At midnight that day, the gods of Tianhuang quietly emerged from the vast starry sky, observing the changes in the Tianhuang world from different perspectives.
The mortal world appears different to the gods. They see the whole, the energy. Or, more simply, they gaze upon the origin of the Tianhuang world, for this origin is the source of their power.
The gods of Tianhuang, who rely on the Tianhuang world, are able to claim the title of god, condense divine seals, create divine cities, and build their own divine kingdoms. This is inseparable from the Tianhuang origin, the foundation of their power. Without it, they would be pulled down from the altar. Even with the cultivation of the Martial God Realm, they would never be able to escape the mortal world.
This is the god, a strange, powerful, and incredible being.
And at this moment, the actions of some individuals are endangering the gods' altars and divine cities. If the gods do not take action, the kingdoms they have personally created will be destroyed.
This was intolerable and unacceptable to any deity.
They could ignore the wars between humans in the Tianhuang world, but not this one.
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The Moonless Peak in the wilderness was finally reduced to a pile of rubble by the combined force of lightning and ground shaking. Suddenly, the massive magic circle, originally located beneath the Moonless Peak, suddenly appeared on the ground without warning. Though the surrounding ground was ravines and devastated, the area containing the magic circle remained as quiet as before, with no sign of shaking at all.
Tianyi, the seven generals, and the leader of the Tianwu Cult all stood quietly and respectfully around the magic circle.
The center of the massive magic circle shone brilliantly, continuously spewing out balls of diversely colored light, mingled with vast streams of otherworldly energy. They immediately broke free from the tranquil area where the magic circle stood and swiftly and violently rushed off into the distance.
Soon, a blindingly bright light blazed above the magic circle, rendering it impossible to open one's eyes. The dizzying light instantly coalesced into a massive eye, immensely large, like a castle gate, and eerily opened and closed repeatedly.
A few seconds later, a figure stretched out from within the enormous eye, as if a person were walking from the source of the light.
The shadow grew closer and larger, and then, a figure emerged from the eye.
The dazzling light contrasted starkly with the endless darkness. The figure emerging from the eye seemed the savior of the world, as if all light were following his footsteps.
As the enormous eye faded, the figure faded into a clearer, more eerie image. A young man with a bewitching face, red lips, golden eyes, and white hair hovered above the magic circle.
This figure, emerging from the eye, exuded an immense eeriness.
"Tianyi of the Scarlet Moon Land, respectfully welcomes His Majesty Wuji."
Seeing the incredibly bewitching white-haired young man, Tianyi was the first to bow.
Wuji waved his hand, motioning Tianyi to step aside. Then, he slowly descended to the ground, closed his eyes, and raised his head slightly, like someone who had just emerged from a tunnel, taking in the fresh air.
He did nothing, simply standing there, not even opening his eyes, and this continued uninterrupted.
After a long moment, he finally opened his eyes, glanced at Tianyi and the others, and said, "Although this is for my Dark Side cause, I won't do much. After all, I haven't been back to the Dark Side for thousands of years, and it's becoming increasingly distant from me..."
At Wuji's words, Tianyi's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said, "Your Excellency Wuji, this war concerns the future of the entire Dark Side. I beg for your assistance."
"Hmm?"
Wuji turned to look at Tianyi, then smiled. "That's true. Well, as we're both Dark Side members, I'll take good care of things. But if you manage to return, please tell the Eternal King that I, Wuji, will return to him one day."
Tianyi lowered his head and fell silent. Wuji had a deep grudge against the Changsheng King of the Eternal Moon Land. His speaking out at this moment wasn't just to express his vendetta against the Changsheng King, but more to convey his unwillingness to interfere in the affairs of the Dark Side. Perhaps it was to suggest that the Dark Side had wronged him in the past, and he no longer felt obligated to fight for them.
In any case, Wuji's attitude clearly showed little interest in this war, which shaped the entire future of the Dark Side.
"Haha, you guys stay put. I'm going for a walk."
Seeing Tianyi's intention to speak no more, Wuji chuckled softly and vanished in a flash.
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief after Wuji's departure. Wuji was powerful and possessed an unbridled temper. Any word could displease him, and he would simply eliminate the speaker.
Precisely because he knew Wuji's temperament, Tianyi chose not to speak. In Wuji's presence, saying the wrong thing was often far more terrifying than not saying anything at all.
After a long silence, Tianyi finally spoke, "Everyone, prepare yourselves. Perhaps Your Majesty Wuji won't be the only one descending."
Throughout history, the Dark Side has had its share of powerful beings like Wuji, but only four can now accurately sense the presence and reach it through the temporary passageway. And there's also the possibility that someone received the message but ignored it.
At this moment, a figure flashed across the ground a thousand miles away from the formation. A white-robed Wuji suddenly appeared.
After appearing, Wuji casually walked a short distance before bending down. His right hand suddenly extended, his five fingers slightly spread into a claw shape. Then, his arm suddenly sank downward, his steel-like fingers sinking deeply into the ground.
As his fingers sunk into the earth, a strange and immense force instantly infused it. The ground around him began to tremble violently, and cracks appeared one after another. Soon, no intact surface larger than a meter in radius remained, completely filled with gullies of varying sizes.
Then, Wuji slowly rose and drew his right arm back. Judging by the speed and trajectory of his arm, it was as if he were grasping something immensely heavy—slow, even trembling.
Suddenly, Wuji shouted loudly, and with a swift thrust of his right arm, he grasped a several-foot-long stream of ochre-colored air. This stream was eerie, like a snake or a dragon. As it was pulled from the ground, it twisted wildly, vivid and lifelike, like a living thing.
Seizing the ochre-colored stream, Wuji smiled. He clenched his right hand, allowing it to twist wildly. Instantly, a ball of multicolored light formed from the palm of his left hand and pressed it toward the ochre-colored stream.
At the same time, the surrounding air seemed to stagnate, and the ochre-colored stream's movement slowed to an unusually slow pace. Wuji placed his left hand on it, and after a few frantic twists, the stream began to lose power.
"Haha, a strand of Tianhuang's origin seems quite powerful..."