I've spread the Heaven and Earth realms throughout the God-Slaying World.

"Polar night?"

Lynn became more cautious, and now whenever he hears anything related to "night," he can't help but think of Mumuen.

However, reality dealt Lynn a harsh blow.

The polar night is simply the polar night.

That is, while the Earth revolves around the Sun in an elliptical orbit, it also rotates around its own tilted axis.

As the Earth rotates, its axis tilts at an angle of approximately 23.5° to its vertical. This causes one of the poles to face away from the sun for a period of time during the Earth's revolution around the sun, resulting in polar night.

And right now, Aurora City is at the beginning of the polar night.

As time went by, Lynn got so bored that he started counting sheep.

But the next moment, it was as if an invisible, dark giant hand was quietly reaching out towards the city.

The signs of the polar night appeared like ghosts, the sky seemed to be slowly stained with a thick layer of ink, and the light flickered like a candle in the wind, until the last glimmer of light was mercilessly swallowed up.

The wind was cold and strange.

It seemed to emerge from an endless void rift, carrying a putrid and stale stench.

It weaves through the ancient and dilapidated streets, emitting a chilling howl, as if it were the mournful lament of the dead.

The Inuit people gazed at the sky with fervor.

A full moon slowly rose, pale and enormous.

Like an empty eye, it coldly overlooks this Arctic land that is about to fall into the polar night.

It casts a cold, piercing light, but it cannot dispel the ever-present darkness; instead, it makes every shadow appear even more sinister and terrifying.

Under the moonlight, the buildings of Aurora City resembled sleeping giants, silent and mysterious, exuding an oppressive atmosphere.

Just then, the aurora borealis, like a demonic scroll, slowly unfolded on the horizon.

The dazzling yet eerie lights intertwined and twisted, as if signaled by some indescribable entity deep within the universe, luring people toward the abyss of destruction.

rustling...

Lynn turned around when she heard the noise.

The giant tree of flesh and blood resembled a terrifying monster crawling out of the depths of hell.

The thick, twisted branches resembled wriggling tentacles, covered with dark red veins that seemed to flow with evil blood.

The flesh and leaves rustled.

Like the whispers of a demon, each leaf is like a menacing eye, peering into everything in the world.

The moment the polar night descended, the giant tree burst forth with a blinding, eerie red light, a light that seemed to be extracted from the fires of hell, staining everything around it with a bloody hue.

The ripples in the space inside the tree hole continued to spread, like a vortex leading to an endless abyss of terror.

From those ripples, strange, maddening sounds faintly emanated, as if countless ancient and evil beings were present.

It's roaring, it's whispering.

The giant tree of flesh and blood trembled slightly, as if welcoming the evil power brought by the polar night.

Its massive body exuded a nauseating stench of blood, resembling a giant altar of flesh and blood, ready to sacrifice the entire Aurora City at any moment.

The patterns on the tree trunk resemble distorted faces, struggling in agony, as if telling endless grievances.

The air around the giant tree seemed to be distorted, and a strange energy field enveloped the surroundings.

"Children, come inside."

The priest trembled, a mixture of extreme excitement and longing.

"May you always be by the side of the gods."

"Praise be to the Creator, Akuluyusi!!"

The eighth brother's face also showed joy, and he couldn't wait to pull Lynn up and run towards the space.

"Sixth Brother, what are we waiting for? We want to be the first to see the Creator!"

"Oh oh oh."

Lynn glanced in the direction of the memorial and saw that they were all being pulled toward the spatial passage.

That's fucking insane!

The polar night descends, and the day rises.

To be honest, this looks a lot like something out of a fantasy novel, where a cultivator from the lower realm ascends to immortality.

Hopefully, no one is blocking the spring.

With a solemn expression, Lao Ba held Lynn and the others' hands tightly and strode resolutely toward the mysterious giant tree of flesh and blood.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the ripples of the void, as if swallowed by an invisible force.

Everyone felt a sudden jolt, followed by a dizzying spin.

After an unknown amount of time, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

What unfolded before them was a world completely beyond their imagination.

The world was shrouded in a thick crimson hue, like a heavy curtain that made it almost impossible to breathe.

"This is……?"

This is the legendary Inuit kingdom.

Uh... this is completely different from the sacred place I imagined. There is only an endless blood-red ocean, surging and emitting a nauseating fishy smell.

The shattered land was scattered and fragmented, as if it had been wantonly ravaged by a tremendous force.

The towering buildings in the distance were eerily silent, like silent giants.

"Eighth Brother, we've come to the wrong theater..."

Before Lynn could finish speaking, Lao Ba next to him started howling like a groundhog.

"How can it be!!"

"How could Gensokyo be like this? Shouldn't it be full of sunshine, abundant food and clothing, and carefree... Hahahaha!"

Lao Ba clutched his head tightly with both hands, as if he thought everything in front of him was an illusion.

“That’s right, it’s fake! It’s all fake, this must be a test from the Creator Akuluyusi…”

The rest of the Inuit people were in a similar situation to Lao Ba, after all, they were not young people raised under the red flag.

Seeing this, it's quite normal for faith to crumble and lead to collapse.

"pull--!"

That's when.

A sound like a goat's bleating came from afar, breaking the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the dilapidated ground began to shake incessantly, as if a huge disaster was about to befall it.

"Baa—baa—"

The sound was like the bleating of a goat, yet it also carried an indescribable hoarseness and eeriness, as if it were a call from the depths of hell.

"Baa—baa—"

Each sound made one's heart clench.

The creatures' bodies resembled a huge mass, with black, whip-like tentacles growing from it.

The mass had huge mouths around it, dripping green slime, and huge hooves on its underside to stand upright.

Their body outlines resemble some kind of tree, with short, thick legs like trunks and tentacled bodies like canopies...

Lynn: 6

The story begins with a vast expanse of black goat calves covering the mountains.

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Groups of black goat calves rushed toward this place like a tidal wave.

Their figures appeared particularly ferocious against the backdrop of blood.

"Is it that time again?"

The hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears like a ghost, extremely eerie.

"The old rule: those with divine gifts are taken to the Mother Goddess's side, and the rest are thrown into the mining area."