"Swoosh!"
Three sickle-shaped Nether Moons suddenly extinguished.
The beings standing in Without-Sun City, whether human or Fond Spirit, in an instant, felt a cold hand clutching their throats, daring to scream—even the slightest insignificant sound would break their necks and grant them final death.
The epoch change... has begun!
At this mont, eternal night descended, and all sounds were silent.
However, Ye Ying, Night Roufeng, and other Saints, were late to see the stars shine.
In previous epoch changes, the desolate land may have nurtured vigorous life, low plains standing tall with majestic mountains... All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds would give birth to a myriad of bizarre scenes.
This was the usual "heavens and earth changing."
Lucky beings would receive blessings, extend their life span, elevate their rank, easily.
Beings despised by the heavens, such as old beings occupying too many resources yet refusing to die, or calamities, evil beasts like disasters, and misfortunes, the Heavenly Dao would judge them and help them "liberate."
This ti... there was nothing!
Under the gaze of the masses, the deep night sky, boundless loneliness, seed to hide a fear that could twist souls.
"Dong—"
The first bell tolled, without waiting for the beings to respond, the second, the third... as if rapid waves pushed from behind, fiercely and swiftly impacting souls.
Without-Sun City was silent.
The Saints, like children, lost the luster in their deep black eyes, souls road beyond the skies, unable to return for a long ti.
"Sothing is odd..."
The Blood Witch Divine King maintained absolute clarity, subconsciously whispering in the Witch Clan’s language:
"The Heavenly Dao not bestowing blessings, is normal."
"But not imposing punishnt... why is this?"
"Could it be that the Witch God has attained godhood, thereby revitalizing clan fate?"
Wu Xuelu shook off her rigid state, calmly analyzed:
"Ye Clan’s legacy is too long, heaven and earth are displeased."
"But you are ultimately a newly ascended Witch God, representing Ghost Lamp, if you just achieved divine status and then bring forth a killing intent, if the heavens have any face, it would likely be lost."
"It’s still sowhat strange..."
The Blood Witch Divine King did not easily accept Wu Xuelu’s judgnt, ten bloody fingers pointed at the void, seemingly deducing celestial secrets.
Coinciding with the last toll of the bell, he opened his eyes, blood light emitted from his pupils, contemplative:
"Perhaps the Ghost Lamp is sealed, this place becos a Law Vacuum Zone, temporarily not included in heavenly considerations."
"So this ti the Clock of the Era, Ghost Lamp neither gets opportunities nor disaster, a smooth and stable transition."
The Blood Witch Divine King shifted his tone, blood-red eyes towards the rekindling sickle-shaped Nether Moon, handso appearance, a myriad of gravitas:
"Next, is the mont to decide destiny!"
"The seal... is rapidly unraveling."
"The barrier protecting the Ghost Lamp Abyss will completely disappear within a hundred breaths at most."
"With my vision, I can already sense that outside Ghost Lamp seems to be True Gods entrenched, their aura like raging sea dragons, not to be underestimated."
"Heh! It appears that ten thousand years, such a span, is still not enough for All heavens and ten thousand races to forget Ghost Lamp!"
Bertnar, still with his suave appearance, now his mouth curled up, revealing a pair of golden fangs, dazzling:
"Jester Emperor is dead, the Abyss of the Red Dust should not be a concern."
"Over at Cloud Sea, having lost the Light Witch God, the Witch’s Divine Status remains in Ghost Lamp, also would not pose a threat."
"What remains, is likely the Inferior Earth Abyss being more troubleso."
"The Inferior Earth Emperor is a renowned One Crown and Two Gods, wielding the Polluted Law, if he leads soldiers to attack, Ghost Lamp’s calamity would still be fraught with peril."
Ye Ying, with the appearance of an old woman, quietly grasped a blade, inspecting the densely notched edge, lightly said:
"If it’s death either way, dying on the battlefield, dying in one’s holand, with clear conscience."
"However... Rou’er, you should have extra ergency preparations, right?"
"Mm."
Night Roufeng nodded, calm:
"There will be several Holy Spirits adept in speed or space magic, leading a group of children, escaping Ghost Lamp."
"Whether Ye Clan or San Zhou Ghost Monks, Blood Witch Clan, as long as there are descendants alive, there remains indestructible hope."
"This ti, they are the Living Sect, we are the Death Sect."
"Ye Clan for thirteen thousand years, constantly fluctuating, this ten thousand year period forcibly extended by Shitian Ancestor, the next ten thousand years, even if it’s like ants shaking a tree, is more comforting than waiting for death."
"With such arrangents, there are no lingering worries."
Ye Ying grinned, revealing sparse broken teeth, her smile cold:
"An old woman like , has lived enough in this life."
"Originally should have died calmly last ti, Shitian, that brat, insisted on rushing ahead of us, making us these old undead, feel quite embarrassed."
"Now the enemy is pressing, battle is inevitable, let this old woman see, on the verge of death... can she slay another demigod!"
When Ye Ying said this, her cloudy eyes beca clear again, limbs and body revitalized, returning to strength.
The few broken artifacts suspended beside her simultaneously released arrogance, the sharpness hidden under years, resurfacing in the world once more.
"Ghost Lamp, listen to orders, all on alert!"
"With the lessons from Red Dust and Cloud Sea, the enemies daring to invade this ti must be wolves, tigers, and leopards, when seen, kill with all your might!"
"Yes!!"
The whole Without-Sun City, although most could not hide the panic and fear in their eyes.
But they forced themselves to calm down, then dispersed to various shelters according to pre-determined drills, preparing as much as possible for battle.
"No... the number of enemy gods outside Ghost Lamp is sowhat strange..."
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