CHAPTER 348: CHAPTER 321: THE DESCENT OF THE EVIL GOD!

Fifteen mysterious Spirits of Night Travel grandly appeared!

Like phantoms in the dark of night, they silently emerged at the four corners of the world.

Their figures were blurred and profound, resembling ink paintings under the moonlight, each one containing endless power and ancient knowledge.

As these fifteen Outer Realm Evil Gods made their move at the same time, a powerful surge of energy shook the heavens and the earth, as if even the stars trembled at that moment.

With poetic gestures and fluid movements, each subtle motion they made stirred the night.

Invisible ripples spread through the air, inch by inch consuming the light, and in an instant, the bright sky was replaced by a dense inkiness.

The darkness was no longer just the arrival of the night sky; it was as though it had a life of its own, rolling in from the horizon in all directions like a surging tide.

As the starry sky was obscured and the moon hidden, all things fell into this pitch-black embrace, leaving only fifteen glimmers of light twinkling in the dark—a symbol of the presence of the Spirits of Night Travel.

This grand spectacle was not just a normal nightfall but a true portent of an "Eternal Night."

The wind stopped breathing; the mountains and rivers went silent.

The whole world seemed to be pulled into an endless dream.

Seeing the dark surge of the Eternal Night approaching, Qi Xiu and the other three furrowed their brows, their minds racing with countless thoughts to devise a strategy.

But in the current situation, let alone them, even if a Dao Expert were here, it would still be of no avail.

The intense darkness collided heavily with the vast Yellow River hanging across the sky!

In an instant, the river boiled, and the Eternal Night trembled!

The ceaselessly surging Yellow River was indestructible, like a chasm from heaven, staunchly blocking the Eternal Night darkness conjured by the collective power of the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel.

"It really is worthy of being His Ink Treasure," Zhou Wen remarked, his tense expression slightly relaxing as he noticed the vast Yellow River blocking the invasion of Eternal Night. However, his words were tinged with regret. "But this line isn’t for vanquishing enemies. If it were the line ’Ten steps to kill one, a thousand miles without a trace,’ even these Outer Realm Evil Gods would be annihilated to the last."

His Zhou Family was fortunate to have inherited three Ink Treasures from their ancestors.

The most powerful one, capable of immense destruction, had already been used in a past crisis.

Otherwise, if that particular Ink Treasure could have been used today, there might have been a sliver of hope in this desperate situation.

Thanks to the obstruction of the vast Yellow River, the Spirits of Night Travel’s methods could not break through for the time being.

But Qi Xiu and the others all understood that the Divine Marvel effect of this Ink Treasure would not hold for long.

Time slipped away, second by second.

Before their eyes, the magnificent Yellow River hanging between heaven and earth in the void began to blur and fade.

A sense of gravity slowly built in everyone’s hearts.

CRACK—

The moment the power of the vast Yellow River weakened, the boundless Eternal Night darkness instantly tore a huge hole through the barrier that had obstructed it for so long, completely severing it.

The dark tide raged, bearing down relentlessly.

Just as the terrifying Eternal Night was about to fall, Qi Xiu’s eyes focused, his command token-holding palm shining brightly, ready to fight to the death when—

Suddenly, an impeccable white jade palm emerged from the depths of the void. Its fingers shifted and pinched, forming a radiant, Immeasurable Dharma Seal that shone with a vast light, forcefully repelling the surging, boundless, fearsome darkness of the Eternal Night.

That is...

「Outside Ten Thousand Caves Mountain.」

Dongfang Qing and Cao Wuji stood side by side atop a Cloud Head, the two Primordial Spirit Bosses fixating their gaze on Ten Thousand Caves Mountain before them.

Around this ancient mountain, streams of barely concealed darkness began to probe out from the corners.

The surrounding world started to lose its color, and the whole of Ten Thousand Caves Mountain seemed to fall into a vortex, voraciously devouring the nearby light and color.

"I didn’t expect the bottom line of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to be so low now," Dongfang Qing said with sarcastic ridicule.

"To achieve a goal by any means necessary, that, I can understand.

But to be so greedy for sole possession that you’re willing to smash the pot—this kind of thinking and audacity, I am truly ashamed to share the same realm with you all."

Cao Wuji’s expression remained solemn in the face of Dongfang Qing’s taunt, and he said nothing.

The aura of the Outer Realm within Ten Thousand Caves Mountain had become as dense as a volcano on the verge of eruption, a level clearly not achievable by ordinary Outer Realm Evil Gods.

Although there was no concrete evidence on the surface yet, even a fool would now know that their side was definitely responsible for summoning the Outer Realm Evil God.

After a moment of silence, Cao Wuji turned and left.

This matter was too disgraceful. Although as a Demon, he had always disdained the so-called moral ethics of the Human Race.

But as a being of this realm, to invite an Outer Realm Evil God to cause chaos in their own land—what the hell kind of bullshit was this!

It was a humiliation like no other.

"I have no control over this matter, but from today onward, my Great Roc Clan withdraws from Dianchuan Province," Cao Wuji stated coldly, then cast a profound look at the six Kings.

These six bastards definitely knew about this. Good, very good. It turns out I was the only one kept in the dark from beginning to end.

"You fellows are truly watertight," he added, his voice laced with ice. "Mountains are high and rivers are long; I, Cao, will remember this score."

Feeling a chill, the six Kings all showed bitter expressions upon hearing Fuyao Great Saint’s cold parting words.

It was over—they had earned the resentment of this Great Saint.

The six Kings could only swallow their grievances, gritting their teeth and bearing it. This was an order from the Demon Buddha himself, forbidden to be shared with anyone, including Fuyao Great Saint.

If they spoke out, they would face the Demon Buddha’s punishment.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, they could only be trapped in the middle, taking flak from both sides.

Just as Cao Wuji left, the six Kings also thought of leaving. The Demons’ side no longer had a Primordial Spirit Boss to hold the fort. They feared that if Dongfang Qing harbored malevolent intentions, they would all be buried here.

However, at this moment, Dongfang Qing had no intention of attacking these demons.

All his attention was focused on Ten Thousand Caves Mountain before him, which was covered in billowing black energy, resembling a boiling cauldron.

BOOM—

A sudden loud noise erupted, and Dongfang Qing immediately stood up.

The entire Ten Thousand Caves Mountain crumbled and shattered; boulders tumbled, dust soared, and the earth trembled.

As the Spirits of Night Travel fiercely exerted their strength, they broke through the thick mountain, like unsheathed swords aiming for the Sky Dome.

An endless, uncontrollable torrent of Eternal Night darkness burst forth from within them, instantly sweeping across heaven and earth.

The darkness, like molten black lava, was scorching and merciless. It erupted and ascended, forming towering columns of darkness that reached into the clouds, like erupting volcanoes of the night.

The waves of darkness surged, inundating the originally bright starry river. The Sky Dome seemed to twist and deform under its assault, emitting a painful moan.

The power of that darkness was so strong it could distort light, compress space, and inflict an endless sense of oppression.

Around each Spirit of Night Travel, dark matter stretched out like tentacles, attempting to grasp and devour everything within sight.

Under the baptism of this darkness, the Sky Dome seemed to tear apart, revealing fissures like abysses.

This was not just the arrival of Eternal Night. It was the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel, with their unmatched power, vowing to turn the entire Sky Dome into eternal darkness. They aimed to bring unprecedented shock and fear to the world.

The fifteen Spirits of Night Travel stood like ancient myths awakened, towering amidst lofty mountains, their bodies vast and enigmatic.

Their cold, detached eyes swept slowly across the land, pupils churning with incomprehensible waves.

"That... is that an Outer Realm Evil God?!" someone exclaimed.

The shocking appearance of the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel immediately caused those present to wear startled expressions.

They were all aware of the news that Demonic Evil Cultivators had summoned Outer Realm Evil Gods.

But even with mental preparation, they didn’t expect these fiends to be so brazen as to summon so many Outer Realm Evil Gods at once.

What are they trying to do? Take everyone down with them in mutual destruction?!

Unable to comprehend the Demonic Evil Cultivators’ act of inviting the wolf into the house, a group of Human Race Dao Experts pointed at the Kings of the Demons opposite them, cursing loudly and even rolling up their sleeves as if to fight.

Spirits of Night Travel... Gazing at the Outer Realm Evil Gods wreathed in surging darkness, wantonly corrupting the Sky Dome, Dongfang Qing’s expression was solemn as he recognized their origins.

Spirits of Night Travel.

Evil Gods in service to the Divine Courts.

They held dominion over the Eternal Night darkness.

However...

His gaze swept over these Spirits of Night Travel, and Dongfang Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly with hesitation.

A complete contingent of Spirits of Night Travel should include sixteen. It is said that if all sixteen Spirits of Night Travel were to arrive simultaneously and join hands, they could usher in a true, unending Eternal Night, transforming the entire world. But here... there are only fifteen. Where is the sixteenth? Could it be that the Demonic Evil Cultivators’ preparations were insufficient, and they failed to summon all the Spirits of Night Travel?

Various possibilities arose in his mind, but Dongfang Qing dismissed them one by one.

If the Demonic Evil Cultivators dared to summon Outer Realm Evil Gods, and specifically chose the Spirits of Night Travel, they must have made thorough preparations. Such an oversight would be impossible.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Dongfang Qing slowly turned his gaze towards the six Kings, who were standing in a daze, contemplating their escape.

The summoning ritual was, plainly speaking, an invitation for these Outer Realm Evil Gods to enter the Home Realm.

It allowed Evil Gods, who were normally not permitted to cross realms, to descend with proper procedure.

Therefore, inviting sixteen Spirits of Night Travel versus fifteen, in terms of the ritual’s ability to bring them, made little fundamental difference.

Could it be... because of those children...

A flash of insight crossed his mind. Dongfang Qing looked towards where Ten Thousand Caves Mountain had once stood, now a massive crater, and his face immediately darkened.

Facing such a number of Outer Realm Evil Gods, those children were probably already...

A trace of anger rose in his heart. Dongfang Qing coldly eyed the Outer Realm Evil Gods towering above the Sky Dome.

Behind him, within the vast Sky Dome that spanned thousands of miles, a tremendous, awe-inspiring, terrifying Lei City suddenly appeared. Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. The grand and dominant might of the Thunder Path immediately suppressed the spreading darkness of the Eternal Night.

"Outer Realm fiends, daring to intrude upon the Home Realm!" Dongfang Qing declared, his killing intent surging. "I shall personally..."

As his intent solidified, a torrential torrent of thunder erupted from within the Nine Heavens Shenxiao Thunder City. In an instant, the vast emptiness blurred. The power of thunder penetrated the universe, as if a world of the Thunder Path was awakening.

Amidst earth-shaking roars, fifteen Primordial Heavenly Thunder Cannons rose slowly. Their black, abyss-like muzzles, resembling endless voids that devour everything, aimed from afar at the fifteen Spirits of Night Travel.