Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

On the border of Yunzhou, the void rift quietly closed.

Yun Feiyang staggered out, looked around for a moment, but did not see the Right Protector. His brows furrowed slightly.

"Where is the Right Protector? Why didn't he come out with us?"

He waited for a while, but still saw no sign of the Right Protector, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could it be that they went straight back to Zhongzhou?"

Little did he know that the right protector he spoke of, because he reacted a fraction of a second too slowly, had half his body severed.

He was only focused on getting away as quickly as possible and didn't even glance back.

"Never mind, perhaps he has returned to the Underworld Palace."

Yun Feiyang shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and turned to fly towards Yunlan Sect.

……

Above a mountain forest within the territory of the Fenglei Pavilion in Yongzhou.

Click!

Space suddenly cracked open, and a figure, only its upper body remaining, fell through it.

With a "thud," it crashed onto the clearing in the forest; it was the Right Protector, whose body had been cut in half.

He was extremely weak at that moment, his face was as white as paper, and his mouth was full of blood foam.

Fortunately, Indra's attack had the power to freeze, which prevented him from dying on the spot from excessive bleeding.

"Yun Feiyang...you son of a bitch...didn't you even look back...running so fast..."

He used the last of his strength to utter half a curse before completely losing consciousness.

Half an hour later, a figure landed in the forest. It was Hao Hailei, a mid-stage Celestial Elder of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

"Strange, I clearly saw something fall out of the spatial rift just now, but I can't find it."

He muttered to himself as he searched carefully through the woods.

Finally, he found the Right Protector behind a clump of bushes.

"Wow, it's a person... but how come there's only half a body left?"

Hao Hailei frowned. He had thought he might find some treasure, but instead he found a half-dead person.

"I thought it was some kind of treasure."

He approached and turned the right protector over, and upon seeing the man's clothing, he was immediately startled:

"These clothes...are they worn by high-ranking members of the Netherworld Palace?"

He had seen people from the Netherworld Palace dressed similarly in the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, and after making inquiries, he learned that it was clothing exclusive to high-ranking members.

Hao Hailei checked the Right Protector's breathing and, finding he was still alive, smacked his lips:

"To be alive after being injured like this is quite a feat. Well then, take him back to the Pavilion Master for a checkup."

Having said that, he hoisted the Right Protector onto his shoulder and flew towards the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

....

The main peak of the Zhenlei Mountains is perpetually shrouded in rolling thunderclouds and howling winds.

The entire mountain was shrouded in a layer of light purple lightning mist, and outsiders who took even half a step inside would be struck dead by random lightning.

The Wind and Thunder Pavilion is built atop the main peak, its buildings constructed from blue-green, thunder-patterned black rock, with its upturned eaves all adorned with thunder patterns.

The wind chimes on the eaves moved automatically without any wind, making a crisp "ding-ding" sound that strangely drowned out the sound of wind and thunder in the mountains.

Outside the main hall, Wanlei Hall, stands a huge statue of a thunder beast, with eyes like lightning and mouth spewing wind and thunder, exuding extraordinary power.

Hao Hailei carried the Right Protector all the way to the outside of Wanlei Hall.

"Sect Master! Your subordinate requests an audience!"

"Come in." A steady voice came from inside the hall.

Hao Hailei carried the Right Protector into the hall.

Seated in the main seat was a man dressed in a long robe with silver and blue lightning patterns.

His black hair was tied up high, his face was cold and stern, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he was surrounded by an aura of wind and thunder.

He looked to be in his forties or fifties; he was none other than Lei Jinghong, the Pavilion Master of Fenglei Pavilion.

"Sect Master," Hao Hailei placed the Right Protector on the ground.

"My subordinates discovered this person falling through a spatial rift on the outskirts of the Thunderclap Mountains."

"Judging from his clothes, he seems to be from the Netherworld Palace in the Central Region. He was still alive, so I brought him back for you to see."

Lei Jinghong opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the person on the ground who was only half a body, and raised an eyebrow:

"It's him? The Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace."

The Right Protector had accompanied the young master of the Netherworld Palace to his Wind and Thunder Sect before, so he recognized him at a glance!

"What? He's the Right Protector, one of the four great protectors of the Netherworld Palace?"

Hao Hailei was so shocked that his mouth dropped open.

Lei Jinghong ignored his surprise, got up and walked to the right protector's side, raising his hand to send a wisp of spiritual energy to investigate.

"The injury is so severe," he murmured.

The Wind and Thunder Pavilion was planning a marriage alliance with the Netherworld Palace, and seeing the other party's high-ranking officials in distress, they naturally could not stand idly by and watch them die.

Lei Jinghong took out a purplish-black pill from his storage ring, pried open the right protector's mouth, and fed it to him, temporarily keeping him alive.

"Take him to the pharmacy first and let the pharmacy master do his best to treat him."

"Let me know as soon as he wakes up."

"Yes! I'll take my leave!"

Hao Hailei hoisted the Right Protector onto his shoulder and hurried toward the pharmacy.

After Hao Hailei left, Lei Jinghong called out to the door, "Someone come here."

An elderly man in black entered in response: "Sect Master."

"Send a message to the Netherworld Palace, saying that their Right Protector is seriously injured and on the verge of death, and was accidentally discovered by our sect, so that they can send someone to pick him up."

"Yes." The old man in black disappeared in a flash.

Lei Jinghong walked outside the hall, gazing at the rolling thunderous mist in the mountains, his brows furrowed:

"Who could have injured the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace so badly?"

……

On the other side, the Wang family.

Wang San hurriedly walked into the patriarch's study.

"Master, the spies we sent to the City of Sin in Youzhou have returned with news."

Patriarch Wang Hetian raised his eyes: "What news?"

"Returning home, Lord, the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace went to the City of Sin, wanting the City of Sin to submit to the Netherworld Palace, but Li Wujiu refused."

"Then the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace attacked and injured Li Wujiu, which led to the appearance of a powerful terrestrial immortal wearing an ice sculpture mask, who defeated the Right Protector."

"Later, an even fiercer battle erupted in the void. The scout's cultivation was too low to see clearly who went to rescue the Right Protector."

All we know is that after the final battle, half of the Right Protector's body was hung in front of the Sin City gate.

"What?" Wang Hetian stood up abruptly, his face full of shock.

"The Underworld Palace went to the City of Sin and still suffered such a huge loss?"

"What kind of force is behind this City of Sin, that it dares to offend the Netherworld Palace?"

The Netherworld Palace is a powerful force in the Central Region; even the Wang family dares not provoke it easily.

Is the force behind this Sin City ignorant, or truly fearless?

Wang San shook his head: "I don't know."

Wang Hetian then asked, "What about the Yunlan Sect? Has there been any unusual activity?"

"Not at the moment."

Just then, a figure appeared silently in the study; it was none other than Wang Xuansheng, the fourth ancestor of the Wang family.

"It's not that there were no unusual movements, it's just that our undercover agents didn't notice them."

"Yun Feiyang, the Supreme Elder of Yunlan Sect, left the sect not long ago."

Wang Hetian and Wang San hurriedly bowed and greeted the Fourth Ancestor.

After Wang Hetian finished bowing, he hurriedly asked, "How did the Fourth Patriarch know that Yun Feiyang had left?"

"Recently, the Yunlan Sect has been making frequent moves against my Wang family, so I have been keeping a close eye on Yun Feiyang."

Wang Xuansheng explained.

"Not long ago, we discovered that he had returned to Yunlan Sect from outside, with some minor injuries on his body."

"After listening to what Wang San said just now, I suspect that it was he who went to Youzhou to save the Right Protector of the Netherworld Palace."

Wang Hetian's expression changed: "If that's really the case, then the Yunlan Sect is probably colluding with the Netherworld Palace! My Wang family... is in grave danger!"

Wang Xuansheng sighed: "Alas! Now, there is only one way."

"Since the forces behind Sin City dare to offend the Netherworld Palace, I will go there myself and see if we can join forces with them."

When will the Fourth Patriarch set off?

Wang Hetian asked hurriedly.

If the Yunlan Sect truly gains the support of the Netherworld Palace, the Wang family will likely find it difficult to resist.

"Let's make some quick preparations and then head out!"

Before Wang Xuansheng could finish speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the study.

Wang Hetian stared at the empty doorway, took a deep breath, and turned to Wang San, saying:

"Send more manpower to keep a close watch on the Yunlan Sect's every move; don't let any disturbance escape our notice!"

"Yes!" Wang San accepted the order and left.