The lights of countless homes spread out below, buildings like pieces on a chessboard. A heavy curtain of night shrouded the land, with only scattered lights flickering in the distance.
Shrill whistles tore through the night as specially made firework shells streaked across the ink-black sky one after another.
Deafening explosions erupted in succession. In an instant, the pitch-black sky, devoid of stars and moon, was flooded with blazing light, bright as day.
The fireworks unfurled in layers high overhead. Surging waves of light formed the outer layer, murky dark-purple and gray-black radiance flowed through the middle, and a golden-red core of flame slowly rotated at the center.
Countless tiny particles of light scattered outward like a sky full of stardust, hanging in midair for several breaths before slowly drifting down.
"What's that noise? Where was the explosion?"
A man studying derivatives pushed open his window and shouted downstairs.
"How about looking up at the sky!"
"What the fuck, what rich guy's throwing money around like this? Wait... isn't that the Blacksmith Association over there?"
"Look, big brother, such beautiful fireworks! Is someone confessing their love?"
The girl grabbed the arm of the person beside her, her eyes full of light.
"Uh... this doesn't really look like a love confession. Hmm... could it be a terrorist attack?"
"You've been playing too much Triangle Basket! If you don't want to confess, just say so!"
Hidden in the void, the Ghost Emperor watched the fireworks overhead form a gigantic, pitch-black demonic lotus with layers upon layers of petals flowing with sinister dark-purple radiance.
"Drawing everyone's attention this way before delivering a nuclear strike of despair? This lotus suits our cult quite well, too. How thoughtful."
The Ghost Emperor was very pleased. Under his leadership, the intelligence of the Holy Spirit Cult's members had improved.
A shuttle-shaped object flowing with faint silver-blue light appeared above Tang Qingye's palm.
Beside him, Na Nali's long eyelashes trembled slightly. His figure was reflected in her dark-red eyes, her gaze dazed and filled with reverence for the strong. Even her breathing unconsciously grew lighter.
I want to see...
I want...
I want to do it...
Fine spatial patterns covered the Shuttle's surface. As Soul Power poured into it, its body trembled slightly, and a spatial rift slowly opened before it, revealing a long, thick cannon shell gleaming with a powerful metallic luster.
Its warhead took the shape of a sharp, curved, venomous fang, its tip wreathed in eerie dark-purple light. Below it was a thick cylindrical body, its casing engraved with densely packed, overlapping Soul Guidance Array patterns flowing with dim, shifting halos.
A Level Nine Soul Cannon Shell-Silver Fang.
Through the layers of space, Tang Qingye seemed to see a skeletal phantom.
The patterns on the Seven-Colored Gourd flowed, transforming into a thin veil that wrapped the shell in layer after layer, sealing off every trace of its escaping aura.
From outside, it looked like nothing more than an insignificant wisp of air in the void. Even divine sense sweeping over it would have difficulty distinguishing it.
"Shoot him dead, Divine Spear."
The next instant, blazing propulsion flames erupted from its tail. A piercing shriek tore through the air as the shell became a streak of seven-colored light, hurtling into the distance.
The Ghost Emperor was puzzled. Hadn't these fireworks been going on a little too long? What were those guys doing?
Suddenly, an intense sense of danger erupted across his skin like needle pricks!
His body instantly tensed, every muscle entering a state of combat readiness.
His spiritual sense screamed warnings. In his perception, an absurdly powerful aura was closing in at tremendous speed.
Nope, it's already here.
Here comes the Little Flying Stick!
What the hell is this!
Pieces of dark-green Battle Armor suddenly burst from his body, covering him rapidly like flowing liquid metal.
Because it had happened so abruptly, the Battle Armor failed to fully form in time. Many areas were still nothing more than half-ethereal membranes of light.
Boom!
The entire space seemed to be torn to pieces in an instant, the air evaporating at once.
Incomparably brilliant light erupted, and savage destructive power swept madly in every direction. All matter was shredded and dissolved beneath that raging force.
The terrifying shock wave slammed into the Battle Armor's protective barrier, setting off a succession of teeth-grating metallic screeches.
The defensive domain outside his body was forcibly compressed inward, layer after layer of luminous patterns trembling and flickering.
The tremendous force transmitted through his Battle Armor. Even with his Quasi-God cultivation, he felt a sweet taste in his throat as blood surged upward. He involuntarily staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself.
"You're courting death!"
The Ghost Emperor roared. He opened his mouth and spat out a streak of green light, which rapidly expanded into an enormous skull over fifty meters in diameter in almost the blink of an eye.
Every rune on the Gourd lit up. Vast spatial power swept outward, transforming into a huge field of light that enclosed the Ghost Emperor tightly.
"What the hell? Fucking hell!"
The Ghost Emperor roared. He was truly furious!
The skulls filling the sky struggled against the strange force. The surrounding scenery rapidly twisted, and the world before the Ghost Emperor's eyes swiftly faded and blurred.
The void trembled slightly, and a small, independently opened space took shape.
Even a cornered beast would fight!
Big Baby was the referee, and Second Baby handled hawk-eye monitoring.
Fighting for our side was-superhero Blue Silver Kid.
"You... you..."
Looking at the figure before him, the Ghost Emperor felt helplessness wash over his entire body. He briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a cold smile, caught between laughter and tears, had appeared on his lips.
Tang Wulin was bundled in a pale-yellow Milk Dragon costume onesie, his figure round and squat, half his little face showing beneath the oversized plush hood.
The Ghost Emperor had seen his fill of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and evil souls that blotted out the sky. Suddenly facing this tiny figure, he inexplicably felt a trace of absurd bewilderment.
Off the field, Tang Qingye's body had already vanished. What remained was a gigantic Gourd flashing with seven-colored light.
This was Ning Rongrong's upgraded plus version-Seven-Colored Divine Light Protection!
Layer upon layer of seven-colored Heaven-Slaying Divine Light flowed from the Gourd, forming a thick membrane of light that enveloped Tang Wulin securely.
At that very moment, a brand deep within the Ghost Emperor's soul suddenly grew hot. A burning sensation spread outward from the mark and entered his mind.
The smile had yet to fully fade from his face when all warmth abruptly vanished from his eyes. His features twisted slightly, and a low, uncanny laugh rolled from his throat, filled with viciousness.
"Jiejiejie, I truly am favored by the Plane Spirit. I came out to blow up an association, and I even ran into the person my lord is looking for."
"Ahahaha, little fellow, you certainly made me search hard for you before. Why didn't you stay put in Aolai City instead of wandering around outside!"
Tang Qingye: This savage has gone mad.
You're favored by the Plane Spirit?
Tang Wulin's little face turned serious, and he enunciated each word. "I'm not scared of you, you big dumbass."
"You little brat! I don't care who's behind you. You'll have no choice but to obediently become nourishment on my path to godhood, jiejie."
The Ghost Emperor opened his mouth, spraying a great swath of green flames toward Tang Wulin.
The green flames collided with the divine light, producing repeated sizzling sounds of dissolution. The two forces tore at and canceled each other out, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil, eroding each other and vanishing bit by bit.
Under Tang Qingye's control, a terrifying pressure surged toward Tang Wulin's sea of consciousness. Before long, his normally clear eyes lost their liveliness, becoming veiled in detached indifference. As his blood essence surged, flush after flush spread across his tender little face.
The blood essence throughout his body roared and shook like a tide of dragons. At the center of his brow, a radiant Golden Trident divine mark slowly emerged from the depths of his Divine Soul.
In an instant, vast divine might originating from the Sea God's essence swept thunderously through the entire space.
"Wretched beast, by attacking my son, you have already chosen the way of death!!"
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