Sludge suction system

In the far north, howling winds whipped up blizzards, roaring like a thousand ferocious beasts. On this snow-covered land, the Snow Spirit Clan's settlement stood like an isolated island amidst the vast snowfields. On the night of the alignment of the seven stars, the entire night sky was illuminated by the straight line formed by the seven stars, their brilliance spilling onto the altar, shrouding this ceremony—a ceremony that would determine the Snow Spirit Clan's survival—in a veil of mystery and eeriness.

The altar was constructed from massive blocks of ice, each block imbued with the power of the Snow Spirit Clan's ancestors. The guardian gem atop the altar, which had originally emitted a soft blue light, now flickered violently under the influence of the alignment of the seven stars, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. The Snow Spirit Clan members, clad in white priestly robes and wielding ice blades, stood solemnly around the altar, their faces etched with tension and anticipation.

"The time has come!" Clad in black robes, like a shadow in the night sky, Zilang stood before the altar, holding the Starry Glazed Lamp in his hands, and shouted loudly. As his voice fell, he slowly raised the glazed lamp above his head. In an instant, the glazed lamp absorbed the light of the seven stars aligned, becoming completely translucent, its light growing increasingly dazzling, blinding anyone who looked at it. At the same time, Zilang secretly cast a spell, quietly releasing the demonic aura he had previously injected into the altar. This aura, like an invisible venomous snake, snaked and crawled around the altar, instantly melting the ice and snow wherever it went, leaving black cracks in the ground.

"What's going on? This aura..." The Snow Spirit Clan elder noticed something amiss, his brows furrowed, and his voice carried a hint of unease.

Zilang's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and said, "Elder, there's no need to worry. This is a power fluctuation caused by the resonance between the glass lamp and the altar. It's a normal phenomenon." The elder was skeptical, his eyes fixed on the altar, but he didn't notice the sinister smile that flashed in Zilang's eyes.

At the base of the altar, ancient runes began to flicker, and the ice blocks rubbed against each other, emitting a low rumble, as if an ancient behemoth was awakening. Zilang chanted incantations, guiding the power of the glass lamp to resonate with the altar. As the altar trembled more violently, the aura of the Netherworld surged wildly from the depths of the earth, filling the air with a stench that was nauseating.

Suddenly, the glass lamp flashed, breaking free from Zilang's control and hovering above the altar. Its originally pure light turned an eerie dark red, completely controlled by the aura of the demonic spirit.

"Oh no! The Glazed Lamp has been corrupted by evil power!" the elder cried out in terror, trying to rush forward to retrieve it. However, it was too late. The Glazed Lamp released a dark red light, like a surging tide, instantly engulfing the entire altar. The light, controlled by the aura of the evil demon, pierced towards the Snow Spirit Clan like countless sharp steel needles.

The Snow Spirit warriors attempted to resist, drawing their weapons. But their resistance was futile against this powerful evil force. Wherever the light touched, the tribesmen screamed in agony as their bodies were corroded by the evil power, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating into the air. The elder, with all his might, mustered his last strength to try and stop the Glazed Lamp. But a dark red light struck him, and the elder coughed up blood, collapsing heavily to the ground.

Just then, cracks appeared in the seal on the altar, and the gates to the Netherworld slowly opened. Demons poured out, letting out shrill howls, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced towards the Snow Spirit Clan's settlement. Zilang stood to the side, watching the carnage unfold before him, a triumphant smile on his face. "Snow Spirit Clan, your blood will open the gates to the mortal realm for Lord Fiend!"

As the last member of the Snow Spirit Clan fell, the seal on the altar completely loosened, and the power of the Netherworld poured out like a raging flood. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed drastically, black clouds devoured the entire starry sky, and red flames ignited.

Meanwhile, on the night of the alignment of the seven stars, a straight line formed by the seven stars emitted a mysterious light, enveloping the entire far north. Outside the cave sealing the evil demon, ancient runes began to flicker violently. The originally stable sealing power, under the impact of the star power, rapidly weakened like a sheet of paper ravaged by a gale.

The demon was trapped in the center of the cage, surrounded by black demonic energy, like boiling black magma. It slowly opened its blood-red eyes, revealing endless greed and savagery. As the sealing power weakened, it sensed an anomaly from the Netherworld—the gate that had been sealed by the Snow Spirit Clan for generations had been opened.

"Hahahaha!" The Demon Lord let out a wild laugh, its voice like rolling thunder echoing through the valley, causing surrounding boulders to tumble down. "Finally, this day has finally come! Those fools of the Snow Spirit Clan actually helped me break the seal on the Netherworld!"

It struggled fiercely, the chains binding it clanging loudly. Although the seal still retained some power, restricting its movements, the demon felt an unprecedented sense of freedom. "Little Wolf, well done! Once I break through this final seal, I will plunge this world into endless darkness!"

As time passed, the power of the seven stars aligned grew stronger, and the demonic energy on the demon became increasingly intense. It opened its blood-red maw, frantically absorbing the surrounding wandering dark energy. With each breath, the sealed runes flickered even weaker.

"Soon, I will regain my freedom! At that time, the Snow Spirit Clan, Lord Linghuan, and the entire world will tremble at my feet!" The Demon Lord's laughter was filled with a desire to rule the world, as if he could already see the moment when he would dominate the three realms.

At the entrance to the Netherworld, thick, inky black mist churned, emitting chilling shrieks. Zilang stood at the edge of this dark vortex, his black robes billowing in the fierce wind. His eyes gleamed with greed and excitement as he stared intently at the evil spirits swarming forth from the Netherworld. These evil spirits took on various forms; some bared their fangs and claws, others howled mournfully. Wherever they went, ice and snow melted instantly, leaving behind trails of charred remains.

"Haha, finally succeeded!" Zilang laughed loudly, his laughter echoing at the entrance to the ghost realm, intertwining with the howls of evil spirits to form an eerie melody. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement and stepped into the Netherworld.

The moment he stepped into the Ghost Realm, a stench of decay and stench assaulted his senses, making him want to vomit. Looking around, the entire Ghost Realm was shrouded in thick black smoke, and a gigantic blood-red moon floated in the sky, emitting an eerie light. On the ground, steaming lava flowed, and from within the lava, ghostly faces writhed in agony.

Relying on his connection with the Demon King, Zilang traversed the Ghost Realm. Along the way, evil spirits sensed the powerful dark energy emanating from him and gave way. After traveling for an unknown period, he arrived before a palace built of massive black stones. The palace doors were tightly shut, their surfaces carved with grotesque ghost faces, as if proclaiming the terror within.

Zilang raised his hand and waved, sending a beam of black light towards the gate, which slowly opened. The palace interior was dark and gloomy, with skulls emitting an eerie glow embedded in the walls. In the center of the palace, a faintly glowing orb floated in the air—the very soul of Lord Lingshan.

"Finally found you!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zilang's eyes as he strode towards the ball of light. His hands moved rapidly in the air, forming hand seals and chanting incantations, while black mist around him surged and billowed like a raging tide. As the mist grew thicker, Zilang gradually gained control of Lingshan Jun's soul.

"Now, accept the power of Lord Fiend!" Zilang roared, channeling the power of the Fiend into Lord Lingshan's soul. In an instant, the ball of light trembled violently, its originally gentle glow turning an eerie dark red. Lord Lingshan's soul let out a painful roar, the sound echoing throughout the palace.

As the light gradually subsided, Ling Shan Jun's soul slowly opened its eyes, which gleamed with the same greed and evil as Zi Lang's. "Very well, from now on, you are the blade in my hand, helping me rule this world!" Zi Lang smiled with satisfaction, leading the manipulated soul of Ling Shan Jun towards the exit of the Ghost Realm. A far greater conspiracy was about to unfold in the mortal world…