Late at night.
Outside the building where the Fang family resides.
A man and a woman erged, creeping out of the darkness.
"Found it, Fang Qiong’s ho address... it was written on her resu back then."
The woman let out a soft laugh.
The Wormwood Forest funds so many archaeological teams, just to use them as cannon fodder.
However, they naturally have information on each mber of these teams.
"Then... let’s begin. No matter what that woman has obtained, it belongs to our Wormwood Forest!"
The man was a bit impatient, and in the darkness, various rustling noises arose, as if tens of thousands of insects were crawling.
"Wait... I have a bad feeling."
The woman suddenly spoke: "You know... I once found a dry spring of the Lucky Spring in the Ether Realm, and after performing the ’retracing ritual’, drank a sip of the historical Lucky Spring water... now, my ether spirituality is warning that misfortune may lie ahead..."
The man fell silent. Although they were high-rank cultivators in the ’Wormwood Forest’, already at the ’Enlightener’ rank and wielding powerful holy relics and ritual power, they still didn’t dare claim they could dominate the earthly world.
Not to ntion, even in mortal nations, if the army starts bombardnt, they would struggle to confront it directly.
Let alone, there are also ’longevity practitioners’ walking the earth, and so terrifying extraordinary beings.
In the mysterious world, rank isn’t everything.
Possibly, a wanderer might carry the attention of a certain divine being!
"So?"
The man’s eyes flickered.
"So, I can perform an assurance first, by conducting the ’Sunset Ceremony’!"
The woman chuckled.
The extraordinary beings of Wormwood Forest focus primarily on ’historical paths’, and such beings excel at finding and obtaining power from secret histories.
By emulating the rituals of those major historical events, they borrow the might from the void.
"Sunset Ceremony? You’ve researched it thoroughly already?"
The man was startled.
The woman’s voice carried a hint of pride: "When the ’Sunset Disaster’ erupted in the Ether Realm, I happened to be nearby... witnessed the miracle! Although I didn’t dare approach at the ti, I went there afterward and researched for several months... I dare say I fully understand it now, and have tried it several tis, with excellent results."
"Rumor has it that the Sunset Disaster was created by the leader of the Esoteric Sect." The man glanced sideways as he spoke.
"I find it impossible... Such might, if it was the leader of the Esoteric Sect, then the leader must be a divine... but the embodint of a divine cannot be so agile, nor interfere so extensively with the earthly world."
The woman spoke.
It was clear they were well-versed in secret histories and knew so secrets about divinities.
In the secret realm, knowledge is power!
Even ’insight’ and ’mory’ can beco power!
"In that case, go ahead and prepare the ceremony. Later, I’ll make the first move. If I don’t succeed, you imdiately harness the power of the ceremony."
The man thought for a while and agreed.
The woman imdiately took out a holy relic, a pitch-black ring. She gently caressed it, and a thick darkness enveloped several ters around, making it nearly impossible for outsiders to see inside.
She then took out a pouch and began extracting one ritual item after another.
"I declare this place a barrier using white salt as a catalyst."
The woman sprinkled a circle of salt while chanting. The language she used was very ancient, ’Gulan’—imbued with mystical power!
She quickly set up a small altar, placing a golden mask to the east.
"We beseech the God of Sunset, requesting Him to manifest the great power of the sunset."
At the center of the altar were three straw figures, symbolizing sacrifices.
At this mont, the small faces of the straw figures showed a hint of terror, as if the souls of living beings were trapped within them.
The woman lit a candle and said: "The power of the Sunset Ceremony is too strong; I can only maintain it for three minutes... make sure you send a signal within those three minutes. I will decide whether to activate or cancel the ceremony based on your signal..."
"Haha, I think you’re being too cautious. Maybe I can handle them all by myself."
The man smiled confidently and waved his hand.
A mass of dense, pitch-black insects surged out, rushing towards Fang Xing’s ho...
...
In the bedroom.
Fang Xing suddenly opened his eyes: "Who is praying to ?"
After surpassing four great limits of the Esoteric Martial Arts, his rank was already high, comparable to a longevity practitioner.
And, in this world, longevity practitioners are essentially ’demigods’.
As a ’demigod’, naturally, he has certain divine aspects, such as the ability to hear prayers within a certain range.
But the ’demigod’ range is small, perhaps not even half of Cuiting City, unless relayed through the ’Ether Realm’.
This voice, however, was extrely clear, as if it was right at his doorstep.
Fang Xing sent his will outward, scanning, and then suddenly laughed: "What is this? Inviting to hit myself?"
"Hmm, two enlighteners have arrived. Fang Qiong likely can’t handle it, looks like I need to step in..."
At that mont, the sound of rustling abruptly arose outside the window.
In Fang Xing’s senses, Fang Qiong was the first to react, quickly getting dressed and stepping out, followed by Fang Leng entering the living room with a revolver in his hand.
"Not bad, their alertness is okay... It’s just that, against the current enemies, even steam rifles are useless..."
Fang Xing shook his head.
Fang Leng was about to say sothing when the window suddenly shattered, and then... one after another, pitch-black worms crawled in.
Even though Fang Qiong had already beco an Esoteric Martial Artist and was no longer an ordinary person, upon seeing this scene, she still felt her scalp tingling, and her body was covered in goosebumps.
"Sleep!"
Fang Leng gritted his teeth and threw out a white talisman.
Bang!
A burst of white light exploded, causing the movents of those black insects to halt montarily, but they soon started crawling again.
"My talisman?"
Fang Leng cried out in shock.
"Your talisman is too weak..."
Fang Xing shook his head. As he spread his hands, a dark sun seed to rise indistinctly.
The intangible corruption of darkness spread, causing those insects to beco rigid and die...
Furthermore, using this corruption, Fang Xing saw a man’s terrified figure intertwined in dense lines with these insects.
"Six Void Skill – No Darkness Hand!"
Fang Xing stretched out a hand as if reaching into the darkness.
The man imdiately let out a miserable scream, his chest pierced by a pitch-black hand, yet he was still able to move, struggling to escape.
"The attacker is already severely injured by , go find him, and kill him!"
Fang Xing changed his mind, deciding to use the attacker as a test for Fang Qiong.
Fang Qiong nodded. She too had just witnessed that dark sun rising, and as Fang Xing spoke, she felt she had already established a mystical connection with the attacker.
Through this connection, she could sense the opponent was rapidly fleeing.
Swoosh!
Fang Qiong lightly stomped her foot, and her figure dashed out through the window.
In the night, her silhouette was like a ghostly cat, chasing down the attacker.
"Hmm... sothing’s coming."
Fang Xing arrived at the window, but his gaze was locked on a spot in the darkness.
"What’s coming?"
Fang Leng felt unsure and apprehensive, and soon, he saw a ’sun’!
A real ’sun’, rising like the dawn from Cuiting City!
It was the woman from the Worm Forest, brazenly initiating the ’Sunset Secret Ceremony’!
Roar!
She lit a scarecrow with candle fla, watching the souls on it wail.
Everything was like a replica of the Ether Realm!
"God of Sunset...Please descend your power, punish the unclean!"
A savage smile appeared on the woman’s face as she spoke in Gulan language, attempting to invoke the power of the ceremony upon Fang Xing’s family.
Subsequently...
Her expression changed dramatically as she saw a great sun crashing down, the target being—herself?!
"No... God of Sunset, I clearly replicated the secret history perfectly, why does the ceremony backfire?"
The woman scread in agony, and then under the sunlight, she turned into a charred corpse.
The illusory sun fell, its brilliance enveloping most of Cuiting City.
That night beca the talk of countless people, nad ’Night of the Sunset’...
"Just now..."
Fang Leng watched as the illusory sun fell and vanished...like a hallucination, yet cold sweat continuously dripped from his forehead.
Knowing so inside information, he truly understood the power that the falling sun represented.
If that ceremony had truly spiraled out of control, it could have burned down half of Cuiting City!
"Sunset Ceremony...an ether secret ceremony..."
The corner of Fang Xing’s mouth twitched slightly, unsure how to mock it.
Although most extraordinary people are quite hard-headed, this was the first ti he saw soone using such a mystical replica ceremony to target him!
’Oh...previously so path-seeking extraordinary individuals attempted to gain great power by replicating the secret ceremonies of the Ether Realm.’
’In the past few instances, in order to explore the power and attributes of the path, I didn’t oppose...did they think succeeding once ant they could succeed every ti?’
’As extraordinary individuals, are they truly so inattentive?’
While Fang Xing was internally mocking, Fang Qiong had already returned, carrying a man.
"I’ve recognized him, he’s ’Evans’, the backstage boss who funded our archeology team...but he turned out to be an extraordinary person, soone from the ’Worm Forest’..."
Fang Qiong’s expression was cold: "We are just cannon fodder for these archeological teams; their goal is to find the tomb of the ’blaspher’ David...David is suspected to be an Angel of the Dark Path, who has long since fallen...the tomb we are excavating this ti is very likely to belong to this blaspher..."
Fang Xing glanced at Evans and found that his rationality had already collapsed.
’The Dark Path excels in both corrosion and interrogation.’
Fang Qiong’s test was executed well.
"Sister...when did you beco so good at interrogation?"
Fang Leng felt he had a head full of questions.
And at this mont, the sky was already white in the east.
A steam locomotive slowly approached, disembarking Shi Lei and the very pale-faced Fang Fang.
Clearly, after a night of ’exploring’, this little sister has completely understood the cruelty of the hidden realm...
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