Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Xiao Yan knelt on the ground, head bowed, his mind racing with calculations.

Who exactly are they?

Do I still have a chance to avenge the loss of my arm?

"Alright, Prime Minister, get up. You should also go back and rest!" Qian Tian said, looking at Xiao Yan.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave!" Xiao Yan then rose and left the Zichen Palace.

The deepest abyss is filled with miasma.

Inside the dark, gloomy palace hall, candlelight flickered, illuminating the grotesque reliefs covering the walls.

A faint, pungent smell of blood hung in the air.

"Thump!"

The scout's knees slammed heavily onto the cold obsidian floor, his body trembling like a leaf.

Her voice was choked with sobs, almost forced out of her throat:

"Vice Sect Master! Four Elders! Something terrible has happened!"

"Over in Qingzhou... Protector Jiu Mo and Protector Shen Mo... they're both... completely wiped out!"

Dead silence.

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sound was the crackling of the flickering candlelight, which made everyone's heart race.

Youming sat enthroned on the highest black jade throne, dressed in a long black robe with blood-red demonic patterns embroidered on the hem.

His face was sinister, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the air around him seemed to freeze at that moment.

Elder Chiyuan, dressed in red, held a blood-red ring between her fingers. Upon hearing this, a cold smile curled her red lips, but her laughter was chilling:

"Oh? Broken? Someone actually dares to touch a protector of my Nine Nether Demon Sect?"

"court death!"

Elder Blood Fiend slammed his hand on the armrest, and the heavy obsidian table shattered, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

He was a burly man with a hideous scar running across his face. His eyes were bloodshot, radiating a murderous aura.

"Which blind bastard dares to mess with members of my Demonic Sect on Qingzhou territory!"

The scout was terrified, kowtowing repeatedly until his forehead bled profusely.

"Yes, they are two Nirvana Realm beings whose identities are unknown."

"One wielded a knife, the other a sword! Their attacks were ruthless; the two guardians of the Demon King were caught off guard and died on the spot!"

He paused, swallowed, and hurriedly added:

"Later...later, Dongfang Wen, the third master of the Dongfang family, arrived and killed Tu Xinghou, who wanted to steal the Glazed Fruit."

"Just as they were about to seize the treasure, a powerful celestial being suddenly appeared from the sky above the dense forest!"

"With just a few palm strikes, Dongfang Wen was blasted to pieces, and the accompanying Dongfang family guards were all killed by the two swordsmen!"

"A Celestial Realm expert?"

Elder Shadow was thin and wiry, hidden in the shadows, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"How could Dongfang Wen, who was also at the early stage of the Celestial Realm, be killed by just a few blows?"

"This newcomer's cultivation level is probably at least at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm!"

Elder Minghe remained silent, his fingertips tracing the skull pendant hanging from his waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he were plotting something.

"So what if you're in the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm?"

Youming finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like the eerie wind from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

He slowly stood up, his black robes fluttering even without wind, and the demonic aura emanating from him made everyone feel suffocated.

"Our Nine Nether Demon Sect has been lying low for many years, only to become an easy target in the eyes of others?"

"The Dongfang family lost a celestial being; they deserved it!"

"How can we allow others to slaughter our protectors at will?"

He suddenly raised his hand, a flash of crimson demonic light appearing at his fingertips, "Blood Fiend!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Elder Blood Fiend stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and exuded a chilling aura.

"I hereby order you to lead the Corrupt Poison Guardian and the Mad Monarch Guardian to Qingzhou immediately!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Youming's eyes as he spoke, word by word.

"Dig three feet into the ground and find out exactly where those two Nirvana Realm experts came from! And that mysterious Celestial Realm expert too!"

He paused, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"Once discovered, there's no need to report it; just—kill them without mercy!"

"Let's tell those cowardly rats hiding in the shadows that the Nine Nether Demon Sect is not someone anyone can mess with!"

"Yes, sir!"

Elder Blood Fiend responded in a deep voice. As he stood up, his murderous aura surged, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker violently.

He turned and strode out of the hall, his gruff voice echoing outside: "Corruption! Mad Lord! Follow me to war!"

"yes".

Two figures arrived in response, one fat and one thin, both exuding a strong evil aura; they were none other than the Corrupt Poison Guardian and the Mad Monarch Guardian.

The three transformed into three black shadows, breaking through the miasma and speeding towards Qingzhou.

Elder Youying watched the three figures disappear into the distance and slowly spoke:

"Vice Sect Master, the cultivation level of that mysterious Celestial Realm expert is currently unknown. Will Blood Fiend's departure...?"

"It's alright." Youming waved his hand, his eyes cold.

"Blood Fiend is already at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm, and with the addition of Corruption Poison and Mad Monarch, both at the Nirvana stage, they can handle ordinary late-stage Celestial Realm cultivators."

"Even if that mysterious celestial being is truly troublesome, Blood Fiend, though outmatched, can still escape!"

He walked to the palace window, gazing at the churning black clouds beyond the abyss, his voice carrying a hint of cold arrogance:

"After years of lying low, it's time for the world to remember—the prestige of my Nine Nether Demon Sect was never earned through forbearance!"

Inside the main hall, demonic winds howled, and killing intent surged.

Meanwhile, news of the events in Qingzhou had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire Eastern Region.

Two key figures of the Dongfang family perished one after another, two protectors of the Nine Nether Demon Sect died tragically in the wilderness, and a mysterious Celestial Realm expert shocked the world with a single palm strike...

Each and every incident, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up towering waves.

The intelligence networks of various forces, like an invisible net, quietly spread towards Qingzhou.

Beneath the surface of calm, undercurrents surge and danger lurks everywhere.

Everyone is searching for the Nirvana Realm duo wielding swords and blades.

Searching for the mysterious Celestial Realm expert who killed Dongfang Wen with a single palm strike.

What is their purpose? What is the name of the force behind them?

Three days later

Langya Pavilion.

Deep within the attic, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

A dark figure swept into the side hall like a ghost, knelt on one knee, and his black robe was still covered with the morning dew of Qingzhou Mountain.

"My lord, there has been unusual activity in Qingzhou recently."

Yuan Tiangang, who was sitting upright at his desk cultivating, did not even raise his head upon hearing this.

"explain."

His deep voice was unhurried and unhurried, with a hint of nonchalance, yet it possessed an authority that commanded respect.

"Three days after the battle in the dense forest of Qingzhou, spies from all sides have flooded into Qingzhou territory like locusts crossing a river."

He paused, then added, "Everyone's investigation is focused on the Nirvana Realm swordsman who killed the Demon-Slaying Demon and the Demon-Guardian."

"There is also a Celestial Realm expert who killed Dongfang Wen with a single palm strike."

"It's all clearly to investigate the whereabouts and origins of these adults."

Yuan Tiangang finally raised his eyes, his narrow pupils seemingly sparkling with starlight.

He looked at the dark figure in the hall and spoke.

"Ignore it."

The figure in black paused, then looked up, hesitating to speak: "My lord, if we allow these spies to remain in Qingzhou, things might go wrong. Should we...?"

"Just keep an eye on it."

Yuan Tiangang interrupted him, his fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the chair, making a crisp sound, his eyes deep as an ancient well.

"As for those clowns who are jumping around, let them investigate if they want!"

"The more excited the various forces jump around, the clearer the future direction of this game will become."

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