on their swords like birds in flight, streaks of light piercing the sky, attracting low-level cultivators on the ground to stop and look up, their eyes filled with envy and longing.

"Make way! Make way!"

Several rogue cultivators carrying enormous packs pushed through the crowd, their faces showing impatience.

"If we stay any longer, even the places to camp outside the city will be taken over!"

"What's the rush? The secret realm won't open for another seven days. Let's hurry up and find an inn to stay in and gather some information."

His companion pressed down on his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the shops lining the street.

The once quiet inn now displays a "Full" sign, and the taverns and teahouses are packed to capacity.

Each table was surrounded by cultivators engaged in lively discussions, their topics revolving around the inheritance of secret realms, rare and precious materials, and the astonishing news of the Blood Demon Palace joining forces with the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

Amidst the bustling crowd, two particularly eye-catching figures were strolling leisurely.

The two women, Qingguo and Qingcheng, wore brightly colored dresses that seemed a bit out of place. The peonies embroidered on their skirts were covered in dust from their journey, but this did not diminish their "confidence" in the slightest.

They were of different builds, one thick and one thin, with dark complexions, broad noses with long hair, and thick, red lips. Their small eyes, however, gleamed with what they thought was a "brilliant" light, attracting frequent glances from the surrounding cultivators.

"Look, little sister!"

Qingguo raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair from her forehead, her voice so loud it drowned out the surrounding noise.

"The eyes of every man in the city haven't left us sisters!"

Qingcheng nodded repeatedly, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and said in a coquettish manner:

"Sister is right. It must be because our beauty is so stunning that they were all mesmerized!"

As the two were talking, several young cultivators traveling in groups happened to pass by.

His gaze inadvertently swept over them, then he abruptly looked away as if pricked by a needle, quickening his pace.

Some people even instinctively covered their faces with their sleeves, as if afraid that looking at them any longer would offend their eyes.

This scene, however, was interpreted differently by the women who were beautiful enough to rival the nation and the city.

"Sister, look, look!"

Qingguo nudged Qingcheng with her elbow, lowering her voice but it was still clearly audible.

"They're all shy! They must be so captivated by our beauty that they don't even dare to look us in the eye!"

Qingcheng wholeheartedly agreed, immediately stopped, turned around to face the backs of the cultivators, and tried her best to put on what she thought was a "charming and alluring" look.

His already somewhat ferocious face, coupled with this expression, caught the attention of several cultivators holding wine bowls not far away.

"puff…"

He spat out a mouthful of wine, choked and coughed repeatedly, his face showing a mixture of laughter and tears.

"Hahahaha!"

Upon seeing this, both Qingguo and Qingcheng threw their heads back and burst into laughter. Their laughter was rough and unrestrained, attracting even more attention.

They didn't care at all about the strange looks from others, taking it as everyone's "acknowledgment" of their beauty, and laughed even more smugly.

"Sister," Qingcheng said, wiping away imaginary tears from the corners of her eyes after she had finished laughing.

"That guy Mirror Heart Demon is still busy developing the Bad Guys, we can't fall behind."

"He thinks we're not much help and sent us to explore the secret realm instead. We must snatch some of the treasures and artifacts from that realm so the rest of Eternal Night Heaven can see what it's like!"

The woman nodded emphatically, clenched her fist, and said firmly:

"Of course! With our skills, how could ordinary cultivators be a match for us? However..."

She changed the subject, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"The cultivators from other major powers haven't arrived yet. When they do, there will likely be a fierce battle."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Qingcheng patted her chest, full of confidence.

"If we sisters join forces, even the disciples of those major sects might not be a match for us!"

"Besides, there will definitely be more people from our Eternal Night Heaven exploring this secret realm later."

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion at the city gate, and then they headed toward the city gate.

In the shadows of the street corner where they left, a short, dark figure stood silently—it was Mirror Heart Demon.

He wore a mask that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes that were coldly watching the stunningly beautiful woman's back.

He then glanced at the cultivators from various factions coming and going in the city, his fingertips lightly tapping the token at his waist.

"A lot of people have come to this city; it's good to take control of a few of them..."

He murmured softly, his voice drowned out by the bustling crowd, then turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The commotion at the city gate intensified, and the crowd was pushed aside as if by an invisible hand, retreating to both sides with fear and dissatisfaction on their faces.

A sedan chair was carried by four strong men. The chair was black and embroidered with intricate silver patterns, exuding a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

Eight maids followed closely behind, each with a beautiful face but expressionless and empty eyes, like marionettes.

The old man beside the sedan chair had white hair and beard, wore a purple robe, and exuded a powerful aura; he was clearly a Nirvana Realm cultivator.

His eyes were arrogant as he surveyed the surrounding crowd as if they were ants.

"Get out of my way, all of you!" the old man roared, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"My young master is the young master of the Xuan Yin Sect in Xuanzhou. How dare you lowly commoners block his way? If you hesitate any longer, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"The Xuan Yin Sect?"

"It's the Xuan Yin Sect, infamous for its evil dual cultivation techniques!"

"No wonder they're so arrogant. I've heard they act domineeringly and never take rogue cultivators seriously."

A murmur arose from the crowd, filled with resentment, yet few dared to speak out.

As a first-class power in Xuanzhou, the Xuan Yin Sect is incredibly powerful and cannot be contended with by rogue cultivators or disciples of small sects.

A hot-tempered, red-faced cultivator couldn't help but spit out, "What is he! He's just the son of a heretical sect leader, what's with all the arrogance!"

"Although I'm not exactly a good person myself, I can't stand these bullies who rely on their power to bully others."

"If my cultivation level weren't insufficient, I would definitely teach him a lesson today."

"Let him know that this isn't some damn Xuanzhou, and that not everyone is willing to give face to the Xuan Yin Sect."

His companion quickly pulled him aside and whispered words of advice:

"Keep your voice down! Don't get yourself into trouble! The Xuan Yin Sect is notorious for holding grudges. If they target you, you'll be in big trouble!"

The red-faced cultivator was indignant, but could only shut his mouth in resentment.