Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, the Mark of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends!

The Law Chains surrounding Youming Kuang trembled violently, and the stone walls of the entire Earth Palace cracked inch by inch under this rage.

"In this Northern Territory region, even the elders of the True Martial Immortal Sect give me a wide berth."

"I've only been in seclusion for a few hundred years, yet someone dares to defecate on the head of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends!"

"By my decree, summon all leaders and elite troops under your command to proceed to Black Wind Plains immediately!"

The voice of Youming Kuang echoed throughout the Hundred Ghost Hall, causing the ghostly flames on the stone pillars to shake violently.

The vertical eye on his forehead slowly closed, leaving a scarlet bloodstain.

The guard didn't dare hesitate for a moment, and scrambled out of the cave abode to relay the order throughout the entire underground lair.

A moment later, the piercing wail of the Yin Bone Demon Conch resounded above the Hundred Ghost Hall.

Deep within the entire mountain range, powerful auras of Yin Sha Qi broke through the secluded cultivation chamber and rapidly converged towards the main hall plaza.

The remaining Thirteen Chieftains of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends have all arrived.

The Ghost Cultivators who remained were at least at the Late Tribulation Transcendence realm, and among them were three powerful individuals at the Early True Lord Stage.

They stood on either side of the main hall, looking at the mostly empty soul lamps on the high platform, their faces turning extremely grim.

"Boss, are Seventh Brother and the others really all dead?"

Yin Wujiu, the second-in-command, strode out of the line.

This man had a gaunt face and wore a black robe formed from Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Painting. His cultivation had reached the Half-Step Heavenly Monarch, and he was the strongest combatant under Youming Kuang's command.

Youming Kuang's face was ashen as he descended from the high platform.

"Seventh Brother and his men were wiped out in one fell swoop on the edge of Black Wind Plains; they didn't last more than a quarter of an hour."

"The murderer possessed a powerful weapon and was ruthless, leaving them not even a remnant soul."

"If we don't extract this man's soul and refine it today, burning it like a sky lantern for ten thousand years, the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends will have no place to stand in the Northern Territory!"

Upon hearing this, the Thirteen Chieftains in the main hall roared in unison.

"Kill!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

The violent Sha Qi broke through the rock strata at the top of the Earth Palace, turning the sky within a hundred miles in pitch black.

Youming Kuang waved his python robe sleeves, tearing through the void.

"Set off!"

Fourteen powerful figures rushed into the spatial rift first, followed closely by hundreds of elite Ghost Cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

A vast, dark cloud emerged from the ground, blotting out the sun, and roared toward the Black Wind Plains.

In the desolate wasteland north of Xuanming City, many traveling Rogue Cultivators and merchant caravans were alarmed by the massive dark cloud in the sky.

What is that?

"The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts —that's the symbol of the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends!"

"The leader Youming Kuang, is personally leading the team. Thirteen Chieftains are present, and even the personal guards from their old strongholds have been mobilized!"

"It's been so many years since Xuanming City has seen such a spectacle. What on earth has happened?"

The Cultivators on the wasteland were discussing amongst themselves, all hiding at a distance and not daring to approach.

For thousands of years, the Thirty-Six Ghost Fiends have roamed this land with tyranny, and they have always been the ones bullying others.

Now that they have come out in full force, adopting a posture of fighting to the death, it is clear that something earth-shattering has happened.

The managers of several large merchant caravans immediately took out Communication Jade Talisman and urgently reported to the higher-ups in Xuanming City.

At the same time.

On the edge of the Black Wind Plain, in the wilderness.

The wind whipped up sand and gravel, pounding against the rubble. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the lingering smell of burning.

A spatial rift suddenly tore open.

Youming Kuang, accompanied by his Thirteen Chieftains, strode out from the void and landed on the ravaged battlefield.

When they saw the horrific scene on the ground, everyone's breath caught in their throats.

Three feet of land were forcibly eroded from the wasteland.

Scattered on the scorched earth were fragments of various Law Treasure; the White Bone Banner shattered into bone dust, and the broken giant skull shield was cracked into several pieces.

The ground was covered with dried blood, and not a single intact body could be found.

All twenty-three brothers were blasted into dust by the violent force, leaving only some tattered pieces of clothing stuck to the soil.

"Seventh Brother... Twelfth Brother... Thirty-Fifth Brother..."

A leader at the Early True Lord Stage knelt beside the rubble pit, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed a handful of black soil mixed with blood and flesh.

My brother!

A mournful howl echoed across the wasteland.

The remaining Ghost Cultivators all had bloodshot eyes, and their bodies were filled with Yin Baleful Qi.

"Who did this?!"

"Seventh Brother and the others worked together to set up the Ten Thousand Ghost Array. Even Early Heavenly Monarch Stage would be trapped for half a day. How could they possibly have been wiped out?!"

Yin Wujiu squatted down and gently touched the edge of the soil with his pale finger.

A faint wisp of Chaos Sword Intent burrowed into his meridians through his fingertips, instantly severing a section of his protective Yin Qi.

Yin Wujiu grunted, flung his fingers away, and his expression became even more serious.

"Boss, it wasn't the Heavenly Monarch who made the move."

"The lingering aura contained no intertwining of the Heaven and Earth Laws, only the purest and most domineering Sword Intent and the divine power of the Immortal Artifact."

"The opponent possessed more than one Immortal Artifact, and their Swordsmanship was extremely terrifying. Seventh Brother and the others were crushed head-on."

Youming Kuang stood in the center of the ruins, his vertical eye on his forehead opening again.

A crimson light swept across the void, capturing the trail of the lingering light in the air.

The cyan Sword-Ray traveled northwards, piercing straight into the depths of the Black Wind Plains.

"It won't go far."

Youming Kuang suppressed the red light in his vertical eyes, his tone revealing overwhelming killing intent.

"That kid killed someone and took the Token; he must be trying to use the Black Wind Plains to get to the Nine Nether Ghost Domain."

"His True Essence has been greatly depleted; he must be somewhere resting and recuperating right now."

"Chase after him! I will personally tear his body to shreds and extract his Primordial Spirit to refine it into the main soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

With a stomp of his foot, Youming Kuang unleashed a black storm, leading his army of Ghost Cultivators along the trajectory of the Sword Qi.

Deep within the Black Wind Plains, the chilling wind blows like knives.

We were now close to the outer edge of the Nine Nether Ghost Domain. The dark clouds in the sky hung extremely low, as if you could reach out and touch the thick, gray fog.

The land was covered with huge, crisscrossing rifts, from which the Yin Baleful Qi of the Earth Veins surged forth, transforming into black columns of energy.

Chen Changqing sat cross-legged on a bare, black Stone Mountain.

Inside his body, the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art was slowly circulating under the system's automatic operation, and the heat flow deep within his bones was constantly washing over his limbs and bones.

After consuming ten million AFK Points, the Cultivation Method path of the Sixth Turn has been completely straightened out.

Every inch of its flesh and blood trembled slightly, absorbing the Spiritual Qi scattered between heaven and earth, transforming towards the strength of Quasi-Immortal Artifact.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Twelve Primordial Spirits floated silently, nine crimson gold and three stars, radiating peaceful and serene fluctuations.

Suddenly, Chen Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

On the southern horizon, a vast expanse of pitch-black clouds was rapidly churning towards them.

From within the dark clouds, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be heard incessantly.

The overwhelming pressure of True Lord and the aura of Half-Step Heavenly Monarch merged into one, and at the very center, an even more powerful aura of Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage, as heavy as a mountain, swept across all directions.

"They arrived quite quickly."