The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Wu You's pupils suddenly contracted at that moment.

The sense of urgency conveyed in the God of Beasts' hoarse voice was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

He had been dealing with this deity for quite some time, and from the first time he met Him, His voice had always been very steady, and there had never been such a situation before.

But this time, Wu You caught a hint of something unusual in His tone, which could almost be described as a loss of composure.

Without any hesitation, he directly addressed the four people in front of him: "Return to the base immediately!"

Wei Lao, Wang Qi, and the other three were just wondering when Wu You suddenly became dazed, and then they were caught off guard by the sudden tremor.

Upon hearing Wu You's sudden words, the four of them were momentarily stunned.

As a senior figure, Old Wei regained his balance and was stunned for less than a moment before he came to his senses. He didn't ask any questions like "What's going on now?" but instead exchanged a glance with Wu You.

Wu You nodded in understanding what Elder Wei meant, and Elder Wei nodded in return.

Hu Liegang steadied himself and was about to ask, "What happened—"

The next moment, he was led up by Old Wei.

While Wang Qi and Gongsun Baizhan were still in a daze, Wu You picked them up one by one and then carried them away as a streak of light towards the stronghold.

Two figures, one silver-white and one emerald green, drew a short, sharp arc of light almost skimming the ground as they passed through the swirling portal light barrier.

As soon as their feet touched the stone slabs inside the stronghold, Wu You and Old Wei simultaneously released their grip and put the person down.

After Wang Qi landed, his knees bent slightly. Gongsun Baizhan was even more direct, squatting down briefly before standing up again, holding his knees and exhaling.

After being put down by Old Wei, Hu Lie didn't sway much, but the expression on his face changed from "wanting to ask a question" to "observing his surroundings first".

On the other side, Zhu Yuanzhi was already making his move.

Although he didn't know exactly what was happening outside, the intensity of the spatial tremor had already put him on edge.

He stood on the command platform, his voice booming through the headset throughout the outpost, each word clear and forceful: "Put on maximum alert!"

"Immediately reactivate triple psionic protection!"

"Regional leaders, close the portals you just opened immediately!"

"Then, count the torchbearers in their respective areas and confirm whether there have been any casualties!"

"Each region has dispatched personnel to install anti-collapse devices!"

Commands poured out of his mouth one after another.

Soon, responses began to ring out from all over the base: "Roger!"

"The West Wing is closing the portal!"

"The personnel at the south wall have been counted! No casualties!"

"The anti-collapse equipment is being moved!"

After Wu You stood still, he didn't look at the surrounding movements; his attention had returned to his mind.

He silently asked the hoarse voice, "What do you mean by 'aggregation'?"

The voice paused for two breaths, then sighed, its usual composure in its hoarse tone tightening even more. Instead of directly answering his question, it simply said, "See for yourself."

At this time.

Boom—

The second wave of tremors was even more intense than the first.

The gaps between the huge stone bricks on the stronghold's walls made a creaking sound, and the three-layered psionic protective barrier above the stronghold flickered briefly in the tremors before stabilizing.

Zhu Yuanzhi steadied himself on the command platform, and then he and four other ninth-level streaks of light swept towards Elder Wei from various parts of the stronghold.

When they landed, everyone had the same expression: serious, tense, and solemn!

Zhu Yuanzhi approached Elder Wei, first giving a hasty nod to Wu You beside him—a perfunctory gesture befitting this emergency—before turning to Elder Wei and saying, "Elder Wei, I don't know what's happened, but all the portals from the Deep Dark Realm back to reality have stopped working!"

"Even resonance cannot bring me back to reality!"

He paused for a moment: "In other words, we're temporarily trapped in the deepest dark realm!"

After listening, Old Wei did not speak immediately.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Wu You beside him.

The meaning behind Old Wei's glance was: What do you think? Do you have any more information?

Wu You shook his head slightly after receiving that gaze.

The God of Beasts didn't tell him any more details. He only knew that this place was going to be "aggregated." As for what aggregation meant, what it would become after aggregation, and how long it would last, all of that was currently unknown.

After seeing Wu You shake his head, Old Wei turned back to face Zhu Yuanzhi and the others, saying, "The situation is unclear right now, let's seal it off for now—"

then.

Boom—!

The third boom came before Old Wei could even finish speaking!

This tremor was more intense than the previous two combined.

The dark fog outside the stronghold was shaken and churned violently like boiling water. The previously condensed darkness suddenly became thin and translucent, and through the churning fog, a strange curve could be seen on the distant, previously hazy horizon.

It was as if the sky itself had been gently pinched by something, creating a visible arc!

Wu You felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.

He couldn't help but ask himself again, "What exactly is happening now? What does 'aggregation' mean?"

This time, the God of Beasts remained silent for an even shorter period than before.

The hoarse voice echoed in his mind, speaking faster than before, but still clearly penetrating his brain: "Look up."

Upon hearing this, Wu You suddenly looked up.

He saw a scene that made his pupils shrink again.

The black sun in the sky—is moving!

It is sliding in a certain direction at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if pushed by some force, steadily and continuously shifting from its original position!

Beside the black sun, the two stars he summoned were also moving in the same direction as the black sun!

The three celestial bodies maintained a relative distance and were moving sideways together!

Wu You couldn't help but whisper and blurt out, "What?! That black sun is moving?!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Lao and Zhu Yuanzhi, who were beside him, also looked up at the same time.

Old Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, his eyes, which had weathered countless storms, revealed a look of near shock.

Zhu Yuanzhi and the others stood to the side, their heads tilted back, their expressions changing from solemn to slightly open mouths.

The hoarse voice in Wu You's mind rang out again: "It's not Him moving—!"

Is He—that black sun—alive? Is He a "He"? Is He a deity?

The thought had barely formed in Wu You's mind before it fully developed when the voice continued, "—It's you who are moving!"

Wu You was taken aback: "We're moving? But—"

He subconsciously glanced around:

The stronghold's walls were still there, and Wang Qi, Gongsun Baizhan, and the others were still standing in the same spot. Even the loose soil and some piles on the ground hadn't moved. The relative distance between them and these buildings hadn't changed at all, and it looked exactly the same as it had a few breaths ago.

But then he suddenly realized something.

wrong.

It's not that they didn't move! It's that everything around them was moving along with them!

The entire deep dark realm, and everything covered within it, is moving in the same direction!

That hoarse voice entered his consciousness again, this time shorter than the previous two times, consisting of only one sentence, but it sent a chill down Wu You's spine:

"Now, make sure you don't die."

. . .

at the same time.

At the boundary of the deep, dark forbidden zone, waves of tremors came from all directions, as if an invisible giant hand was repeatedly dragging the entire space.

The leading figure in black slightly raised his head, and the face covered with black runes under the hood tilted slightly towards the sky. Then, without warning, he made his move.

Without any prior notice, without any build-up, and without even a single unnecessary word, the domain was unleashed with a simple gesture.

"The domain expands, the Eternal Nightmare Domain."

When the last five words, "Ten Thousand Silence Nightmare Domain," were squeezed out of its throat, the tone was neither rising nor falling, calm but heavy.

Inner demons are the soil, annihilation is the root, and illusion is the form.

The Realm of Eternal Silence!

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible gray wave suddenly erupted from its center. The gray was not a color gray, but an abstract feeling: deathly stillness, sinking, the texture left after all life and vitality had been drained.

The wave spread extremely quickly, like a thin but tough layer of ink splashed on a transparent canvas. Wherever it passed, the air flow slowed down, the vibration frequency decreased, and even the churning of the dark fog became sluggish.

After the land on both sides of the boundary was covered by that layer of gray, the color immediately lost a layer of saturation, like a photograph whose contrast had been reduced, and all the edges became blurred.

The leader in the black trench coat had already reacted the moment the gray fluctuations erupted.

He spit out the still-lit cigarette butt from his mouth, which tumbled twice in the air before landing on the ground, scattering a small cluster of sparks.

His eyes lit up in that instant, and with a roar, a power almost entirely opposite to the gray fluctuations exploded from his body:

"Domain expanded! Spirit-Born Purifying Fire Domain!"

Pure white light emanated from him, without any other colors, as clean as spring water just gushing from a spring.

The edge of that white light had a warm texture, unlike the scorching sensation of flames, it was more like a gentle baking. Wherever it touched, the dark patterns on the ground that had been eroded began to recover, the silent death aura in the air was dispelled, and even the direction of the churning dark mist overhead changed and slowed down.

One fire cleanses the turbid, two fires nourish the body, three fires nurture the spirit, four fires sustain life, five fires return to the source, and six fires grant immortality!

The light seemed to contain a continuous pulse, like the heartbeat of all things.

next moment.

The gray fluctuations representing deathly stillness and the pure white fluctuations representing life collided at the midline of the restricted area boundary.

There was no loud noise, no shockwave; it was just two colors, like two extremely thin pieces of silk, colliding, pushing, squeezing, and vying for dominance over every inch of space between them.

The gray tries to seep into the white, but the white pushes the edges of the gray back little by little.

The two forces formed a clear boundary in mid-air; everything on the left gradually fell into eternal silence, while everything on the right was revitalized.

The other dark figures moved the moment they saw the pure white Spiritual Fire Domain unfold.

However, they did not activate their own domains—domains also have levels. Between the two super-powerful domains that were unleashing their full power, their relatively weaker domains had no room to expand. If they were to forcefully expand them, they would only be crushed by these two forces!

Their chosen method of attack was more direct: seven or eight dark, runic figures simultaneously pounced on the leader, the one in the black trench coat, their bodies surging with dense black energy, moving so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible.

Meanwhile, the other torchbearers, whose heads were spinning with the True Yang Wheel, were not idle either; they stepped forward simultaneously.

More than a dozen streaks of light of various colors entered the battlefield from different angles. Some blocked the charging route of those dark figures, while others bypassed the head-on confrontation and attacked the leading dark figure directly.

The moment the two formations collided, the entire space near the boundary of the restricted area lit up, and energy of several colors and several levels of rules erupted simultaneously, exploding into dazzling bursts of light near the gray-white dividing line.

At the same time, the tremors in the space did not disappear; instead, they became more intense due to the superposition of energy fluctuations—the ground beneath our feet, the sky above our heads, and the dark mist floating on both sides of the boundary all trembled at the same frequency.

. . .

In an unknown space, nine figures of different colors floated silently.

This space has no up, down, left, or right distinctions, and no light source, but the color of each figure itself is the light source—nine halos of light, such as gold, light blue, dark yellow, and light cyan, are evenly spaced and suspended in the void, like a round lamp.

At this moment, the golden figure in the center spoke first, his voice carrying a bright and steady quality: "Xiaorou, can you still hold on over there?"

The blurry, pale blue figure shook its head slightly.

The moisture on His body moved faster than usual, and when His gentle voice came out, the ending tone was also slightly softer than usual:

"Currently, all the dark domains and deep dark domains in the three southeastern provinces are being dragged along at an extremely rapid pace."

"Even if I use all my projections together, I can only slow down the rate at which they are aggregated."

The golden figure didn't answer, remaining silent for a moment before changing its approach and asking, "Does the God of Beasts have any ideas?"

The pale blue figure shook its head again: "He cannot intervene personally for the time being. He only provided a ritual to stop the aggregation; we will have to carry out the actual operation ourselves."

Upon hearing these words, the golden figure, suspended in mid-air, shifted slightly, as if making a final decision.

After a moment, He spoke, a decisive undertone added to the brightness of His voice: "In that case, let's prepare for the worst."

"Xiaorou, prepare the initiation ritual on your end."

He paused, shifting his gaze from the pale blue figure to the other figures around him: "We will all project a portion of our projections towards the three southeastern provinces."

The other seven blurry figures nodded slightly.

The movements were very light, but each nod carried a tacit understanding of confirmation; no one asked a question, and no one raised any objections.

After the golden figure finished speaking, it fell silent. Its indistinct gaze fell on an uncertain direction in the void ahead, as if looking through layers of space at a point in time that was slowly approaching.

The pale blue figure didn't press further. The moisture on her body subsided slightly, and she said gently, "Okay."

Nine figures floated in that space where there was no distinction between up, down, left, or right, their halos of light flickering and overlapping, silently gazing in the same direction.