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Chapter 612 - 614 Night Demoness
Chapter 612 - 614 Night Demoness
Chapter 612: Chapter 614 Night Demoness
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The sky began to darken.
Zhu Minglang noticed that the twilight here was slightly different from that in the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent, suffused with a mysterious purple hue. It was unclear whether this was a special halo of the land, or if the entire Tianshu God Domain was like this.
He looked up at the position of the North Dipper’s Seven Stars.
The radiant light of the Star God representing Tianshu was already shining before night had fully set in, one of the few divine stars visible during this twilight phase.
Indeed, the most powerful deities are deserving of reverence. The countless creatures on land all need to look up to them. Zhu Minglang suddenly felt a tinge of envy for this honor.
As night fell, he gradually saw thirty-two other divine stars, their luster varying, emitting different shades such as faint red, indigo, dark green, and milky white.
Indeed, there are deities above one’s head.
“Life and death are fated, wealth and honor are in the heavens. Young brother, seek blessings for yourself,” the bearded man patted Zhu Minglang’s shoulder and left.
In his eyes, Zhu Minglang was just a newbie from the mountains who knew nothing. He shared some knowledge out of goodwill and never doubted Zhu Minglang’s identity as a person from the Outer Regions.
And this bearded fellow, he seemed particularly afraid of the dark.
As the sky grew dim, his words dwindled, and from time to time he stared at the sun sinking below the horizon. The twilight sun, taking away the last streak of light with a hint of purple glow, seemed to unsettle everyone in the Wilderness Bone Temple.
People became tense, their pupils dilated, some standing guard near the Bone Temple as if facing a great enemy.
“Is there something that roams the night?” Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but ponder.
It wasn’t just the bearded fellow; everyone in the Bone Temple feared the night.
In the darkness of night, what exactly was there?
No heart-pounding roars were heard, nor was there the presence of powerful demons. It seemed as though the curtain of darkness was a suffocating shroud pulled over one’s face.
Zhu Minglang was also influenced by this atmosphere.
Mainly because everyone was trembling, and it would seem out of place not to follow suit.
There were probably around a thousand or two Cultivators in this Bone Temple, with various levels of Cultivation Base—not everyone was King Level, not everyone was in the Divine Realm…
If above King Level was the Divine Realm, then the truly formidable and invincible beings in the Tianshu God Domain were likely those thirty-three True Gods.
Zhu Minglang’s current Cultivation Base, placed in this Tianshu God Domain, also belonged to the select few. At least after using his Spiritual Sense to explore, Zhu Minglang found there were few in the Wilderness Bone Temple with a higher Cultivation Base than himself.
Of course, most of these people were likely to be unaffiliated individuals.
In the God’s people, God Clan, Divine Temple, and Divine City of the Tianshu God Domain, there were likely many with terrifying Cultivation Bases.
Zhu Minglang maintained his silence, quietly observing the night.
Overhead, the starlight of the thirty-three True Gods became even more dazzling, as if locked in their positions above without ever shifting, always overhead.
Bathed in the starlight of these True Gods, Zhu Minglang could clearly feel traces of Spiritual Energy around him, invisibly speeding up his cultivation by several times.
Here, the Spiritual Energy was even more abundant, and the starlight of the True Gods seemed to bestow special blessings.
Just as Zhu Minglang was experiencing the differences of this world, he suddenly heard a woman’s cries for help coming from outside the Bone Temple.
Zhu Minglang looked in that direction and saw a breathtakingly beautiful woman clad only in a thin garment, running desperately towards the Bone Temple, pleading pitifully.
“Help me, help me, something is chasing me… I… have no strength left…” The woman was still some distance away from the bonfire-lit area of the Bone Temple. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks clean and beautiful, and her eyes all the more captivating.
Zhu Minglang was inwardly startled. The woman’s appearance was just a notch below that of his own wives.
If this were in the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent, Zhu Minglang would definitely lend a hand, as he could never stand to see a beautiful woman suffer. But at this moment, Zhu Minglang only watched.
There were so many in the Bone Temple with decent cultivations; surely some among them would go to her aid.
Indeed, a young man in brocade was the first to leave the Bone Temple, and he moved swiftly towards the woman being pursued in the darkness, supporting her weakened form.
“Tong Shu, don’t go near her!!” At that moment, the voice of an elder was heard, his tone a stern rebuke.
The young man in brocade had no time to react when suddenly, a pair of shadowy wings sprouted from the woman’s back. She violently dragged the young man into the darkness.
The young man was a Cultivator, but the supposedly frail woman possessed an alarming strength, breaking his bones straightaway, and screams of terror immediately rang out from outside the Bone Temple!
“Giggle giggle giggle~~~~~~~”
A grating laughter followed. Whatever that woman—or creature—was, she dragged the man into the darkness and began making crunching sounds, as if she were eating a part of the man raw…
The man’s screams and cries for help kept coming, but for some reason, the firelight could not illuminate farther out. In the dark, it was hard to see distance, and even standing just outside the reach of the firelight felt like being submerged in ice water.
The chill in the darkness was no longer just a sensation; it was a tangible soaking in the night tide—tremors, fear, unease, added to the eerie reality of a person just like that being dragged off to their death in the darkness.
What was that woman?
A night-dwelling demon girl?
“In these times, anyone still getting eaten by a Night Demoness really isn’t worth pitying,” a young man wearing luxurious animal skins scoffed.
Beast Robes, apart from this scoffing young man, there were others nearby wearing similar garments. Their skins were exceptionally bright and luxurious, uniquely tailored and decorated, not only lacking the feel of primitivism but also exuding a sense of nobleness and distinction.
“Wolf God City… These people come from the divine city’s God’s people,” the bearded uncle recognized the origin of this group at a glance, then whispered to Zhu Minglang.
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The people of the Tianshu God Domain are divided into several categories.
One category is the forsaken.
They are the ones abandoned by the gods, with a status even lower than slaves, dwelling in places despised and cursed by the divine.
The second category is the common people.
Without the protection of the gods and without belonging to any divine entity, all the people of the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent are in this state, as common people.
The third category is known as God’s people.
They serve a divine being, receiving the god’s protection, and even when walking in the darkness of night, they are not disturbed by the creatures of darkness.
The fourth category is the God’s Descendants.
They are those related to the gods, the gods’ kin, or part of organizations nurtured by the gods to manage the human world.
It’s evident that having the status of God’s people already sets one apart. As the group from Que Wolf Divine City appeared, everyone in the Bone Temple unconsciously looked to them for leadership, as if their presence was needed to combat the terrifying darkness.
“Night Demoness, I am ShangZhuang of the Sparrow Wolf Star God’s people. Should you step into this Bone Temple, we shall chop you down and scatter your soul!” The youth in the beast robe declared authoritatively, displaying the attitude of a leader.
ShangZhuang’s cultivation base was high, matching those with the highest cultivation within the Bone Temple.
Considering this, the nine individuals from Black Heaven Peak must be among God’s people as well, although it is unknown to which god they belong.
Outside the Wilderness Bone Temple, an incredibly seductive figure gradually emerged from the black mist. Her lips were vividly red to the extreme, carrying a terrifying aura while also radiating a fatally alluring charm.
She approached the area faintly illuminated by the firelight, her figure hazy and indistinct. It was clear she wasn’t wearing much—if anything at all—the thin garment draped over her had been nothing but her delicate wings.
“One is not enough to satisfy my hunger. How about this, if you throw three more handsome men out of the Bone Temple, I shall leave contentedly, swearing by the Night God not to trespass again,” the Night Demoness issued her shrill laughter once more.
ShangZhuang, the God’s people, furrowed his brows.
At this moment, an elder beside the man whispered, “This Night Demoness has been cultivating for no less than eighty thousand years.”
The expression on ShangZhuang’s face became even more solemn.
“You can refuse as well, but come midnight, I will invade again, drain all your blood, and call my sisters for a warm and comforting bloodbath,” the Night Demoness continued to laugh.
“Fine, as you say,” ShangZhuang responded aloud at that moment.
He agreed just like that??
That was a Demon Girl who’d just eaten a living person!
Zhu Minglang watched the man claiming to be of God’s people and couldn’t help but feel his worldview shatter.
He had thought these God’s people would stand up against such wicked night demons to the death!
Was it fear of her power?
Zhu Minglang could sense the Night Demoness’s cultivation base himself, knowing she would definitely be considered a Demon King in Supreme Court.
What concerned Zhu Minglang most wasn’t the Night Demoness, but as the night grew deeper, there seemed to be enormous footsteps in the dark, enchanting whispers, beautiful ballads, and even calls of familiar voices…
Fear mingled with intense curiosity and fantasy, urging one to recklessly seek out the truth.
In the darkness, there were definitely more than just the Night Demoness.
It felt like numerous indescribable night creatures were holding a nocturnal feast across the vast wilderness.
The Night Demoness had set her sights here, while other entities sought after beings still traversing this domain at night.
“You, go out.”
ShangZhuang began to select sacrifice victims for the Night Demoness then and there, pointing at a young man.
The youngster’s face was a picture of shock, and before he could resist, a group of people carried him out.
“And you, go out,” Shang Zhuang pointed at another man.
That man clearly resisted, but those unwilling to challenge the Night Demoness surrounded him.
“The one with the beard, throw out the person next to you,” ShangZhuang finally pointed at Zhu Minglang.
“Several professors, it really is my grandfather; it seems he has already…”
Just then, the middle-aged man who had knelt down to inspect stood up, his expression sorrowful.
“This is Kamakura Guizhi.”
After being reminded of the urgent matter at hand, President Cass casually introduced him to Fu Qian and then continued to ask.
“Did you inspect it? Are there any other abnormal wounds?”
“No.”
Kamakura Guizhi glanced at Fu Qian and slowly shook his head.
“It looks like Mr. Yun is indeed unrelated to your grandfather’s death.”
The tone of President Cass did not vary.
“And your uncontrolled conditions seem to be more severe than the information previously provided.”
“My grandfather was always the one with the strongest reactions. Starting the day before yesterday, he chose to come down here alone in search of a solution—who would have thought it would come to this so soon…”
As he spoke, Kamakura Guizhi unconsciously surveyed his own body.
The exposed parts of his skin showed bright red marks that looked as if they were about to drip blood, a horrifying sight to behold.
And beneath his feet, the body had already been turned over to face upwards.
From this angle, one could see that it was indeed an elderly man.
On the old man’s face, more exaggerated red marks had all split open; the whole head was cracked and flayed, as if lightly tugged, it might turn into a skeleton.
Facing such a scene, President Cass thought for a moment, then with a flick of his heavy cloak, extended a hand with an eerie appearance.
There were only four fingers, the joints abnormally large, and the size far exceeded that of an average person; at the same time, the skin seemed to be covered with tooth-like scales.
Almost instantly, something seeped out from these scales.
At first glance, it appeared like black mist; gathering together, it turned into leaping flames, which then silently exploded, swooshing through the air.
Standing opposite President Cass, Fu Qian was nearly hit head-on.
Without a hint of heat, an abnormal sensation immediately appeared.
It was as if, where the flames passed, the surface of the body skipped the process of ignition and turned directly into ash.
“There are no signs of struggle; your grandfather’s death is indeed due to his own conditions,” President Cass declared confidently, after snapping his fingers and making the black flames instantly dissipate.
“Take the body back, let those above have a look.”
“Okay.”
Before the judgment of the president of Heaven’s Commencement Institute, Kamakura Guizhi did not dare to show the slightest doubt and promptly obeyed with great respect.
“Mr. Yun, I believe you haven’t done anything, but right now, the Kamakura Family is facing some trouble.”
President Cass turned to Fu Qian again and pointed at Kamakura Guizhi.
“As a family known as cursed swordsmen, it seems their Sword Dao has gone out of control.”
“No doubt you are an expert in this area. Are you interested in having a look and providing some advice?”
Sharp eyesight, after all, I’m someone who once comprehended hundreds and thousands of Sword Intents!
Recalling his past experiences of enlightenment at the Sword Pavilion, Fu Qian nodded amiably.
“Okay.”
The action of President Cass was not beyond his expectations.
Although no longer pursuing the reason for his presence here, there was no doubt that letting him leave now was out of the question.
Fortunately, I had no intention of leaving anyway.
[Current task has been updated, find out the cause of the divine seal’s lack of control]
Because at almost the same time, the task prompt finally appeared.
The divine seal, was undoubtedly something belonging to the Kamakura Family, a ferocious blessing bestowed upon the Tomb Guardians according to legend.
And judging from the content of the task, his own goal was clearly aligned with that of President Cass and his team.
Even such an expert team had proactively invited him to join.
…
Upon exiting the blood-scented chamber, the group ascended along a corridor paved with gigantic rocks.
As he had imagined, this was unmistakably an underground construction with the overall layout of a tomb, cold and grim, void of any sense of the sacred.
Furthermore, its most defining feature was its enormity; the chamber they had just left was but a small corner of the whole.
As they moved along, the grandeur of the architecture was evident despite the traces of destruction, and one could easily envision its former glory.
Given the shattered statue they had seen earlier, it seemed as if deliberate destruction had occurred here, although it was unclear who the unnamed deity had offended.
Kamakura Guizhi clearly knew the route well and, despite carrying a corpse, still led the way.
Before long, the team—which included two demigods—stood before two massive doors.
Sunlight was already seeping through the cracks of the opened doors.
Holding his grandfather’s body, Kamakura Guizhi carefully sidestepped through them.
And almost immediately, uncontrollable wails of mourning came from outside.
Clearly, people had been waiting outside the doors for the trio’s exploration results.
And as he emerged last from the team, gazes converged onto Fu Qian almost instantly, even the sobbing paused momentarily.
Who was he?
Suspicious and uncertain expressions spread across numerous faces.
Only four people had descended, and now three were returning alive, along with one dead and one unfamiliar face, inevitably arousing many suspicions.
After placing his grandfather’s body down, Kamakura Guizhi quickly approached a man whose face was also covered in bloodstains and whispered to him.
“Mr. Yun? He didn’t die?”
And the man, who exuded authority as the head of the Kamakura Family, had a reaction nearly identical to his.
“Not only did he not die, but he has also been promoted to demigod; just now downstairs, President Cass has confirmed that he was not involved in grandfather’s death and even invited him to join the investigation,” Guizhi explained quickly, knowing the power of key messaging.
Not only had he not died, but he had also been promoted to demigod—this news was astonishing indeed.
What exactly was his reason for being down there?
The Kamakura clan leader was clearly full of questions but managed to suppress the urge to interrogate immediately, maintaining composure after taking a deep breath.
“Thank you both for your hard work.”
First, he expressed his gratitude to President Cass and Jian Jingzheng; the next moment, he turned his gaze to Fu Qian.
“Mr. Yun, I am Kamakura Si, and on behalf of the entire Kamakura Family, I thank you for your forthcoming assistance.”
“You’re not bad-looking yourself. Why not sacrifice yourself for the cause?” Zhu Minglang had never met someone so blunt.
Yet this blunt honesty sparked a complex sense of grievance within him!
“I am of God’s people,” ShangZhuang stated haughtily.