The night was too long.

In the darkness that swallowed heaven and earth, the entire Crack Realm echoed with a terrifying roar as rampaging shadows ravaged like a flood.

Even more terrifying were the bizarre mutants emerging from the Forbidden Domain.

With bodies as large as giants, they searched for any living beings that violated the taboo, roaring ferociously, and as they trampled the earth, they emitted a thunderous sound.

And above the sky, when the fleeting light crossed, it illuminated figures that seemed to have iron wings on their backs and golden armor, stirring storms and ravaging all directions!

Earth Emperor Tian Yuan!

Even if only the remaining illusions from the past, the fierce and violent appearance was enough to make one shudder and feel uneasy...

Within the temple uprising, darkness almost became tangible, completely devouring the entire Crack Realm.

The cruel Heavenly Essence Law, after mutation, was like a noose on the necks of all living beings, perpetually bringing suffocation and fear.

Under this nearly divine terror, all survivors could only tremble around the bonfire, enduring in horror.

Waiting for dawn...

Around the grand palace lantern, all the retreating survivors were injured, faces pale, not even half the number of those who first entered the Crack Realm.

The majority used to scout and deplete resources had been completely obliterated in the temple uprising, devoured by the ravenous residual shadows, torn apart, and became part of them...

At this moment, in the secluded broken hall, those newly transformed shadows lingered outside the glimmer of the palace lantern.

Under the remaining malicious agitation, they hovered back and forth, looking to devour someone!

However, it seemed as though the shadows couldn't see the area illuminated by the light, finding no trace of them at all.

In life, they were of no value except for consumption, yet in death, they became such troublesome entities... The chief steward among Wuyou's subordinates was inevitably annoyed.

If only he'd known, he should have taken care of these nuisances before the temple uprising!

He cast a resentful glance at the lingering shadows and turned back to show a flattering and enthusiastic expression as he served the medicinal soup.

On the lowest pedestal of the layer upon layer of the gilded palace lantern, leaned a mutilated figure, bones exposed, writhing in pain.

Wuyou!

The dignified and solemn aura was gone, leaving only madness and resentment.

His face, stripped of flesh, seemed burned by fire, grotesque like a ghost.

At this moment, he maintained the palace lantern's light while also suppressing the rampaging Heavenly Essence Law within his body, strands of flame rising from his wounds only to vanish again.

Unprecedented weakness.

However, the situation soon changed.

After brief preparation, a graceful maid lifted a luxurious goblet and poured crimson nectar endlessly into Wuyou's mouth, a vast amount of Life Force spreading within, quickly healing the corpse.

Nearby, the blind Attendants discarded Wuyou's body, skillfully removing shattered bones and organs, including the temple's dread law.

Then, organs seemingly made of gold and silver were taken from a box, categorized, and inserted into his abdomen.

At the moment of connection, the metallic shine and texture quickly faded, turning into flesh-like material, resuming function.

Thus, the repairs were complete, finely stitched, the lengthy stitches like centipedes were hidden under the ornate robes, concealed in darkness.

In a matter of minutes, the once-dying Wuyou was restored to his original appearance.

As if rejuvenated!

And those people, like paper figures, returned to the box, disappearing without a trace.

Amidst the congratulations from the crowd, the steward wept with joy, prostrating on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, crying out: "My neglect led to this disaster, a death sentence wouldn't suffice, no iron in the nine states could forge my grave error, I plead for your punishment, my lord..."

"What's this talk, who can predict everything, and be free of surprises?"

Wuyou glanced at him, gesturing: "I'm still in need of people, you're my confidant, how could I belittle you so? Never mention this again."

Instantly, the steward was moved to tears, trembling with excitement: "Your great grace and kindness, my lord, I would repay even if I were shattered to pieces, in the next life surely..."

After a display of mutual understanding between lord and vassal, the atmosphere of the group became much more lively, especially with the continuous flow of fine wine and delicacies from Wuyou's box, slowly calming everyone's pale and anxious expressions.

As the turmoil outside the light gradually slowed, morale began to recover once more.

And throughout, the master of Wulou Temple, who neither drank nor ate, finally opened his eyes from deep contemplation.

"Unexpectedly, the world's affairs are unpredictable. To think that after planning for more than a decade, it would end in failure." The master asked: "What are Wuyou's plans next, please advise."

For a moment, everyone in the group showed subtle expressions, holding their breath in anticipation.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wuyou chuckled, "It's just a minor setback, nothing worth mentioning, merely a minor interlude that doesn't affect the overall plan, why try to test me?"

The master remained calm, like a withered tree: "The Tower of Audience has been destroyed, even the audience bell is completely shattered, does Wuyou still have a way to open the temple?"

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