Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The cultivators surrounding the crimson hall stared in disbelief.

No one expected that these two cultivators of unknown origin were so powerful that they could easily overpower even the inner elders of the Qingyun Sect.

What I never expected was that those two "unique"-looking women would be so fierce!

"Who...who are these two? How can they possibly overpower an elder of the Qingyun Sect?"

"And those two strikingly beautiful women, they were way too ruthless! The Qingyun Sect disciples were beaten like lambs to the slaughter!"

"It seems this trip to the secret realm was truly full of hidden talents! I'll have to be careful in the future, lest I inadvertently provoke the wrong people..."

Ge Liang gradually lost his strength and was struck in the shoulder by Yang Guo's sword. Blood spurted out, he screamed, flew backward, and crashed to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Elder Ge!" Zhong Xiang exclaimed in surprise, his mind in disarray, and his moves immediately revealed an opening.

Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity and delivered a Tai Chi punch that landed squarely on his chest.

"puff!"

Zhong Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and only stopped after crashing into the stone wall.

He looked at Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji with fear in his eyes, knowing that he was no match for them.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Zhong Xiang dared not linger. He struggled to his feet, turned around, and fled towards the inner perimeter of the blood-red palace.

The place is a gathering place for experts from various forces. Even if Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji are very strong, they might not dare to make a move there.

Zhang Wuji watched his fleeing figure but did not give chase.

Just as Zhong Xiang had thought, with all the major forces gathered in the inner circle, taking rash action would only bring unnecessary trouble and be a losing proposition.

Meanwhile, Zhao Kun and Qian Feng had already been beaten to the point of near death by Qingguo and Qingcheng, and were clearly not going to live much longer!

Of the fifty Qingyun Sect disciples who had come with them, only a handful remained. They fled in disarray amidst the chaos, while the rest were either killed or seriously injured.

The battle ended in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

After the battle, Qingguo clapped her hands and looked triumphantly at Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji:

"You guys are really something! That old man's oppressive aura almost crushed me!"

Black Emperor poked his head out from the bushes and curled his lip: "If I weren't too lazy to do it, they wouldn't have the chance to be so arrogant here..."

"I thought you were dead!" Qingguo glared at it, as if to punch it.

The Black Emperor quickly pulled his head back, muttering, "What do you want to do?... I was just sleepy and resting for a bit..."

Zhang Wuji looked at the Black Emperor and the Beauty: "Alright, stop fooling around! Look over there."

Everyone turned their gaze toward the crimson hall and saw that people from various forces were also beginning to enter.

"Brother Yang, what should we do now? Should we go into this blood-red palace?" Zhang Wuji asked.

Yang Guo's gaze returned to the palace entrance shrouded in blood-red mist, his brows furrowed.

"This palace is indeed eerie, but with so many people going in, there might really be some secret behind it."

Beneath the group, Black Emperor muttered, "It looks dangerous inside..."

Yang Guo ignored it and said to the others, "Let's go and check out the entrance first."

Without further hesitation, the four of them walked towards the deep and eerie entrance to the blood-red palace.

Let's rewind to half an hour ago.

At the entrance to the blood-red palace, forces from various major powers, including the Xuanming Sect, Xuanqing Taoism, Wanfo Temple, and Xingchen Pavilion, had already gathered.

Unlike those rogue cultivators who act impulsively, they first sent a few disciples in to investigate, while they waited for news at the entrance.

Before long, the voices of the scouting disciples could be heard from inside the palace, but their figures were obscured by the blood-red mist.

"Elder! There really is a terrestrial immortal's inheritance inside! This disciple saw the inheritance stele in a stone chamber!"

"Brothers, come quick! There are so many resources inside, we can't possibly carry them all! Please help us move them!"

"Junior brothers, there are lots of high-grade spirit stones here, come and fill them up!"

Excited shouts echoed from inside the palace, clearly reaching the ears of the elders and disciples of each sect.

"It's my senior brother's voice! That's great!"

"I heard my senior sister's voice too. She said there's a lineage!"

"Disciples, don't be afraid, this elder is coming in right away!"

The various forces that were originally observing could no longer contain themselves upon hearing these calls.

The allure of inheriting the legacy of terrestrial immortals and possessing vast resources is too great for them to resist anything.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

"Don't let someone else beat you to it!"

At the command of the elders of each sect, they led their disciples into the blood-red palace like a tidal wave.

……

When Yang Guo, his companions, and their dog arrived at the entrance, they witnessed this scene.

Looking at the crowds pouring into the palace, and sniffing the thick, blood-red mist in the air, the Black Emperor advised again:

"Hey, you two kids, and these two women too."

"I urge you one last time, please don't go in! It's really dangerous inside! This fog is strange; it has an aura of death about it..."

"Danger?"

Yang Guo glanced at the surging cultivators and said calmly,

"If they can go, so can we."

"For us cultivators, the path to enlightenment is inherently fraught with thorns; why should we fear a battle?"

Seeing that their minds were made up, the Black Emperor knew that further persuasion was useless, and could only snort dejectedly:

"Do as you please, but don't expect me to save you if you encounter danger..."

After a brief discussion, Yang Guo and the other three agreed to explore the cave and, without further hesitation, resolutely headed inside.

"Stay vigilant, and retreat immediately if there is any danger," Yang Guo reminded him one last time.

"Alright!" Zhang Wuji, Qingguo, and Qingcheng responded in unison.

Only that silly dog, Black King, was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Black King gritted his teeth, his four short legs kicking incredibly fast as he chased after it, shouting defiantly as he did so.

"I will go with you, so I can protect you!"

Yang Guo and the others smiled when they heard its voice, but they did not stop walking.

As soon as you step into the palace, a sinister aura several times stronger than outside hits you, mixed with a faint smell of blood, making you want to vomit.

The surroundings were pitch black, with only the occasional flashes of blood-red runes on the walls emitting a faint red light that barely illuminated the path ahead.

The ground beneath my feet was sticky, as if I were walking on some kind of slippery moss. Upon closer inspection, I found it to be dark red, like congealed blood.

"This place... is too eerie." Qingcheng couldn't help but frown and subconsciously clenched her fists.

Zhang Wuji circulated his spiritual energy, forming a protective shield around himself to isolate the evil energy.

"Everyone be careful, this fog may erode your mind, try not to inhale too much."

Black King's little head looked around warily, its golden eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"I think I smell blood... and... the stench of corpses..."