Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

"It's alright. Two ants, as long as they're still on the Tianyuan Continent, will inevitably meet again as if by fate..." Ye Junlin murmured softly.

At the same time, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, like frost in the dead of winter. "Mo Chen is quite good at hiding his true intentions. I never imagined that the Qingyun Sect was backing him up."

As a native of Qingzhou, he was naturally very familiar with the name "Qingyun Sect".

This is a top-tier power. It has experts at the Celestial Realm level in charge, but whether it has any terrestrial immortals is unknown.

"Never mind, we'll deal with whatever comes our way, there's nothing to worry about."

"You did a great job this time." Ye Junlin looked up at the four of them, his tone filled with unreserved praise.

"This assassination was clean and efficient, successfully enhancing the reputation of the Fine Rain Pavilion under my Eternal Night Heaven."

The four men straightened their backs and replied in deep voices, "Your Majesty flatters us! We are merely following orders; it is our duty."

Ye Junlin looked at the four people and nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Junlin's gaze swept over Jing Ke and his companions again. His voice was calm yet firm, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake.

"If you four can use the resources you've acquired, then take them yourselves; if not, keep them to contribute to the development of Xiyu Tower."

"Your Majesty, we thank you!" the four replied in unison, their eyes gleaming with undisguised joy, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Although these resources were almost useless to them, this short sentence was like a golden key, unlocking the door to recognition and glory in their hearts.

Ye Junlin nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall, his voice suddenly becoming solemn: "Mo Chen is dead, and the Qingyun Sect will probably not let this go."

"Qingzhou will soon be in a state of panic. The four of you should stay in the Eternal Night Space to rest and recuperate until things calm down before proceeding with the next plan."

He paused, then looked at Jing Ke: "Liu Canglan's request has been fulfilled. You will deliver Mo Chen's head later."

"Understood," Jing Ke replied.

The system panel suddenly appeared, displaying a message:

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the hidden mission. Your forces have made their debut and successfully completed their first assassination. As this is the first time you have triggered the hidden mission, the system is rewarding you with 1 Gold Summoning Card.]

"Wow, what a surprise! A hidden quest completed already? And the reward is a Golden Summoning Card!"

"After studying the system for the past few days, I've found that even the lowest level of a Golden Summoning Card can summon a Celestial Realm expert."

Ye Junlin instantly beamed with joy, inwardly cursing.

"Now that there are experts at the Celestial Realm, we no longer need to live in fear."

Ye Junlin rose, his black robes fluttering in the night wind. He walked to the center of the hall.

His gaze swept across the endless void outside the hall, his voice carrying an air of dominance over the world:

"Whether it's the Qingyun Sect or any other force, from this day forward, the fate of Qingzhou rests with my Yongye Heaven!"

Upon hearing this, Jing Ke and his three companions inside the hall responded in unison, "We will obey your command, Lord!"

The dim light illuminated their resolute faces, and also reflected the ever-burning ambition of the eternal night.

"Alright, you four can go and rest now." Ye Junlin dismissed the others.

"Yes," the four people said, bowing with their arms around each other, and then turned to leave.

"The system is using a Golden Summoning Card."

As Ye Junlin's voice fell, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the system panel.

The blinding light instantly filled the entire hall, even dimming the glow of the lamps on the ceiling.

[Ding! Host detected using Golden Summoning Card, randomly drawing powerful beings from all realms...]

[Summoning successful! Congratulations, host, for summoning the powerful figure from across the heavens—the Unruly Marshal, Yuan Tiangang!]

Name: Yuan Tiangang

[Cultivation Level: Late Stage of Celestial Being]

[Physique: Heavenly Gang Dao Body (Immune to All Magic)]

[Cultivation Technique: Immortal-Rank "Heavenly Gang Profound Scripture" (integrating three hundred years of cultivation insights, combining deduction, combat, and health cultivation)]

Martial Arts: Heavenly Gang Body Protection, Huayang Needle Technique, Myriad Transformations Divine Palm

[Origin: From "The Legend of Qin", the Grand Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty, the Commander of the Bad Guys, whose three-hundred-year plan stirred up the world, and who single-handedly restrained the feudal lords, making him a top genius in his world]

Loyalty: 100%

"What luck! I'm incredibly lucky today. I actually drew the legendary character who combines wisdom and strength—the Bad Guy Commander Yuan Tiangang."

The saying, "Once a bad guy, always a bad guy," is a proverb.

And the line "With blood as ink and the city as the scroll, I will write your path to the underworld" is quite domineering!

Moreover, his cultivation level is at the late stage of the Celestial Realm!

He knew very well that there were very few Celestial Realm experts in the Eastern Region, and most of them lived in seclusion.

Now that Yongyetian has gained such strong support, it is enough to stir up a huge wave in Qingzhou and even the Eastern Region!

The golden light slowly receded, and a figure stepped out of the air, surrounded by a faint but powerful aura, yet also exuding a deep and mysterious aura.

He wore a large ebony hat with the brim pulled down very low.

His face was covered by an ancient bronze mask, engraved with intricate cloud patterns and star maps, the edges of which were faintly rusted, adding to his sense of vicissitude and mystery.

His true face was obscured, but his eyes, peering through the slits of the mask, seemed sharp as a hawk's, as if they could pierce through all the illusions of the world.

He was wearing a dark black robe with a flared hip, the hem embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns.

He wore a matching round-necked robe over his clothes; the fabric was thick but not bulky, and it swayed slightly with his movements.

The word "bad" was subtly embroidered on the cuffs.

He stood there, exuding an imposing aura without anger; the vicissitudes of three hundred years and the majesty of wielding power were perfectly blended.

Simply standing there quietly made the air in the hall seem to freeze.

Yuan Tiangang slowly walked into the hall and knelt on one knee before Ye Junlin, who was seated in the main seat.

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an unquestionable loyalty:

"The Bad Guy Commander Yuan Tiangang pays his respects to the Lord! I am willing to go through fire and water for the Eternal Night Heaven!"

Ye Junlin sat in the main seat, his heart already churning with turbulent emotions.

Suppressing his excitement, Ye Junlin spoke in a dignified yet calm tone: "General, please rise. From this day forward, you will be the core pillar of my Eternal Night Heaven."

Yuan Tiangang stood up in response, his imposing aura subtly receding, yet he maintained a respectful posture.

"Your Majesty flatters me. Since I have been summoned by Your Majesty's resurrection, I shall naturally sweep away all obstacles for Your Majesty."

Ye Junlin nodded, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The Eternal Night Heaven is now taking shape, and the eight guards are beginning to emerge.

Yuan Tiangang's arrival comes at a crucial moment for establishing the Six Greats and laying the foundation for top-tier combat power.

Yuan Tiangang's late-stage Celestial Realm cultivation and intelligence-gathering ability undoubtedly make him the top choice among the Six Greats.

"Yuan Tiangang, heed my command!" Ye Junlin's voice suddenly rose, carrying the unique majesty of a monarch.

"My Eternal Night Heaven's power structure consists of one Lord, two Gods, three Emperors, four Venerables, five Imperials, six Absolutes, seven Stars, eight Guardians, nine Commanders, and ten Inspectors! The six Absolutes are positioned as top-tier individual combat forces, showcasing the Eternal Night Heaven's military might to the outside world!"

He raised his hand and pointed directly at Yuan Tiangang, his tone resolute: "I hereby appoint you as one of the Six Masters—the Master of Calculation! You shall be in charge of intelligence and strategic planning for the Eternal Night Heaven."

"It can mobilize all forces below the Eighth Guard, coordinate the overall situation, predict the general trend of the world, and anyone who disobeys will be executed first and reported later!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" Yuan Tiangang knelt on one knee to receive the order, his voice firm and powerful, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

In his previous life, he spent three hundred years strategizing for the Tang Dynasty. Now, on a different world's chessboard, he can still stir up trouble.

Qingzhou City, Black Market

Liu Canglan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant, rolling green mountains, his brows slightly furrowed.

Ever since the day he commissioned the Xiyu Tower to assassinate Mo Chen, he had been anxious day and night, eagerly awaiting news of Mo Chen's execution.

The wind rustled through the bamboo tips. A dark figure came riding the wind, its movements elusive, landing without stirring up a speck of dust.

It was Jing Ke.

He was dressed in black, carrying an ebony box in his hand. From the gap in the box, which was not fully sealed, a faint smell of blood could be seen.

Liu Canglan's pupils contracted slightly. He suppressed the tremor in his heart and said in a deep voice, "My lord."

Jing Ke's voice was calm, without any unnecessary pleasantries. He handed over the ebony box directly, saying, "Mo Chen's head, what you wanted."

Liu Canglan's fingers trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and reached out to take the box.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, but the faint smell of blood became increasingly clear, penetrating straight into the nasal cavity.

He abruptly lifted the lid of the box, and inside was Mo Chen's hideous face—his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth still held the terror of dying. It was the face he hated to the core!

"Mo Chen... is really dead!" Liu Canglan's voice trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes instantly turned crimson.

Ten years of pent-up hatred surged forth like a tidal wave: "The wronged souls of the hundreds of members of the Liu family can finally rest in peace today!"

Ten years of forbearance, ten years of planning, today my wish has come true. The pent-up emotions can no longer be contained, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

Jing Ke stood to one side, his expression indifferent.

For him, this was just a business deal; the love, hate, and grudges of the world were none of his concern.

After a long while, Liu Canglan finally calmed down. He closed the box lid, bowed deeply to Jing Ke,

His posture was extremely respectful: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, Xiyulou! Words cannot express our gratitude; my grandson and I will never forget your kindness!"

"There's one more thing," Liu Canglan called out to Jing Ke, who was turning to leave, his voice grave.

"I don't know who the forces behind Mo Chen are, but with this scoundrel dead, they might cause trouble for you, sir."

Jing Ke did not stop walking, leaving behind only a detached statement that drifted away on the wind: "It's alright, we expected this, we are not afraid."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the street.