Cast into the Dark Plane; Yizhisha Revives / The Undead Emperor Appears; Seizing the Soul!

The next moment, a black pebble broke free from his arms, hovered in mid-air, and suddenly burst through the air, flying behind him.

Immediately afterwards, one black stone after another shot into the sky from all directions, tearing through the void and converging together, along with the first Sin Stone, and simultaneously entered Xin Xia's body on the cross in the square.

There are thirteen Sin Stone in total, each held by one of the thirteen Grand Judges of the Holy City.

They came from different factions, including the Magic Association, Parthenon, and representatives from various countries, all seeking to fairly and justly represent the Holy City in judging evil.

If seven or more Sin Stone are thrown, the criminal can be executed immediately; if fewer than seven are thrown, the criminal is declared innocent.

Now that Durank has collected seven Sin Stones, it means that seven judges have decided that Xin Xia is guilty, and everything is beyond redemption.

This is actually much better than the Original Timeline. There were originally ten, but now only seven, which shows Durank's hasty actions, although it doesn't really make much sense.

Rumble!

As the seven black pebbles gathered, they eerily circled around Xin Xia, all of them emitting black light, forming a Dark Judgment mark, which was heavily branded onto Xin Xia's forehead.

A vast amount of dark power overflowed, causing the void to rumble and tremble. Seven towering black pillars of light rose, and a layer of black light membrane gradually spread, separating the plaza from the outside world into two separate worlds.

"Brother Fan!"

Xin Xia's voice was weak; her initial joy at seeing Mo Fan gradually sank into despair.

What are you trying to do?!

Upon witnessing this scene, Mo Fan was filled with rage, his mind reeling, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

This black, void world felt somewhat familiar, somewhat resembling the Dark Sword Master's Dark Arena, and even identical to the video of the execution of Dark Venerable Essendel, giving him a bad feeling.

The Old Man Song beside him sighed sadly, "It's over. The power of the Dark Judgment imprisons prisoners, summons the Haila, and forbids others from entering. Wen Tai died inside back then."

Hearing this, Mo Fan gasped for breath, his Killing Intent almost tearing his chest apart. "Fine, very well. I thought you big powers still had some rules to follow, but now you're all a bunch of bullshit. I should have just taken action long ago."

If the evil of the Black Vatican is so infuriating that it makes one want to use all one's power to send them all to hell, then they simply don't deserve to live in this world.

The colossal lie that the Parthenon Temple and the Holy Court have jointly exposed today is utterly devastating. This world, already teetering on the brink of collapse under the rule of Demon Beast, is now controlled by such despicable individuals!

Now that things have come to this, the only option is to fight violence with violence. They've instigated this power struggle that's been sacrificed in blood, so I'll repay them with a bloodbath, a field strewn with corpses!

Mo Fan took out a cloudy, crystalline bead from his pocket Evil Bead seemed to sense his determination and cheered with joy.

His expression was indifferent. No matter what form he took—a demon, Red Demon, or even a monster—he would still take Xin Xia away!

Suddenly, Mo Fan crushed the Evil Bead, which was brimming with energy, and a massive surge of evil energy rushed into his body.

With a series of cracking sounds, grotesque bone spurs burst out of Mo Fan's body, causing him to swell and his mind to rapidly degenerate and become evil. His eyes were filled with hatred, as if he were about to transform into Red Demon.

At that very moment, a unique crimson ink color emerged within the Spiritual World, spreading out and covering every corner of the spiritual body, forcibly transforming this Evil Power into controllable demonic power.

Rumble!

In an instant, a supreme fiery figure, towering to the heavens and standing tall, rose up, its boundless pressure spreading outwards, and a vast and mighty wave of energy sweeping across the land.

Then, the vast corona of light scattered, illuminating the expansive sky and dyeing the sky over the Parthenon region an eerie, blood-red color, like a raging Blood Sea, obscuring the sun.

The mountains trembled violently, and the many knights on the jade platform nearly lost their footing. They looked ahead in astonishment, where countless spatial cracks appeared where Mo Fan stood.

Those from Durank's faction stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "This is...!"

Chapter 425 Falling into the Dark Plane, Yi Zhisha Resurrected

Rumble!

At the foot of Goddess Peak, Lu Jun heard a deafening magical bombardment. The earth trembled violently, and the peaks collapsed inch by inch in the raging energy Tide.

Fortunately, the Parthenon Temple's headquarters had been well-established for a long time, imprinting countless magical restrictions. The dazzling brilliance shone across the mountains and fields, weaving together a vast array that made the peaks and the void Fortified and immortal.

Even so, it was still teetering on the brink of collapse under the rampage of the Demon Mo Fan.

The Haila have descended!

A roar! A roar that shook the entire Acropolis of Athens resounded from within the vast, Dark Execution Ground.

The vast plaza beneath Xin Xia inexplicably melted into a boundless black pool.

Deep within the pool of foul-smelling, completely black sewage, a hideous black horned helmet head slowly rose, accompanied by thick black smoke, clusters of black flying insects resembling pythons, scattering into the Dark Execution Ground.

When that towering shadow almost enveloped the Acropolis of Athens, blotting out the sky and the sun, an aura of supreme power, no less than that of a demon, rose up.

Seeing this, Lu Jun's expression remained indifferent, a deep sense of death welling up in his eyes, and he murmured, "The time has finally come."

The great battle in the sky has begun. The Demon Mo Fan not only has to face the Supreme Monarch alone, but also dozens of Golden Knights and Sacred Judgment Mage whose cultivation has reached the Super Rank Mage level, as well as a legion of thousands of High-Order Mages.

Not to mention that several Super Rank cultivators, including Durank, Mei Ruola, and Xiao Shen, the father of the deceased Saintess Penny Jia, all pressed forward.

This time, Mo Fan lacked the restraint of the Totem Mysterious Snake, a creature of the same level, and also lacked Salang, whose venom spread and controlled a large number of the high-ranking Parthenon mages, including the Temple Mother.

At this moment, Mo Fan was fighting alone. No matter how he roared and unleashed his power, the situation continued to deteriorate.

Is it already beyond repair?

He looked around, feeling powerless. The sky was filled with the shadows of enemies, and high-level Super Rank magic swept in, turning the area within several kilometers into a dazzling Sea of Light, with a destructive aura raging.

Frost, petrification, and spatial pressure—all sorts of restrictive magic were unleashed, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Rumble!

The Demon Mo Fan transformed into a wolf Soul Fire spirit, maneuvering through space with every move, creating Chaos Vortex, and unleashing all sorts of techniques. However, the injuries to his demonic body continued to worsen, and a deep weariness washed over him, slowing his dodging movements.

Suddenly, the Haila seized the opportunity. Its enormous, dark body vanished from its spot, and the next second, the void trembled as it flashed in front of the Demon Mo Fan. Its massive head and long, narrow horn pointed directly at the demon's chest and slammed into him.

Boom! The violent power shook the heavens and earth Haila, carrying Mo Fan, smashed through several mountain peaks like a bulldozer, and the darkness trampled everything in its path.

Pfft! Blood spilled from the corner of Mo Fan's mouth. Teleportation several times in quick succession, moving several kilometers away before finally escaping this terrifying attack.

Before he could even catch his breath, the Haila seemed to have a built-in lock-on mechanism. Its shadow claws wriggled, grasped the dark steel fork, and hurled it from a distance, shattering the void wherever it passed.

Bang! Mo Fan was caught off guard and hit by the dark steel fork, falling heavily to the ground along with the fork, where he remained firmly rooted to the spot.

Seeing this, Durank was overjoyed and shouted, "Everyone, let's activate the mountain-protecting formation together!"

Buzzing! Immediately afterwards, dozens of Super Rank Light Element spells merged into one under the power of the great array. Between the peaks, with Mo Fan's body as the center, a vast and boundless golden sealing array was formed, and a powerful binding force descended.

The Demon Mo Fan was in agony, his body hissing with black smoke, as if he were about to melt and be roasted into a dried corpse in the blazing golden Sea of Light.

Thud! The Haila crashed down from the sky, its enormous Ghost Shadow relentlessly trampling Mo Fan, causing vast swathes of land to sink and space to shatter.

"Brother Fan...!"

In the center of the square Xin Xia watched helplessly as Mo Fan was tortured, her heart filled with sorrow and powerlessness.

"Hahaha."

Seeing that the arrogance of the Demon Mo Fan had finally been suppressed, Durank flew over and hovered in the air, looking down at his opponent and laughing maniacally, "I admit that your trump card was unexpected, but it's still under my feet."

"No one can defy the Holy City, no one can act arrogantly on Parthenon's territory."

He arrogantly displayed the haughty expression of a victor, mocking Mo Fan, "So what if he's a demon? He should kneel down obediently."

You deserve to die!

The Demon Mo Fan was enraged, wolf patterns spread all over his body, flames soared into the sky, and he struggled incessantly, but was suppressed by the Haila and the great formation time and time again.

"Hahaha, I love seeing your angry but helpless expression."

Durank looked down at Mo Fan with a smug expression, saying, "Of course I know that girl isn't Salang. I'm just slandering her, and I'm even willing to turn around and attack that ridiculous top official of the National Government, Lu Jun."

"Look at him, he dares to say a word! Hahaha, I did it on purpose, nobody can do anything about it."

Mo Fan endured the excruciating pain, gritting his teeth as he said, "How dare you! And what are you doing this for?!"

"Since you're about to die, I don't mind telling you the truth. It's simple: that girl possesses our Parthenon's sacred relic, the soul of Athena! Once that soul is forced out, it will be controlled by my lord, the goddess Yi Zhisha, and she will rule the world."

Durank, eager to confide in the victims, cruelly declared, "You are just insignificant victims."

"You have no conscience at all, you're even worse than the Black Vatican!!"

"Heh heh heh, what's morality worth?" Durank said dismissively. "I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Goodbye."

Buzz buzz buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, Haila thrust his hands into the ground, and layers of dark power spread out, creating a black swamp beneath Mo Fan. A terrifying devouring force erupted, pulling the Flame Wolf Demon inch by inch downwards.

This is a dark passage, leading directly to the [Dark Plane].

Throughout history, no one who has fallen into the Dark Plane has ever been able to return to the Mortal World.

Durank wore a confident smile.

Meanwhile, at the summit plaza of Goddess Peak, Xin Xia broke at the sight. Her eyes were vacant as she murmured, "Brother Fan..."

Immediately, she fainted as if stimulated by the Dark Judgment, her frail body hanging helplessly on the cross.

Shao Zheng, Old Man Song, Zhu Meng, and all the witnesses felt unbearable pain. A little girl had become a victim of power struggles; how innocent and wronged she was.

Unexpectedly, a figure with an incredibly slender and graceful silhouette gradually appeared behind Ye Xin Xia's body. Her cascading black hair slid down to her high hips, and her waist and legs were disproportionately large. She was slender and voluptuous like a goddess, and her whole body was shrouded in a mysterious and hazy glow.

This is a sacred and supreme radiance, containing unfathomable and boundless power, and integrating the origins of the Four Elements of White Magic into one.

Everyone was astonished. "This is...!"

The neutral faction, including the Temple Mother, were shocked. Recognizing the object, they exclaimed in disbelief, "The long-lost Parthenon Divine Soul?!"

Everyone's expression changed, and they began to realize what was happening.

Before the Temple Mother could even make a move, the group of Parthenon neutral leaders suddenly found themselves unable to move.

Tap tap tap! Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels echoed from the magnificent temple behind the square. The newcomer's footsteps were unhurried, and the heavy iron door creaked open slowly, as if pushing open a long-sealed history.

A stunningly beautiful woman appeared, her face flawless and her figure tall and slender. However, her cold and solemn demeanor easily made people overlook her beauty and focus on the meaning she represented.

The previous goddess Yi Zhisha?!

Not only were the female knights of Parthenon shocked, but even the high-ranking officials of the Nine Provinces, the Holy City, and even the mages of Athena were deeply moved.

Chapter 426 The Undead Emperor Appears, Seizing Souls!

"Wasn't Yi Zhisha dead? How did she come back to life?"

On Goddess Peak, the crowd was in an uproar, at a loss for what to do.

Soon, some people with ulterior motives exclaimed enthusiastically, "That's right, Yi Zhisha is a goddess. She possesses Resurrection Technique. She must have witnessed the Parthenon turmoil, resurrected herself, and saved the day from collapse."

"Yes, the demon was born, the goddess was resurrected, and the turmoil was suppressed."

Most people looked at each other blankly, then, swayed by the crowd, blindly cheered together.

The Temple Mother remained unmoved, her face calm as she looked at Yi Zhisha and slowly said, "So it was all your doing."

As the de facto ruler of Parthenon, she was all too familiar with spirits and Resurrection Technique. She stated with certainty, "This is absolutely not Parthenon's Resurrection Technique."

"The Divine Soul Resurrection Technique can only revive people who have just died and whose bodies and souls are intact. But you have been dead for almost twenty years. How could you come back to life now? The dense aura of death on you can no longer be concealed."

Unmoved by the Temple Mother's mockery, Yi Zhisha ignored the bloodstains and corpses on the mountain peaks and walked step by step to Xin Xia.

She gazed at the ethereal, peerless beauty of the goddess, and smiled, "After plotting for so long, I've finally won you over."

Then Yi Zhisha smiled at the Temple Mother and said, "What can you do even if you know? Now that all four candidates are dead, and I have obtained their divine souls, I will undoubtedly take the position of goddess."

As she finished speaking, she opened her arms, took a step forward, and embraced the spirit from behind, the two gradually overlapping and merging.

Seeing this from afar, Lu Jun shook his head in regret. Xin Xia and Mo Fan had failed after all. There was nothing he could do; it was too difficult for the Demon Mo Fan. How could he possibly fight against Parthenon on his own?

"But Yi Zhisha... hehehe, I still have a final score to settle!"

Lu Jun's eyes turned a deep, dark black. Within his Spiritual World, a cursed galaxy, a black and red river, suddenly erupted like thunder. A majestic black and gold armor quietly broke its seal, unleashing boundless and vast energy.

The essence of death quietly permeated every corner of the body, Six Great Star Rivers continued to expand, transforming into one dark cosmos after another.

On the surface, Lu Jun remained completely still. As his cultivation level gradually increased, his control over the Ancient King Armor Robe became better and better.

In an instant, a thought arose in his mind, Power of Imagination surged. A phantom image transcended his true self and stepped out, becoming a mirror image that remained in place. Meanwhile, he himself ascended the steps one by one, alone, straight into the clouds of the sacred mountain.

All of this went unseen, like a mirage.

On the plaza, Yi Zhisha continued to merge with Athena soul, and her cultivation in the Four Elements of healing, plants, mind, and blessing rose rapidly, almost breaking through the forbidden spells in all of them.

Even with her current state of mind, she still couldn't suppress her overwhelming joy.

Sigh~