Chapter 1
"Holy shit, did he really knock the Meng family patriarch?"

"Our Hu family's demon-suppressing golden mace is truly effective. More effective than I imagined..."

At that moment, all sounds ceased, but the most indescribable feeling belonged to Hu Ma after striking that blow.

Previously, Mountain Lord had said that the Meng family wanted to build an Yin God Temple, but they were wary of the Hu family, or rather, the Tianzhen Demon Suppression Bureau. At that time, Hu Ma knew that the Demon Suppression Bureau, theoretically, could stop the Meng family patriarch.

Otherwise, although that thing was extremely evil and vile, it was also extraordinarily terrifying. No one in this world should be able to stop the Meng family from building the Yin God Temple.

But knowing it in his heart and actually knocking it himself, witnessing the arrogant monster's surprised expression and diminished ferocity after taking that hit, he was filled with emotion. He could only say...

...It felt good!

Much better than knocking the Guan Prefecture City God. After all, when he knocked that one, the other party collapsed instantly, too weak. It made him feel like his strength had been wasted.

"Hoo..."

After striking that blow, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, involuntarily looking deep into the depths of the City of Wrongful Deaths, the afterimage of the demon-suppressing golden mace still in his eyes.

One above, one below; one living, one dead; facing each other, it had once made Hu Ma feel a trance, and an incredibly familiar sensation.

Why, on his first time in the City of Wrongful Deaths, did it feel like he had already seen it before?

"..."

"..."

"Have you seen enough?"

Just as countless people or spirits in the City of Wrongful Deaths were shaken by the power of that mace, Senior Longjing on the Spirit Descent Platform looked relaxed.

He looked at the Meng family patriarch above, who had taken a blow, his countless tentacles collapsing and completely retreating from his natal spirit temple. He smiled and said, "This is the secret you'll always envy but never obtain!"

Now that the Meng family patriarch had taken that blow, it was even less likely that he could swallow his natal spirit temple, giving him some leeway.

That kid didn't lie to him. He really had one more arrow opportunity.

In a great mood, he casually straightened his robes.

Although the robes were already torn and bloodstained, and no longer bright due to the backlash of the Nightmare Art, he still tried his best to tidy them up, brushing off some dust.

Only then did he turn around and, raising his large sleeves, bowed gently to the scarecrow.

"Even if the mystery of returning home remains unsolved, I will make you reveal your face..."

With a shout, he bowed for the seventh time, then stood up, his eyes full of fierce provocation.

Casting Nightmare Arts was inherently three parts harming others and seven parts protecting oneself. Any minor Nightmare Art could bring backlash to oneself, let alone Senior Longjing, who had fired six Nightmare Arrows in a short period, each bearing earth-shattering karma?

With these six arrows, he had already changed the fate of the world. Similarly, the backlash was unprecedentedly terrifying.

With the sixth arrow, he had already borrowed the power of the Meng family patriarch.

And this seventh arrow borrowed the backlash, pointing directly at the sky above the Spirit Descent Platform.

"Swish!"

Pride, unwillingness, resentment, arrogance, spiritual intent, sixty years of karma, grudges, and entanglements, all transformed into the seventh arrow at this moment, soaring from the Spirit Descent Platform and shooting straight at the empty hole in the air that was about to disappear.

It was the hole that had been forced out when the Meng family patriarch appeared. After taking a blow, it had shown signs of fear, and the hole was shrinking.

It seemed somewhat unwilling, and then it saw Senior Longjing's arrow. Its empty eyes trembled slightly, as if a hint of fear had suddenly emerged.

However, this arrow was not aimed at it, but at something behind it.

The next moment, the arrow disappeared with the hole.

In the void of the Yin realm, it seemed like nothing had happened, but the next moment, the wind and clouds surged suddenly.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The endless void seemed to become translucent at this moment. Whether it was Hu Ma and the countless spirits in the Yin realm, or the various extraordinary people and strange arts in the Yang realm,

Whether it was a nobleman in a mansion or a farmer working in the fields, a grass-roots king with luck or a wild monster cultivating in the mountains, all saw a distorted figure behind the void at this moment.

They saw its trembling when it was hit by an arrow, and felt its distant but still clear and heavy anger.

At this moment, the blood-food mines, or rather, the *taisui* flesh, spread across famous mountains and great swamps, indescribably huge and bloated, growing in the mountains and wilderness day and night, suddenly trembled as if they had been stimulated.

Because there were too many *taisui* and they were too huge, the amplitude of this tremor was not large, but it startled the whole world, like a sudden jolt in sleep.

"How dare these evil things..."

In the north, at the ruins of the imperial capital of Shangjing, the tombkeeper hurriedly fell to the ground, fearfully reaching out his hands, carefully protecting the incense burner in front of the ten ancestral temples, and the oil lamp on the small table in front of the incense burner.

His face was twisted and angry, his palms trembling, but he didn't dare to breathe, as if afraid of blowing out the oil lamp, or worried about alarming something.

It was like a group of people walking beside a sleeping beast. Someone startled the beast, and the others also lightened their footsteps, fearing being affected.

"Noble Zhang, Spirit-Channeling Meng..."

Also, in a small courtyard built on the shady side of a mountain, where the sun never shone, an old woman with withered white hair was carefully looking at a roll of bamboo slips in front of her, her voice also lowered, as if afraid of alarming something, but her tone was somewhat indignant:

"Why is your appetite so big? Why can't you wait at all?"

"Our Li family of Impermanence, for the sake of the overall situation, even if the Hu family's kid bumped into us himself, we would rather close the door than go out and cause trouble. But the Zhang and Meng families insist on creating problems?"

"..."

"Mother, the name ranked first on the list of sins has disappeared..."

Someone gently knocked on the door and walked in, with a complex expression on his face: "Does this seem to be a good thing for us?"

"The first one has disappeared."

The old nanny said coldly: "But..."

Saying that, even with some dissatisfaction in her accent: "Saying they want to completely eliminate these evil things, but how do you know it's not being too aggressive, instead awakening their ferocity?"

"What exactly did they do? What's with all the commotion?"

In Ming Prefecture, Miss Red Wine flashed into the courtyard, looking at the phantoms in the sky with a shocked expression.

On Mount Nameless, Senior Brother Bu Shi Niu had reached the summit. The three Sect Leaders beside him were either missing an arm or pale, but the four hall officials of the Noble Zhang family had all supported their wounded or crippled companions and dejectedly descended the mountain.

This senior brother personally raised his knife and cut off the small stream flowing down the mountain, whose source was unknown, listening to the sound of luck flowing away.

He turned around, and even though countless people had said that kneeling was forbidden, he still held the knife and bowed to the sky: "The evil dragon has been beheaded, and destiny has been returned to the people of the world. With this, I send off Uncle-Master Longjing!"

In the Blood-Food Mine of Gun Prefecture, Monkey Wine was riding on a donkey, transporting his blood-food to the deep mountain gu-refining place, or rather, the laboratory. His usually bleak face also suddenly looked up at the moment the commotion appeared, revealing a slight surprise.

Immediately afterwards, there was a frightening excitement and fanaticism: "This is..."

"...This is what we should have!"

"..."

Also at this time in Ming Prefecture, in Old Yin Mountain, a figure in green was sitting silently on a small hillside, holding a wildflower she had picked.

When this arrow appeared, the wildflower in her hand seemed to be blown by the mountain wind, fluttering away, leaving only a few lonely petals, slowly nodding in the wind.

"Only I am left..."

"..."

When she was silent for a long time and got up to walk towards the depths of Old Yin Mountain, the strangeness in the sky had disappeared, but whether it was the sky above Old Yin Mountain, or the whole world, dark clouds gathered from who knows where, and a misty drizzle began to fall.

This rain was actually red, as if some supreme existence was bleeding.

...

...

The vast world was silent for a long time because of this arrow. Some people saw very mysterious things in this arrow, and some people just felt a slight daze and threw it to the back of their minds.

But that inexplicable feeling remained in people's hearts for a long time.

On the edge of the City of Wrongful Deaths at this time, Zhao Sanyi and Chen Abao even had a feeling of being reluctant to leave. They were, besides Hu Ma and the others, the only people who were fortunate enough to be close enough to the Spirit Descent Platform to feel that arrow.

They were also the people who felt the impact of this arrow most clearly. At this moment, they even forgot to stay away, just dazed and confused, not knowing what to do.

They always felt like there was something strange in their hearts, but they couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Hey, big brother, young lady..."

While they were in this complex feeling, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, a voice called them back.

In the misty Yin realm ahead, there was a girl with greased hair and dressed like a wealthy lady, but looked somewhat disheveled, sitting cross-legged in a large wooden basin, paddling laboriously towards here.

She was curiously looking at the direction of the City of Wrongful Deaths. When she saw the two people on the edge of the City of Wrongful Deaths, she stood up and enthusiastically asked, "What's going on in here?"

"Why does it sound so lively?"