Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Half an hour later,

The three Left Protectors, along with the injured members of the Yunlan Sect, headed towards the Yunlan Sect.

All that remains on the ruins are broken walls and embers.

A tall and beautiful figure quietly landed above the ruins.

Gazing in the direction they had left, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with coldness.

"The Netherworld Palace, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, and the Cloud Mist Sect... the three families joined forces to destroy the Wang family. What a grand scheme!"

"Judging from what they just said, their next target is our Underworld."

She dared not delay; her figure flickered and merged into the void, leaving only a whisper:

"We must inform our master as soon as possible so that we can make preparations."

A gentle breeze swept across the ruins of the Wang family mansion, lifting up several pieces of blood-stained cloth, as if mourning the passing of the Wang family.

....

at the same time,

In a remote, ancient forest, thousands of miles away.

The trees were dense, blocking out the sun, making the forest dimly lit.

Wang Qianshan protected Wang Teng and ran like madmen.

Only after confirming that there was no longer any trace of pursuers behind him did he lean against a large tree.

He was bent over, panting heavily, his face covered in blood and sweat.

"Young Master, let's rest... let's rest for a while, they can't catch up."

Wang Teng was also bruised, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his arm.

"good!"

Hearing this, he nodded, staggered to a blue stone, and sat down.

His back was pressed tightly against the tree trunk, and his chest was heaving violently.

When I close my eyes, the smiling faces of my family elders flash through my mind.

He saw flashes of the Fourth Patriarch, his father, and the Fourth Patriarch's words to him before he left, telling him to live well.

Recalling those earth-shattering explosions that came from the direction of the Wang family,

His fingers dug so hard into the cracks of the bluestone that his nails were almost broken.

He bit his lips until they turned white, and only slowly released them when he tasted a strong metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

He didn't cry; he just looked up in the direction where the Wang family lived.

The youthful naiveté and innocence of his younger days were gone from his eyes, replaced by a cold and resolute look.

Seeing him like this, Wang Qianshan felt a pang of sadness. He opened his mouth to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

Their escape was purely by luck.

As arranged by the Fourth Ancestor, he led the young master and a dozen or so junior family members to evacuate, which should have been foolproof.

Who would have thought that one of the elders from a branch sect who was traveling with them had already secretly defected to the Yunlan Sect and betrayed their whereabouts?

Two late-stage Celestial Realm experts suddenly attacked, and the escorting elders and juniors were all killed in no time.

If he hadn't also been in the late stage of the Celestial Realm and hadn't risked his life to protect him as he escaped, Wang Teng would have died long ago.

"Young Master, don't think about it anymore. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback."

Wang Qianshan offered a hoarse word of advice.

"I know that one day I will go back, carrying their hatred with me, I will definitely go back!"

Wang Teng suddenly stood up, patted the dirt off his clothes,

"Let's go. We're going to Youzhou."

"Youzhou?" Wang Qianshan was taken aback. "I've heard that place is very chaotic..."

"The more chaotic, the better."

Wang Teng clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a fierce determination that wouldn't turn back until he hit a brick wall.

"I'm going to Sin City. My father said there's a force there called the Underworld, which dares to provoke even the Netherworld Palace."

"Perhaps... that place can make me stronger."

He wants to become stronger, strong enough to crush those scum from the Yunlan Sect and the Netherworld Palace into pieces and feed them to the dogs.

Wang Qianshan looked at the light in his eyes and sighed:

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll protect you."

The two did not rest any longer and hurried towards Youzhou under the cover of dusk.

....

Eastern Region, Qingzhou, Qingzhou City.

The city was bustling with activity, street vendors were calling out their wares, and pedestrians were constantly coming and going, creating a lively scene.

The Great Qianlong Emperor disguised himself as an ordinary old man, dressed in coarse cloth, with a slightly hunched back.

He strolled leisurely down the street, just like any other elderly person.

He followed the divine imprints left on Su Muyu and Zhao Gao, eventually arriving here.

My footsteps stopped in front of an abandoned house in Xicheng District.

The house in front of me was dilapidated; most of the walls had collapsed, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and the doors and windows were rotten.

You can see right through him; he looks like an unwanted, useless otaku, with nothing out of the ordinary.

But Qianxuan frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

The marks he left on those two people definitely disappeared here!

Little did he know that this abandoned mansion was the headquarters of the Drizzle Pavilion.

The Fine Rain Pavilion comes with its own "Thousand Illusion Concealment Array," which can not only block divine sense but also distort vision, making it look like a dilapidated courtyard from the outside.

At this moment, in a secret room on the third floor of the Rain-Viewing Platform of the Fine Rain Pavilion, the Fiery Cloud Evil God suddenly opened his eyes:

"Hmm? That little mouse outside the door is quite interesting."

He got up and went to the hall.

Su Muyu, Zhao Gao, and Wei Zhuang greeted him in unison:

"I've met the ultimate killer."

The Fiery Cloud Evil God looked at Zhao Gao and Su Muyu, waved his hand at them, and the divine imprint left by Qian Xuan was erased:

"You two have the divine imprint of terrestrial immortals on you, and they have already followed you outside the Fine Rain Pavilion."

"What?" Su Muyu and Zhao Gao's expressions changed.

"Where have you been recently?"

"Zhao Gao and I just returned from the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty not long ago."

Su Muyu recounted everything that had happened in the Great Qian Imperial City.

After hearing this, the Fire Cloud Evil God grinned:

"That must be a terrestrial immortal from the Great Qian Dynasty. Now that we're here, let's not go back."

The moment he finished speaking, he had vanished.

Outside, Qian Xuan was surveying the abandoned house, muttering to himself:

"Could there be a hidden formation?"

Just as he was about to investigate carefully, a chilling killing intent suddenly surged from all directions.

Like an icicle piercing his bones, the hairs on Qian Xuan's body instantly stood on end.

His expression changed, and he shouted sharply, "Who?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, and his body was suddenly pulled into the void by an invisible force.

As soon as I stood still, I saw that half of the sky opposite me was filled with blood-red mist.

A figure stood in the blood mist, dressed in black and white, wearing a Rakshasa mask and flip-flops.

Her eyes, filled with an arrogant and ruthless look of disdain for the world, were fixed on him.

Qian Xuan sensed an aura of corpses and blood emanating from the other party, and his heart trembled.

"Who are you?"

The figure in the blood mist grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and let out a few strange laughs, his voice hoarse and arrogant:

"Hehehe, Drizzle Tower, the ultimate killer king—Fire Cloud Evil God."

"You followed the marks all the way here, weren't you looking for us?"

"What?" Qian Xuan was stunned.

When did Fine Rain Pavilion acquire such a master?

There has never been any news from the outside world that there are immortals on land in Xiyu Tower.

But now there was one standing in front of him, and even he, who had only recently reached the peak of the terrestrial immortal realm, could feel a strong sense of danger.

Fire Cloud Evil God sized him up:

"You must be here to destroy my Fine Rain Pavilion, right? Then let me see what you're really made of."

He made his move immediately after speaking.

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

A massive palm print, wreathed in crimson flames and radiating intense heat, slammed towards Qian Xuan.