Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

On the platform, the top powers took their seats one after another, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Just when everyone thought that all the forces present had arrived, a clear voice came from the horizon.

"Star Pavilion, we have come at your invitation."

Before the words were finished, several figures arrived through the air. The leader, dressed in a long robe with star patterns and a handsome face, was none other than Xing Xuanfeng.

Xing Xuanfeng's gaze fell on Qian Yuan, and he slightly cupped his hands in greeting: "Prince Yuan."

Although Qian Yuan did not recognize him, he knew the importance of the Star Pavilion, and immediately cupped his hands in greeting:

"Welcome, fellow Daoist from the Star Pavilion. Please take a seat."

Xing Xuanfeng didn't stand on ceremony. He led his entourage to the seats belonging to the Star Pavilion, calmly took his seat, and surveyed the entire room with a composed gaze, as if he were just there to attend an ordinary gathering.

As soon as he sat down, the audience erupted in chaos.

"Is this the Star Pavilion behind the black market?"

"I've always heard that their influence extends throughout the Eastern Region, controlling countless intelligence and resources. Today, I finally get to see their true form."

"I never expected them to give the Great Qian Dynasty face and come to attend the meeting."

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Just then, a chilling killing intent permeated the area around the stands. Some low-level cultivators immediately felt difficulty breathing.

"Xiyulou, I've come at your invitation."

Su Muyu wore a silver mask, her posture upright, followed by six sword slaves.

They were dressed in black, their aura chilling, like unsheathed swords, instantly cooling the surrounding air.

The seven ignored Qian Yuan and went straight to the viewing platform where Xi Yu Lou was located.

Qian Yuan noticed that Su Muyu and the others didn't greet him, but he didn't mind.

The sight of Su Muyu and her group stirred up trouble once again among other factions.

"It's actually the Drizzle Pavilion!"

"Has Daqian even brought in an assassin organization?"

"The Fine Rain Pavilion has been making waves lately; I've heard that many renowned masters have fallen victim to them."

"Hey, didn't you see the Blood Slaughter Pavilion is here too? These kinds of gatherings are always a mixed bag."

"As long as we can deal with the Nine Nether Demon Sect, we don't care what their origins are."

Zhuge Xiu suddenly stood up from his seat in the Qingyun Sect's group.

A sharp aura suddenly erupted, staring intently at Su Muyu and the others, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

He still harbors resentment because the Qingyun Sect suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Xiyu Tower last time, and he was almost killed.

Su Muyu noticed his gaze, slowly turned her head, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth under the mask, carrying a hint of disdain.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a clown.

Seeing this, Zhuge Xiu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he dared not lash out because of the occasion.

Seeing this, the surrounding forces recalled Leng Wuyai's earlier teasing, and their gazes towards Zhuge Xiu immediately became more mocking.

—Isn't it just like enemies meeting, their eyes turning red with hatred?

Leng Wuyai sneered and said sarcastically:

"Elder Zhuge, what's wrong? You've seen your enemy, aren't you going to take revenge?"

Zhuge Xiu's face turned pale and then red, but he ultimately didn't dare to make a move. He sat down angrily, but his gaze remained fixed on Su Muyu and the others.

Seeing that all the major forces had arrived, Master Mingkong of Wanfo Temple slowly spoke:

"Amitabha! Prince Yuan, fellow Daoists from all sides have arrived. It seems everyone is present. Shall we begin the assembly now?"

Qian Yuan shook his head and looked into the void: "Wait a little longer, there is still one force that has not arrived."

Mingkong was taken aback. His gaze swept over the forces present, but he found none he had overlooked. He couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Oh? There's still some power that hasn't arrived? I wonder what kind of power it is that the Prince values ​​so highly?"

Other forces echoed this sentiment, secretly wondering if there was another top-tier force that hadn't yet shown up.

Qian Yuan declared loudly, "Eternal Night Heaven."

"Eternal Night?"

The top powers present were all taken aback upon hearing this, but then they realized what was happening.

They were familiar with this name—it was the one that had been mentioned during the recent conflict with the Qingyun Sect in the Fallen Immortal Mountains.

Earlier, he had killed the Blood Fiend Elder and his party from the Nine Nether Demon Sect in Qingzhou, demonstrating his mysterious and powerful nature.

Meanwhile, those forces below the top-tier powers were unaware of Yongye Tian's name and were all discussing it amongst themselves.

"Eternal Night Heaven? I've never heard of that faction."

"Even the Great Qian Dynasty had to wait for them, just what is the background of this Eternal Night Heaven?"

"I don't know, but it must be a hidden ancient force!"

Leng Wuyai of the Xuanming Sect was the first to attack, coldly snorting:

"Prince Yuan, are you sure this Eternal Night will actually come?"

"Even if they were to come, why should all the heroes of the world wait for them?"

"Could it be that their influence is greater than that of everyone present?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a majestic voice boomed from the sky, like a thunderclap.

"Oh? Is Vice Leader Leng looking down on my Eternal Night Heaven with these words?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures walking through the air.

The man on the left is wearing a robe, a bamboo hat, and a bronze mask; he is Yuan Tiangang.

The man on the right, clad in armor and wielding a halberd, is none other than Yan Guiren.

The two appeared to walk slowly, yet they landed in the center of the stage in an instant.

Yuan Tiangang's gaze swept lightly over Leng Wuyai. Although he did not release his aura, it made Leng Wuyai feel a strange sense of unease.

Yuan Tiangang looked at Leng Wuyai and smiled contemptuously, "My Eternal Night Heaven has not fallen so low as to allow others to gossip about it."

"If Vice Sect Leader Leng has any objections, how about we have a friendly spar?"

Leng Wuyai's expression changed; he sensed an unfathomable aura emanating from Yuan Tiangang.

Not daring to underestimate them in the slightest, their previous arrogance instantly subsided, and they snorted coldly before falling silent.

The entire audience was shocked once again. If Leng Wuyai, a late-stage Celestial Realm cultivator, could suffer a setback, then Yongyetian's strength was probably even more terrifying than the rumors suggested!

Seeing this, Qian Yuan's eyes flashed with a smile. He immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:

"Fellow Daoists! Your presence is an honor to our humble abode. Please, take a seat."

At the very front of the stage, a spot had already been reserved for Yongyetian, placing him alongside top powers such as Daqian and Wanfo Temple.

Yuan Tiangang and Yan Guiren calmly walked to their seats and sat down.

Their gazes swept calmly across the entire room, neither arrogant nor timid, exuding a transcendent air.

Master Mingkong looked at the suddenly appearing Yongyetian, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"This force is too mysterious and its strength is unfathomable, which undoubtedly adds another variable to the struggle for the position of leader."

Zhuge Xiu's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected Yongye Tian to actually appear.

"The sect leader wants me to find out the details of the Eternal Night Heaven. He really thinks highly of himself."

"Judging by the imposing manner of those two, wouldn't it be suicide for me to go up there?"

With the arrival of the Eternal Night, the atmosphere atop Mount Jiulin finally reached its peak.

Qian Yuan stepped forward, surveyed the entire audience, and announced in a loud voice:

"Gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today for one purpose only—to punish the Nine Nether Demon Sect and slay the Blood Demon Ancestor and Bloodless Heaven!"

"They are evil and cruel, often using the lifeblood of cultivators for cultivation. Now that the Blood Demon Ancestor has reappeared and colluded with Xue Wutian, if they are not eliminated, the Eastern Region will never have peace!"

"We urge everyone to pool their wisdom and efforts to devise a viable strategy to vanquish the demon!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, instantly igniting the emotions of the crowd.

"Prince Yuan is right. The Blood Demon Ancestor and Blood Wutian have committed countless crimes and deserve to be killed by everyone."

"Our Xuanqing Taoism is willing to do its part," Dao Xuan said, standing up on behalf of Xuanqing Taoism to express his support.

"Our Green Mountain Sect is willing to do its part in slaying the Demonic Sect."

"Our Mad Blade Sect is also willing to contribute its strength for the sake of all living beings."

"My Heavenly Sword Sect..."

With the Xuanqing Taoist sect taking the lead, other first- and second-tier forces in the surrounding area began to express their opinions.

"Destroy the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

"Slay the Blood Demon Ancestor!"

"Restore peace to the Eastern Regions!"

Other forces below the stage also roared in anger, their emotions running high.