Under the high-suspended temple, in the abyss, darkness boiled.

The temple, originally grand enough to leave one speechless, seemed now diminished against this gigantic silhouette.

The boundless darkness was almost entirely covered by the serpent, more exaggerated in scale than when the Nether Sea Worm appeared.

The sea of clouds trembled, stirring waves of frenzy, beneath the pale clouds, in the darkness, the gigantic serpent body continued to writhe and coil.

Like a struggle, accumulating power, trying again and again to break free from the constraints of the temple.

The transformation of bitter hatred and poison into a viscous black tide surged within the abyss, almost ready to overflow.

Yet no matter how it surged, it always seemed to crash against an invisible ceiling, returning in emptiness.

After repeated struggles, the deafening noise temporarily ceased.

As if utterly exhausted.

But immediately, an eerie rustling noise rose from the abyss bottom, in darkness, the gigantic serpent body suddenly inflated.

Swelling rapidly like decay.

Amid countless fluttering wing sounds, a torrent of moths hatched from the darkness, each emerging from flesh, converging into one, spreading with gray-black that covered the sky.

Gush upward!

Moths the size of ordinary humans spread their bizarre scales, the patterns on their wings swaying eerily, sketching out totem-like blood eyes, blinking with blood tears as they flapped.

At this moment, when the endless moths ascended the sky, dancing zealously, and spreading, forming a tide that obscured the day.

Until the last bell in the temple rang.

The world suddenly froze, heaven and earth went silent.

A distant and sinister sound rose from the abyss's deepest layer, permeating the entire Crack Realm, spreading as if tangible, seeping into iron, stone, debris, flesh, and soul.

The sound of breaking continued without end.

Behind Wuyou, the Mutated Wolf brought by Shekri suddenly howled miserably, wounds appearing spontaneously on the flesh, as if torn by chaotic swords.

Shekri's body twitched briefly, beneath the dirty, yellowed bandages, dark green blood silently spread.

The others fared no better, their minds blank, consciousness dazed.

Yet, inexplicably, Ji Jue felt a surge of excitement and fervor.

The Chun Jun within his soul suddenly trembled, responding to this ancient, clanging sound, resonating—instantly, Ji Jue's consciousness and perception expanded with the sword sound, feeling the terrifying aura conveyed by that thread of sword sound.

Commanding the universe, controlling all phenomena!

No malice or ferocity was present, merely a disdainful gaze at countless evils, then a disinterested withdrawal.

Thus, the stagnant time seemingly resumed its flow.

Yet the moths born of countless grievances remained suspended in mid-air, frozen, only bits of phosphorus flames burned from their bodies, rampant spreading...

Eventually, completely turned to ash!

And in a moment of illusion, that curtain of darkness seemed briefly lifted before his eyes.

In a fleeting glimpse, the phantom serpent body filling the Crack Realm disappeared.

At the abyss's deepest layer, only a dry, lifeless giant serpent skeleton coiled, long devoid of any breath.

Despite having been dead for so many years, the coiled serpent bones were still astonishingly immense, sprawling endlessly across the mountain. No, it seemed more like it had directly suppressed and cast the mountain-like metal within the serpent bones, anchoring it eternally.

Even in its dying moment, the serpent still maintained a stance, mouth agape towards the sky, ready to devour.

But compared to the skull larger than the temple city, more striking was the straight, deep sword scar on the serpent's skull!

Even to this day, the flame-like red straight sword scar is still engraved in the void, piercing through the serpent skull!

Just one strike severed the serpent rampant in the worldly realm, even the remnants of the sword scar, after thousands of years, remain unfaded, seemingly eternally engraved in the present world.

Just one glance and Ji Jue's heart began to beat uncontrollably, wildly.

His eyes widened, focusing intensely, imprinting this scene into his soul.

[Chixiao]!

In the entire world, aside from Ye Xian, who could have understood this aura more than him? Could the traces of the Nine Types be right before his eyes, yet still unclear?

This clearly was the Heavenly Essence Sword among the Nine Types!

But even if it's part of the Nine Types, even if it's the Heavenly Essence Sword, how could it be exaggerated to such an extent?

A sword scar, having such terrifying divine power even after hundreds of years, even the grievances after the serpent's death are penetrated and shackled within this darkness, unable to escape.

In a fleeting moment, the clear image thoroughly dissipated, darkness returned to swallow everything, no longer visible.

Ji Jue froze, long unable to recover.

Before the scene fell back into darkness, he finally saw clearly...

Just beneath that magnificent sword scar, the cracks on the serpent bone.

Just as if, after a great victory years ago, in a jubilant triumph, wielding the sword casually. Thus, left a deep, embedded graffiti on the skull of the serpent.

—Ye Shen slayed the serpent here!

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Finally, it was over...

In the deathly silence following the conclusion of the clock and sword sound, the entire team remained silent, even their breaths suppressed within their chests.

Everyone, sweating profusely.

Under the shadow of the tower, the rampant Heavenly Essence Law disregards the oppression and suppression of all objects, and merely its aftermath makes it difficult for everyone who intrudes to breathe.

Those cursed while chasing the wolf blood have their souls swaying, unable to maintain themselves.

For Mutated like Shekri, who bear the curse and the wolf blood, it is bearable. The rest, who did not earn the favor of the wolf blood, and are White Deer, now have hollow eyes and begin to lose their minds.

It was not until long after, when they were sure there was no further anomaly, that everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And then, at the forefront of the team, beside Wuyou... the thing that was crushed into dust by the tower shadow's pressure that day, trembled.

Reconstituting.

The yellowed bandages tangled together, binding blood and flesh, weaving and entangling, restoring the shape of the body under the robe once again, Shekri seemed reborn, recovered to his original state.

Unscathed.

At most, he only coughed twice to expel the invading Heavenly Essence Law from his body.

But when he turned around, he found everyone had instantaneously dispersed, and when they looked at him, their eyes were full of vigilance.

The name of rotten scales became world-famous following the collapse of the White Country.

That seemingly intact body, once freed from the restraint of the bandages, who knows what it might turn into; countless invisible pathogens and poisons circulate like blood within the body of the wolf, as sinister as they come, who knows when one might accidentally fall into the trap!

"Please rest assured, everyone, the shadow of the tower permeates the temple, and the poison of the wolf blood has long been suppressed, unable to spread."

Shekri explained with seemingly a smile, and then everyone's expressions became even uglier.

It had no comforting effect whatsoever, instead, the pressure of others began to mount crazily.

"Alright, don't waste any more time."

Wuyou lowered his gaze, feeling the power within the temple for a moment, overflowing with joy.

Although he didn't quite understand what this anomaly was about, after a burst, the power of the temple clearly fell into a decline.

Even the shadows on the street became fleeting.

A perfect timing, he must seize the moment!

At this critical juncture, he could not afford to lament over the treasures accumulated over generations, extracting various things incessantly from the boxes he opened, leading the team to advance relentlessly.

In a mere few minutes, they were already nearing the mountain peak, the place of the temple's main body.

The loss was merely a few cannon fodder for scouting the road.

But the upcoming area…

There was no passage to proceed.

Amidst numerous buildings surrounding them, the towering temple wall seemed to reach the heavens. Seen from afar, its height was merely a few meters, and could be easily leaped over, but standing before it, it appeared to barely touch the lowest end of the death wall.

No end or summit could be seen.

No door found either.

Turning left, right, up, and down, there was absolutely no path.

The only thing to sense was the creepy atmosphere. The closer you approached, the more you could feel that inexplicable fear within the guts and soul.

It seemed as though death was at arm's length.

No way to evade.

More importantly, there was no sense of the aura behind the wall at all.

But when gazing from afar, you could see the shadow of the tower had completely enveloped everything behind the wall, locking and freezing it, as if solidified in amber.

Completely sealed off.

The master of Wulou Temple lowered his gaze, suppressing the unrest surging within, returned to a realm of dead silence, tranquility, and asked, "Wuyou, what is the solution here?"

Wuyou reached out his hand, touching the wall, the excitement in his expression nearly uncontrollable.

After retracting his hand, a trace of pitch black unexpectedly emerged at his fingertip.

The pitch black spread uncontrollably, instantly engulfing him, but the originally deadly curse and command lost its target at this moment.

"[Forbidden Domain]..."

Within an instant, Wuyou returned to normal, only his eyes were filled with fiery brilliance:

"Indeed, it's the [Forbidden Domain]!"

The absolute seal proposed by the Eternal Empire, with Heavenly Essence Power overseeing all phenomena, reversing life and death, and built upon countless deaths as its foundation, to create the wall of despair.

Strictly speaking, this blockade is not a wall at all.

But death itself.

With the transformation under Heavenly Essence Law, the void of death was materialized and incorporated into the wall, rendering it an absolutely insurmountable boundary of death.

To cross over is actually very simple.

One only has to die.

But unfortunately, after undergoing such thorough death and annihilation, even the Heavenly People of the Vortex System probably cannot survive, only to be devoured by death and become part of the foundation.

Wuyou extended his hand, cautiously taking out a clock covered in rust and cracks from the brocade box nestled in his chest, as if it might collapse anytime.

Calling it a clock would be an exaggeration.

Even the body of the clock was rusted beyond repair, and between the two fragments, only a small pitiful connection remained, the engravings above all blurred, dotted with copper rust.

But the decoration-like clock stand, merely one person high, resonated with the Forbidden Domain wall the instant it was retrieved…

"Next is the time to fulfill the contract, everyone."

Wuyou expressionlessly turned back, gazing at those behind, when mentioning the contract, everyone immediately appeared solemn.

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