Nether Abyss Emperor, Ming Jue!

Lightless Dead Realm, where the sky collapses and the earth caves in.

Deep within the Polar Night Sacred Abyss, that overwhelming aura of the Extreme Realm, powerful enough to crush eternity, vanished with a deafening roar as the Night Beast Emperor perished.

The physical entity of the Lightless Dao Fruit was forcibly stripped away, leaving the core Dao source of the entire Death Realm incomplete.

At this moment, the Principle of heaven and earth experienced their most thorough backlash and collapse.

Above the sky, the thick, inky clouds that had remained unchanged for millennia were violently cracking.

Hundreds of millions of blinding scarlet cracks, like the weeping eyes of the heavens, poured down from the void rifts, then transformed into a bloody storm that drenched the black crystal land for hundreds of billions of miles.

The earth's veins fractured, Shan Yue collapsed.

Countless streams of pitch-black, Nether Rock tore through the earth's crust and shot into the sky.

Hundreds of massive cities of Night Beast, scattered across the eight directions of the Death Realm and ruling over a vast territory, trembled violently at the same moment.

The Black Eyes of the City Guardian, suspended atop the city walls and connected by countless Dao of Darkness passages and formations, all emitted a cracking sound as they succumbed to the immense pressure.

Then, to the delight of everyone watching, it exploded into a shower of dust.

"Roar--!!"

"My Emperor... my Emperor has fallen!"

Inside and outside the city walls, and deep within the wilderness, billions of Night Beast collapsed to the ground.

Black blood streamed from their eyes, and they emitted extremely mournful cries from their throats.

It was a throbbing sensation deep within one's bloodline, a sorrowful lament of a fallen realm lord and the severing of the Great Dao.

The entire Lightless Dead Realm, descended into boundless chaos.

In the far north of the Death Realm, Netherworld Bone Sea.

Within the vast sea of bones spanning millions of miles, the remains of powerful beings who perished throughout the long river of time are piled up, a stark white expanse that exudes a chilling aura.

At the very center of the Sea of Bones stands a bottomless, imposing abyss of demons.

At the bottom of the Demon Abyss, where the sun never shines, even the Lightless Dao aura of darkness becomes as viscous as iron, and the Dao of Darkness are extremely prosperous.

Suddenly, a pair of enormous, blood-red eyes opened wide in the depths of the Demon Abyss!

Boom!

The Principle the Dao of Darkness passages within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles froze in that instant.

A humanoid Night Beast, towering ten thousand feet tall and possessing eight thick arms, slowly rose from the skeletal throne at the bottom of the abyss.

His entire body was covered in ancient, Dark Gold scales, each scale imprinted with twisted, innate dark patterns.

Eight gigantic hands each gripped a broken, heavily forged weapon from top-grade black mystic crystal: a blood-dripping halberd, a rusty bronze hammer, and chains radiating resentment...

As he stood up, five extremely refined, almost materialized black halos of immortal Immortal Foundation light slowly emerged and intertwined behind him.

Five Foundations of Spirit Transformation, Extreme Realm!

This fiend is named Ming Jue, and is the most senior and second only to the Night Beast Emperor among the emperors in the Lightless Dead Realm.

He is revered by the Night Beast clan as: Nether Abyss Emperor!

He lay dormant in the sea of bones for tens of thousands of years, accumulating his strength in an attempt to break through to the sixth foundation and covet the Lightless Dao Fruit.

However, at this moment, he looked up at the shattered sky, and his scarlet eyes spewed out a furious rage that could burn the heavens and destroy the earth.

"That old good-for-nothing!"

Ming Jue eight arms reaching for the sky, Mingjue roared like thunder, "Having held a position of power for countless years, my source of Dao has been stolen!"

Damn it!

"I should have seized the position back then and refined it. If I had done so earlier, I would surely have forged the Six Foundations and completely merged with the Dao to ascend to the highest level."

"How hateful! This old good-for-nothing actually lost our clan's heirloom! What a waste! How could our ancestors have created such a useless thing!"

"It's probably some kind of filthy excrement that our ancestors expelled while detoxifying!"

The rage instantly turned the surrounding bones into sand.

With Ming Jue emerged from the abyss, his ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma form supporting the heavens and earth.

He opened his abyssal maw, and a violent Daoist voice, mixed with the pressure of the Extreme Realm, spread throughout the entire Death Realm in an instant, following the chaotic Principle.

"I am Ming Jue! The Nether Abyss Emperor!"

"The Source of Dao has been stolen, Lightless Realm is on the verge of collapse! How long will you continue to live in this daze?!"

"All Night Beast, heed my command! From this moment forth, seal off all parts of heaven and earth, and slaughter all extraterrestrial thunder demons within this realm!"

"At all costs, reclaim our clan's inherited treasures and utterly crush those Outer Dao demons to dust!"

The sound waves transformed into a tangible black storm, sweeping across thousands of miles.

In all directions of the Death Realm, countless Night Beast, immersed in grief, suddenly raised their heads; in their myriad crimson eyes, slaughter and madness completely replaced reason.

"Kill!"

Slaughter all the Thunder Demons!

The army of billions of Night Beast, like locusts awakening to destroy the world, swarmed out.

One by one, the kings of the Spirit Transformation Night Beast, who usually lurked in the deep abyss, also appeared in the world and broke out of their seclusion.

Witnessing a monstrous black tide, it charged towards the extraterrestrial demons that had intruded into the realm.

At this moment, the entire realm seemed to have become a grinding wheel of flesh and blood!

Chaos has broken out; the world is in utter chaos.

The entire Lightless Dead Realm descended into an unprecedented and brutal battle.

More than a thousand lightning cultivators from various races entered this place. They originally roamed in groups of three or five, hunting lone Night Beast and collecting Dark Beast Heart Core on the outskirts of the realm.

They planned to use these Nascent Soul Cores to exchange for the Thunder Pool fortuitous opportunity of the Profound Lightning Imperial Clan.

However, at this moment, the tide of battle turned instantly.

Black Weeping Wasteland.

The gale was like a knife, tearing through the void.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul Thunder Cultivators from all corners of the Nine Realms stood back to back, forming a massive Thunder Array, desperately resisting the black tide surging in from all directions.

The beast tide was boundless and endless, blotting out the sky and the sun.

After discovering each other, there was no possibility of probing or negotiation; only the purest and most frenzied battle.

One after another, the mutated Night Beast at the Golden Core Realm and Nascent Soul Realm fearlessly crashed into the lightning barrier surrounding the formation.

Lightning exploded, severed limbs flew everywhere, and charred black blood splattered across the sky.

"Hold on! Don't let the formation break!"

A Human Race at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage roared hoarsely, his eyes cracking, his Law Power already exhausted to the limit.

However, there were simply too many Night Beast; they were impossible to kill or eradicate completely.

In the void, a four-armed Night Beast at the Early Spirit Transformation quietly appeared, wielding a bone blade that unleashed a thousand-foot-long black light, striking the weakest point of the lightning barrier.

Click.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, like the death knell.

The thunder array shattered with a deafening roar.

"No--!"

The desperate screams had barely begun when they were completely swallowed up by the surging, endless black tide.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul Cultivator didn't even have a chance to self-destruct their Nascent Soul. Their flesh and blood were instantly corroded and dissolved by the Dao of Darkness Principle, and their bones turned to ashes, becoming nourishment for this Death Realm.