Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Indra led the group to Yin Zhong's side.

Seeing his solemn expression as he stared at Gui Xuan's corpse, he couldn't help but ask:

"What happened? What did that old ghost say before he died?"

Yin Zhong withdrew his gaze, repeated Gui Xuan's last words, and said in a deep voice:

He said we wouldn't have a good time in the underworld, and that we would all go down there to join them.

"These words sound strange; they don't sound like a simple curse of resentment, but rather like someone who knows something."

Indra stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought:

"The Ghost King Sect has a history spanning thousands of years, with intricate and complex roots. Perhaps there are secrets we are unaware of."

"However, they have now been wiped out, and even if they have a backup plan, it will be difficult to implement it in a short time. We should be more vigilant."

After meditating for a while, Wu Wudi's complexion improved considerably. Upon hearing this, he coldly snorted:

"Hmph! No matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, if they dare to threaten my Underworld, we'll just kill them when they come. Why all the fuss?"

"good."

Indra nodded slightly.

"The most urgent task is to clean up the mess here and take over the Ghost King Sect's territory."

"As for the rest, we can only take it one step at a time."

He called out, "Li Wujiu, where are you!"

Not far away, Li Wujiu heard the call, struggled to his feet, leaning on his long sword, and staggered over, bowing respectfully.

"Your subordinate... is here!"

"No need for such formalities."

Looking at his pale face, Indra asked,

How badly are you injured?

Li Wujiu weakly clasped his hands in response:

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Ghost Emperor."

"Although the internal organs were damaged, it is not serious and he will recover after a few days of rest."

"it is good."

Indra nodded, and gave the order in an unquestionable tone:

"The Ghost King Sect has been destroyed. You must immediately lead your men to clean up the mess."

"From now on, the land of Youzhou will be under your management. On the surface, it will be based in Sin City, integrating the resources of the entire Youzhou."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Remember, leave no one alive among the Ghost King Sect's affiliated forces!"

"Yes... Your subordinate... obeys!"

"I will certainly live up to the Ghost Emperor's expectations!"

Li Wujiu's eyes were filled with barely concealed excitement, and his voice trembled.

The Ghost King Sect, which had troubled him for many years, was finally destroyed.

He will become the nominal administrator of Youzhou.

This honor filled him with anticipation for the future.

"Um."

Indra then looked at the five surrendered officials.

"The five of you will temporarily accompany Li Wujiu to assist him in handling affairs."

"When you encounter a difficult problem, there's no need to ask for instructions; just take action and solve it directly."

"yes!"

The surrendered minister, the marquis, the drought demon, Jiang Yuyan, and the elder sister responded in unison.

After making the arrangements, Di Shitian looked at Yin Zhong and Wu Wudi:

"Now that this matter is settled, let's return to the Underworld."

Without another word, the three simultaneously raised their hands and tore through space.

Stepping into the dark crevice, the figure vanished instantly.

On the ruins of the Ghost King Sect, only Jiang Chen and Li Wujiu remained.

The surrendered official gazed at the razed sect site and sighed softly:

"The Ghost King Sect has been operating for thousands of years; its foundation must be quite profound."

Unfortunately, after that energy explosion, nothing was left behind.

Li Wujiu deeply agreed and echoed:

"Yes, it's truly a pity that a foundation built over thousands of years could be destroyed in a single day!"

"Alright, everyone, let's head back to Sin City."

"I will send monks from Sin City to search this place thoroughly later."

Perhaps we can find some things we missed.

"Yay! Let's go to Sin City!"

The older sister's eyes lit up, and she was the first to cheer.

"We can go eat at that barbecue place again! It smells so good!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already dashed out like a gust of wind.

Hou Qing shook his head helplessly, exchanged a glance with the surrendered officials and others, and followed closely behind.

Li Wujiu quickly followed, and the group flew towards the City of Sin.

As the figures of the crowd gradually disappeared into the distance, the entire ruins of the Ghost King Sect fell into complete silence.

But no one noticed the solitary tombstone beside the back mountain of the Ghost King Sect.

The ghost's lifeless corpse was shrinking and melting at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, it turned into a drop of thick, ink-black blood.

Then it vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

at the same time,

Some unknown place,

Inside a gloomy and eerie hall.

The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged on the throne of bones, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes churned with the illusion of starlight and destruction, and the black aura surrounding his body fluctuated violently.

"Um?"

The middle-aged man let out a low growl, not loud, but carrying a destructive rage:

"My clone, which I sent to the mortal realm for training using the technique of creating a new life from a drop of blood... has actually been destroyed!"

"How dare you touch my clone!"

A cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his hands rapidly formed mysterious hand seals.

In an instant, the black mist throughout the entire hall converged into a giant water mirror.

The light and shadows in the water mirror seemed to be reversing time, reenacting the process of the doppelganger's demise.

He wanted to see for himself who had the audacity to attack his clone!

However, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed drastically the next moment!

The light and shadow in the water mirror suddenly became blurry, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

No matter how much he activated his divine power, he could not penetrate the mist and see what was inside.

He tried to trace the cause and effect, only to find that the causal threads related to the clone had already broken inch by inch.

All traces were completely erased by an immense power, leaving everything as clean as if it had never existed.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His cultivation level had already reached a realm unimaginable to ordinary people.

Tracing back to the past of the lower realm should have been an easy task.

But now, he can't see anything at all, and he can't even find the slightest clue.

It can obscure the entire secrets of heaven and sever all causal connections.

Even someone of his level couldn't detect the slightest clue...

The terror of these methods far surpassed his knowledge of the laws of heaven and earth, exceeding the limits of his understanding!

An unprecedented chill spread from the depths of his soul.

Even this being, who was accustomed to life, death, and disillusionment, felt a chill run down his spine.

Those who can achieve this are no ordinary experts.

Rather, they are beings who can truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, or even surpass him!

"Such a thing could not possibly exist in the lower realms."

He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and whispered, word by word.

His voice carried suppressed rage and deep-seated fear:

"Could it be... some old monster is secretly targeting me?"

"If that's really the case..."

A flicker of apprehension crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by intense fighting spirit.

"Hehehe! This game is getting more and more interesting..."

"However, those insignificant ants from the lower realm dared to destroy my avatar. I will remember this debt."

He slowly sat down and closed his eyes again.

The black mist surrounding him gradually subsided, but in his tightly closed eyes...

Yet, it still harbors untold schemes and murderous intent.