Black Heaven Omen!

Haining Prefecture in the plot world had long since turned into a purgatory.

The most brutal officials of the Three Offices in the entire dynasty were all crammed into this small coastal city.

Merely securing lodging for these people forced the wealthy merchants in the city to surrender their fortunes; mansions were confiscated, and wives and daughters were forcibly abducted as maids.

But there were simply too many members of the Royal Clan, and this small city, already suffering under such exploitation, was completely paralyzed in less than half a day.

Large groups of Grandmaster servants ran rampant through the streets and alleys, carrying off anything that caught their eye to decorate the facades of the Royal Clan.

Commoners were abducted in droves to serve as slaves, or even used directly for torture and amusement.

A high platform was erected in the center of the city.

The streets were packed with commoners kneeling in a dense mass; no one dared to lift their head, and no one dared to make a sound.

On the high platform, several members of the Royal Clan were drinking and feasting, the table laden with delicacies and fine wine.

A burly man with golden hair and blue eyes laughed as he pulled an arrow from the quiver beside him, weighed it in his hand, and without even aiming, tossed it out.

The arrow transformed into a black shadow, accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air, instantly piercing the head of a child at the mouth of a nearby alley.

A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd, but no one dared to move.

On the surrounding rooftops, those expressionless servant players stood like wooden stakes, the pressure of their Grandmaster status bearing down heavily, pinning the commoners in place.

"Hoshino-kun, I've hit another one, it's your turn!" Orona laughed and raised his luminous cup toward the short man opposite him.

Hoshino Taki's face was as cold as iron; he didn't even pick up on his remark, his eyes filled with disgust: "I grew tired of this kind of game long ago.

If you ask me, it would be more satisfying to just order a massacre of the city. Orona, I've had enough of the discrimination from the Heavens Tower. Before I leave this world, I must slaughter ten cities to vent my anger!"

Orona shrugged, unconcerned: "Hoshino-kun, the arrival of a great creation like the Heavens Tower signifies the dawn of a new era. Civilization cannot remain stagnant; this kind of change is not something we can stop. Instead of resisting, it is better to learn to integrate. Besides, those higher worlds stopped caring about race long ago. Among countless species, humanity is our shared identity."

"Hmph, and so what?" Hoshino Taki's face was full of disdain; he couldn't be bothered to say another word to a guy like Orona who lacked any cultural identity.

Orona smiled playfully: "Speaking of which, there is a Fusang Island overseas in this world, inhabited by your compatriots, yet I haven't seen you being particularly close to them."

Hoshino Taki's cheeks flushed bright red, and he stood up abruptly: "You... Hmph! Clean everything up!"

He flicked his sleeve and issued a stern order.

The servant players on the rooftops, who had been like wooden stakes, instantly moved as if a start button had been pressed. Their internal energy erupted, and a vast pressure crushed down, forcing the kneeling commoners to the ground, blood spilling from their mouths.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A sky full of sword light rained down like a storm.

The entire sky over Haining Prefecture was obscured by the sword light, so dense it made one's scalp tingle.

Wherever the sword light fell, those Grandmaster servants on the rooftops were struck one by one. These sword beams had immense penetrating power; the Grandmaster internal energy protecting their bodies was no better than paper, and often two or three beams were enough to nail a Grandmaster servant to the spot.

The entire city shook.

The commoners were stunned at first, then someone shouted: "Immortals have descended! The immortals have come to save us!"

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Below, the sounds of weeping and prayer merged into one.

The Royal Clan members on the high platform had their expressions change drastically. Just as they were about to act, a panel popped up in front of them in unison, with a cold order clearly visible.

Although they didn't understand why the Director had suddenly issued such an order, they decided to follow it.

"Mission failed! Execute the order!"

In a deep courtyard in the west of the city, several Royal Clan men and women who had been drinking and feasting just moments ago could no longer spare a thought for the terrified servants scurrying about the mansion.

They unbuckled the storage bags from their bodies, placed them neatly on the long table in front of them, and sat cross-legged. Their internal energy began to violently reverse, and a sound like muffled thunder rumbled within their meridians.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Bloody mists exploded from the bodies of several people simultaneously, and they collapsed limply.

The servant players waiting nearby stepped forward expressionlessly, collected the storage bags, and placed the corpses into specially made bags before flashing away toward the outskirts of the city.

The same scene played out simultaneously in hidden courtyards all over Haining Prefecture.

High above the firmament, Wang Xuan hovered in mid-air, a sharp glint flashing in his pitch-black eyes.

At this moment, the entire Haining Prefecture was laid bare before his gaze.

Gray-black impure energy covered the city like a festering sore; it was the resentment and death energy left behind by the Royal Clan's rampage over the past few days.

Beyond that, there were powerful auras shooting into the sky, each one representing a Grandmaster servant player.

Among them, the most conspicuous were thirty-some auras that were clearly a cut above the rest, intertwined to shroud the city tightly and stir up the winds and clouds, though these auras were rapidly dissipating.

"Mystic Pupil, activate."

He whispered in his heart, and a touch of ink-black quietly emerged within his deep pupils.

In an instant, his vision pierced through the layers of houses and tiles below, looking straight through them. With a shift of his mind, his perspective zoomed in rapidly, and every corner of the city became crystal clear.

This was the Mystic Pupil, one of the Nine Divine Abilities of the Black Heaven Book, capable of seeing through objects, breaking illusions, and condensing a sword within the pupil.

On the way here, Wang Xuan had already maxed out the Black Heaven Book.

Come to think of it, the cultivation path of the Black Heaven Book was completely different from other divine arts.

As the Calamity Master who cultivates the Black Heaven Book, one cannot actually unleash the Nine Divine Abilities; one can only open the Hidden Meridians to increase cultivation power, skipping the stages of "refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit" to directly refine the spirit.

To cultivate the Black Heaven Book, one must first locate the thirty-one Hidden Meridians within the body that differ from conventional meridians and give birth to Calamity Power from them.

Once these thirty-one Hidden Meridians are opened, the Calamity Power circulates automatically and ceaselessly.

As for those nine divine abilities, they are actually special powers that can only be unleashed after infusing the Hidden Meridian Calamity Power into another person's body, causing them to develop a Calamity Sea. The person who is infused is known as a Calamity Slave.

The cultivation of the Black Heaven Book has four ironclad rules, each word as unyielding as iron:

No Master, No Slave: The life and death of a Calamity Slave are entirely tied to the Calamity Master. The Calamity Master must be alive for the Calamity Power to be maintained; if the Calamity Master dies, the Calamity Slave will undoubtedly perish.

Borrow and Repay: A Calamity Slave's use of Calamity Power is essentially a "loan." The Calamity Power used must be repaid with the Calamity Master's exclusive true qi. If it is not repaid, it will trigger the Black Heaven Calamity, causing intense itching, emptiness, excruciating pain, and bodily explosion... each consequence more miserable than the last.

Endless and Ceaseless: Once the thirty-one Hidden Meridians are opened, the Calamity Power circulates automatically and never stops. As long as the Calamity Power does not dissipate, the Black Heaven Calamity will forever hang over one's head, following like a shadow.

Coming and Going: The status of a Calamity Slave is inherited for three generations. If the parents are slaves, the children are destined to be slaves, passed down from generation to generation, unable to break free.