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

Summer,

Cangnan City, Heping Office.

"Ding-ding—!!"

"welcome."

A crisp and pleasant electronic sound rang out.

Mumuen straightened his black top hat slightly, then gently pushed open the glass door.

"I'm sorry, the firm is closed today..." Wu Xiangnan was about to say something when his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw who had entered.

This person has no shame!

No, it should be that her face was covered by a thin veil, and only her general outline could be seen.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Wu Xiangnan put on a smiling face. Although he didn't know who she was, he was glad that she meant him no harm, otherwise he would have died as soon as he started talking.

"Deputy Captain Wu, what's wrong? Hongying just lay down not long ago, and Qiye... Qiye has only just stabilized."

Wen Qimo: !!!

"Who...who is she?"

"Why are you looking at me? I don't know either," Wu Xiangnan said, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Cough cough."

Mumuen cleared her throat. "Excuse me, I'm here to pick up something."

"thing!?"

The two fell silent, and things seemed to be getting worse.

"We..." Wu Xiangnan tried to stall for time, but found that her throat was blocked by some song and she couldn't make a sound.

What is that?!

Wen Qimo was also forcibly controlled.

"Let me see...where is it? Ah, I found it."

Mumuen made a thinking gesture, then pointed in a certain direction. The next moment, a raven suddenly flew in from a distance and quickly snatched the ancient parchment scroll out.

"Bye-bye, no need to see me off!"

Under the watchful eyes of Wu and Wen, Mumuen pushed open the glass door again and walked away into the distance.

Doorway.

"My Lord~~~"

The snake woman had been waiting for a long time; she was like an abandoned puppy finally seeing its owner again.

"My Lord, you don't know how I feel without you...blah blah blah..."

(Omitted thousands of words of bizarre remarks)

"roll."

"okay!"

The snake woman answered cheerfully, then quickly curled her soft body into a ball and rolled forward.

It was as if it were an instinctive reaction.

As she rolled, she left a deep mark on the ground.

"They're quite... obedient." (Black face)

Mumuen sighed softly, her figure gradually blurring as if merging into the surrounding darkness.

Then they began to split into countless dark ravens, which spread their wings and flew into the night.

Cangnan City, South Gate.

"Before dawn arrives, this place is a kingdom of eternal night!"

then,

The endless night descended silently, like a giant, dark hand.

The extreme black was as thick as ink, seemingly capable of swallowing everything within it... The profound darkness spread rapidly like a surging tide, tightly enveloping the entire city, covering it completely without leaving a single gap.

It was as if the city had been completely sealed by darkness.

On the battlefield where the battle had just ended, all was silent, filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Only the Night's Watch's support department remained to recover the bodies of Indra and others.

"stand up."

As the Eternal Night Witch's cold voice gently rang out, it was as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake, and the air seemed to freeze.

The enormous, mountain-like corpse of the Kraken and the powerful body of Gam, the hound of the underworld, lay sprawled on the ground, casting long, dark shadows.

At first, the shadows trembled slightly, like ripples on a lake surface touched by a gentle breeze.

Then the trembling became more and more intense, and the edges of the shadows began to blur, as if an invisible force was pulling them.

slowly,

A faint gap appeared between the shadow and the corpse, like two magnets that were attracted to each other but forcibly separated by an external force.

As time went by, the gap gradually widened, and the shadow began to slowly rise, as if breaking free from the constraints of gravity.

During this process, the shape of the shadows also changes constantly; they twist and stretch, as if undergoing a painful transformation.

Strange patterns began to appear on the surface of the shadow, like mysterious runes, emitting an eerie glow.

“Ho ho ho—!”

"Moo moo—!"

When the shadows completely detach from the corpse, they are reborn.

The originally blurry outline became clearer, and the color deepened from pure black.

The two colossal shadows swayed slightly, as if adapting to this new state. Their movements revealed a nimbleness and cunning, a stark contrast to their previous dullness when clinging to the corpse.

The shadows seemed to have their own consciousness, and slowly moved toward the direction of the Eternal Night Witch.

They humbly lowered their heads, their throats constantly bobbing as if some strange force was transforming them.

"Praise...Praise my Lord."

Munuen nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand casually, "What a pity about Indra. He was a powerful force of the main god. If we hadn't arrived so late, His laws would have already reached their destination... Sending Him into eternal night would only result in a puppet that cannot use His laws. How boring."

"Well, we can't waste the rest of the corpses."

Mumuen gazed at the giants of frost scattered across the land, stretched out his right hand, and a small cloth bag appeared as if by magic.

“Michael, since you’re unwilling to give this city another miracle, then I’ll do it myself!”

"Destruction and miracles, ha... I am the emperor who rules over death!"

She gently opened the storage bag, and a torrent of golden souls poured out from within.

"Resurrect..."

Mumuen made a grabbing motion in the void and then scattered it under the night sky.

That golden torrent instantly transformed into countless golden seeds, burying themselves in the deepest darkness.

"Screw rustle..."

Then, countless mandalas bloomed on the corpse without warning, their petals layered upon each other, like emerald flames burning in the darkness.

An enduring hope.

On the other side, near the South Gate.

Upon sensing that the Soul-Gathering Bag had been opened, the Primordial Celestial Lord immediately stopped recounting the story of the Eternal Night Witch.

Then, with a gentle wave of his Taoist robe, he brought Lynn here immediately.

"This is... I see... a rare treasure born from the hybridization of black camellia flowers."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable muttered to himself.

"Although the quantity is sufficient for resurrection, the quality is not as good as pure black camellia flowers, and it can only be used as a body for ten years."

Lynn listened quietly to the mutterings of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, silently reciting them in his heart.

"Ten years, the end of everything."

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