Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The following day, at the Underworld Square.

Emperor Shitian, Wu Wudi, and Yin Zhong stood in front.

The five people—the surrendered minister, the elder sister, the marquis, the drought demon, and Jiang Yuyan—stood on either side.

His aura was gathering, ready to be unleashed.

"Set off!"

At Di Shitian's command, space was torn apart first.

Wu Wudi and Yin Zhong followed closely behind, leading the five surrendered officials into the spatial rift, where they instantly disappeared from the spot.

At the edge of the Ghost King Sect's territory, Li Wujiu had been leading the Sin City cultivators waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Indra and the others appear, he quickly stepped forward and bowed in greeting:

"Lord Ghost Emperor!"

"Um."

Emperor Shitian nodded, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators below.

"Your men are responsible for clearing out all the cultivators surrounding the Ghost King Sect. You can come inside with us."

"yes!"

Li Wujiu responded and immediately relayed the order.

The Sin City cultivators quickly dispersed and charged towards the outer perimeter of the Ghost King Sect.

Indra looked at the five surrendered officials:

"You may go!"

"yes!"

The five men accepted the order and, in a flash, disappeared like five streaks of light, heading straight for the Ghost King Sect's mountain gate.

A moment later, above the mountain gate,

The older sister took out a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) and said with a smile:

"You guys are in charge of fighting, and your older sister will play music to cheer you on!"

Hou Qing rubbed his forehead and shook his head helplessly.

The surrendered official reached out and flicked his sister on the forehead:

"If you can't do it, let Ying hook it out!"

"Don't knock! You'll go crazy!"

The older sister covered her forehead, muttering aggrievedly, shaking her little head like a rattle-drum.

"Ying Gou said she didn't want to come out!"

"Alright, stop fooling around! Let's finish this quickly."

Hou Qing interrupted in a deep voice, his cold gaze sweeping across the heart of the Ghost King Sect.

"Drought demon, clear the way!"

"Hahaha! Alright! My paper doll bomb has been itching to get going!"

The drought demon laughed loudly, its massive body soaring into the air, its arms suddenly spreading wide, spiritual energy surging forth...

Behind him, countless paper effigies appeared, each with a ghostly gleam in its eyes.

"go!"

With a roar, the drought demon swung its arms and hurled the paper effigy into the Ghost King Sect:

Countless paper figures, like locusts, swarmed across the sect and landed in various places.

Inside the sect, the Ghost King Sect disciples looked up at the sky filled with dark shadows, their faces filled with bewilderment and astonishment.

"What is that thing? How did it just fall from nowhere?!"

"It looks like a paper effigy!"

"We haven't heard of anyone dying in our sect, how could this happen!"

Before the words were even finished, the paper effigy hit the ground and exploded with a bang!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out continuously, and half of the Ghost King Sect was instantly engulfed in flames.

"ah---!"

Cries and screams rose and fell, and flames shot into the sky.

"Oh no! Enemy attack!"

The nearby elders finally realized what was happening and roared as they charged toward the mountain gate.

Looking up, five proud figures stood atop the dilapidated mountain gate roof.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you trespass and run rampant in my Ghost King Sect! Seize him and tear him to pieces!"

The leading Nirvana Elder, his eyes bloodshot, drew his sword and roared wildly.

"yes!"

The elders and disciples who had just arrived swarmed forward.

The surrendered official's eyes were as cold as ice as he swept over the swarming cultivators, his tone indifferent yet filled with murderous intent:

"A bunch of lowly henchmen, wasting time. Let's finish this quickly!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the group leaped off the roof and charged into the enemy ranks.

The older sister sat steadily on the roof, bringing the suona to her lips.

With a puff of his cheeks, a piercing, shrill suona blast ripped through the air, echoing throughout the entire Ghost King Sect:

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—woo-wah—woo-dudududu—"

The piercing sound of the suona horn mixed with the sound of explosions, sending chills down one's spine.

Jiang Yuyan moved gracefully, and facing the surrounding disciples, she lightly flipped her jade palm.

"Wedding Dress Divine Palm!"

The palm strike, carrying intense golden light, crashed out with a deafening roar.

With a single palm strike, a large number of disciples were instantly blasted away by the force of the palm, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, and they died on the spot.

Hou Qing held a jade flute, his movements elegant and graceful. With a light sweep of the flute, sharp, blood-red blade energy slashed out:

"Bloodthirsty Slash!"

A crimson wave swept across, leaving countless cultivators dead or wounded in its wake.

Hou Qing, however, moved with agility, deliberately avoiding the splattered blood and dust, remaining completely untouched by the grime.

The drought demon raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens:

"The Drought Demon howls!"

The violent sound waves spread out from him.

"ah--!"

The Ghost King Sect cultivator was so shocked by the sonic waves that he rolled around clutching his head, blood continuously gushing from his mouth, nose, and seven orifices, his body convulsing, and he lost his fighting ability.

"You audacious madman, how dare you slaughter my sect's disciples!"

Six powerful auras suddenly descended, and six elders at the Celestial Realm flew over.

Seeing the mess and corpses all over the ground, he trembled with rage.

He confronted the surrendered officials, Hou Qing, Jiang Yuyan, and Hanba in mid-air.

The leading elder, Ghost One, glared angrily and demanded in a stern voice:

"Who exactly are you people? How dare you be so audacious as to slaughter my sect's disciples and elders!"

The surrendered official, his body enveloped in a swirling aura of profound yin energy, said coldly:

"One of the Ten Kings of Hell, Yama King."

Hou Qing held his jade flute horizontally and spoke indifferently:

"King Biancheng".

The drought demon thumped its chest and said in a muffled voice:

"King of Mount Tai!"

Jiang Yuyan slightly retracted her jade-like hand, her tone icy:

"Meng Po!"

The woman on the dilapidated roof of the mountain gate stood up and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"The City King is here!"

Upon hearing this, the six elders of the Ghost King Sect at the Celestial Realm level changed their expressions drastically and exclaimed in shock:

"The Underworld! It was you!"

The surrendered official's eyes turned cold, and he said no more.

"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"

She flashed forward, her sharp claws, imbued with dark, yin energy, lunging out:

"Xuanyin Ghost Claw!"

The claws flashed like lightning, grabbing at Elder Ghost One and Elder Ghost Two.

Hou Qing and Hanba also leaped up at the same time, and the three of them faced off against six elders of the Celestial Realm.

Hou Qing's flute music suddenly began, and the "Weeping Blood Record" technique was activated, with pale red sword energy sweeping out along with the flute music:

"Bloodthirsty Slash!"

Where the blade's energy passed, ripples spread through the space, and all spiritual energy it encountered was devoured.

This forced the two Celestial Elders to retreat repeatedly, leaving them in a sorry state.

The drought demon unleashed its berserk power, clenching its fists and engulfing its body in crimson flames:

"Burning Heaven Palm!"

A massive fiery palm print descended from the sky, forcing the other two elders to join forces to defend against it.

Yet he was still firmly suppressed, unable to breathe.

Jiang Yuyan stayed behind below, fighting alone against several Nirvana Realm elders with fierce palm techniques.

At the same time, Di Shitian, Wu Wudi, Yin Zhong, and Li Wujiu,

They had already stepped into the air and arrived directly above the main hall of the Ghost King Sect.

Di Shitian's eyes were cold. Without uttering a word, he raised his hand and slammed down with a palm!

The terrifying palm strike, carrying an aura of world destruction, smashed straight down on the top of the hall!

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the majestic sect hall collapsed and shattered instantly, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Two figures flew out from within; they were Gui Xuan and Gui Tu.

The two steadied themselves and faced off against the four, including Indra, with sinister gazes.

"It's you!"

Gui Xuan looked at Li Wujiu and Di Shitian beside him, his eyes flashing with shock and anger.

"Hehe, long time no see."

Indra sneered, his tone mocking:

"Did you think you could escape unscathed?"

Gui Xuan then looked at Wu Wudi and Yin Zhong beside Di Shitian.

Sensing that the aura emanating from the two was no less than that of Indra, his heart sank:

"Fellow Daoist, our last encounter was purely a misunderstanding. We have no mortal enmity, so why be so aggressive?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Indra's face turned cold as he sternly rebuked him.

"I heard you've been searching for my Underworld, and even unleashed your hidden power to annihilate us?"

"Now that we're here, let's call him out!"

Before the words had even finished, a frenzied and violent voice ripped through the sky from the back mountain of the Ghost King Sect, carrying with it a torrent of blood and demonic energy:

"Ghost Xuan! These are the people you wanted me to kill?"

A dark figure appeared like a ghost, instantly landing beside Gui Xuan!

This person was surrounded by a mixture of blood energy, demonic energy, and ghostly energy, and his eyes were twisted in a madman's rage.

It was none other than the peak-level terrestrial immortal—Ghost Fiend!

"Yes! They are indeed from the Underworld." Gui Xuan said urgently.

"There's no way to resolve this peacefully today. I beg you, for the sake of our past relationship, to protect the Ghost King Sect!"

"Hmph! I will take action myself, but don't even think about going back on your promise!"

Ghostly Fiend snorted coldly, his bloodthirsty gaze sweeping over Emperor Shitian and the other three, and he cackled wickedly:

"Hehehe! Three late-stage Land Immortals and one mid-stage Land Immortal! The Underworld is indeed quite capable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three energies around the ghost surged, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The sky was stained with blood, and a strange, dark purple domain enveloped the surrounding area, causing the space to tremble violently!

Di Shitian, Wu Wudi, and Yin Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, but they showed no fear whatsoever!