Chapter 1754: The Three Great Sequences

The decisive battle of the Heavenly Star Great Plains ultimately came to a thunderous close.

Across this battlefield, vast and stretching millions of miles, countless Outer Shenzhou strongmen shed their blood and were buried, among them no shortage of King-realm experts.

Thus, after the war ended, countless white banners were raised across this stretch of land. As the breeze passed, the white banners fluttered across the hills and fields, as if a mournful, heroic sobbing echoed through the mountains.

Having paid a terrible price, the Dark World's first great invasion of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou was ultimately beaten back, for now.

But in the days after the Heavenly Star Great Plains decisive battle ended, the Outer Shenzhou Alliance did not let up. With the Outer Shenzhou Assembly taking the lead, the various factions began rushing to every corner of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou, exterminating the descending Ghost Abysses and thoroughly purging the alien creatures running rampant everywhere.

And facing the Outer Shenzhou Alliance's purge, the Dark World too began pulling in its tentacles; the once-rampant flood of alien creatures began retreating back into the Dark World.

Thus, for a time, the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou once again regained its former peace.

But no one felt any relief because everyone understood that although the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou had beaten back the Dark World's invasion this time, this so-called decisive battle was nothing more than a clash limited to those beneath the Heavenly Kings.

The truly terrifying part of the Dark World was its top-tier power.

For instance, the seventy-two Great Abysses standing at the very pinnacle of the Dark World.

They represented seventy-two Heavenly King-level beings!

This foundation of Heavenly Kings far surpassed that of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou.

This near-crushing peak power was enough to give anyone in the Outer Shenzhou Alliance a suffocating feeling.

And at this moment, at the very edge of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou's sky, that abyssal rift in the boundary wall still remained. The deep darkness within ceaselessly poured endless dread upon the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou.

While the Outer Shenzhou Alliance was fully engaged in purging the descending, rampaging Ghost Abysses everywhere, deep within that boundary wall rift, enormous, pallid faces would occasionally surface with blank expressions, their dark eyes gazing indifferently at the living beings of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou.

Those were the peeping gazes of the Great Demon Kings from the Dark World.

Even though they could not descend at this moment, the sinister gazes they cast through the boundary wall were still enough to make one's hair stand on end.

They seemed to be deliberately flaunting their existence, as if to remind the living beings of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou that the true war of unification had yet to begin.

And when they descend, this world will meet its end.

In the endless dark void, terrifying and eerie whispers ceaselessly echoed.

In such an area, even an ordinary King-realm expert who wandered in would be eroded by those eerie whispers in an instant, reduced to a puppet.

But at this moment, ripples appeared in the dark void, and from within those ripples, several figures exuding terrifying auras slowly walked out.

The one at the forefront wore an ancient star-golden robe, but on his neck was not a head—rather, a bronze mask with endless black Qi flowing over it.

A crack split open at the brow of the mask, and within it could be seen a divine fruit whose presence caused this entire void to tremble.

The Unification Assembly, Yin Li Tianwang!

And behind Yin Li Tianwang, three more figures followed—precisely the other three Heavenly Kings of the Unification Assembly.

Xu Li Tianwang.

Krait Li Tianwang.

Gu Li Tianwang.

Besides them, there was also a familiar figure—"Li Li Lingjing." Only at this moment, her cheeks were still indifferent, and not the slightest ripple stirred in her vortex-like pupils.

They represented the current strongest power of the Unification Assembly.

And with the appearance of Yin Li Tianwang and his group, this space, dark to the extreme, instantly erupted with even more terrifying eerie whispers. From deep within the dark void, one powerful, discomforting, sinister gaze after another slowly descended.

"Yin Li Tianwang, your Unification Assembly actually dares to scheme against our Dark World's Ten Calamity Demon Kings. Now that you've come, don't even think about leaving!" From the darkness, a sullen, hissing roar sounded, and one powerful, vicious gaze after another fixed on Yin Li Tianwang and the others with ill intent.

"Die!"

"Die!"

More than one terrifying aura rose, locking onto Yin Li Tianwang with surging killing intent.

These auras all belonged to Great Demon Kings of the Dark World!

However, facing such encircling threats, the flames within the eye sockets of the bronze mask that Yin Li Tianwang had become did not waver in the slightest. Only an indifferent voice rang out: "A mere Ten Calamity Demon Kings, utterly worthless. Dead is dead."

The moment these words were spoken, they provoked an even greater upheaval among those terrifying auras in the depths of the darkness. In an instant, this dark space trembled along with it, and endless, boundless power of malice and rank roared forth.

"Honored guests, please calm yourselves."

And at this moment, a gentle, laughing voice suddenly rose from the depths of the darkness. The moment this voice sounded, those terrifying Great Demon Kings gradually quieted down, reining in their rank power.

Before Yin Li Tianwang and the others, something massive seemed to swim through the darkness, and then a giant tongue flowing with dim, dark light was thrust out. Upon that tongue were countless poison sores like small mountains, exuding an extreme aura of venomous malice.

And at the very tip of the giant tongue, three figures appeared.

The one in the center was a man towering dozens of zhang tall, like a giant statue. His arms were bare, his muscles knotted like mountain ridges, and he wore half a dark-gold kasaya draped over him. That kasaya was like molten-cast metal, hanging heavily upon his majestic frame.

His skin was densely inscribed with countless deep, dark, twisted, living-seeming primordial talismans. They seemed to possess their own life, writhing faintly beneath his flesh, emitting eerie whispers from the primeval age.

The most chilling sight was the four heads hanging from his neck. They were not entirely dead—eyes wide open, pupils frozen with eternal agony and terror, as if imprisoned there by some extreme evil power, for whom even death had become a luxury. Each face preserved the despair of its final moment, silently screaming, with tear-streaks of abyssal blackness constantly flowing from their eyes, horrifying to behold.

The one on the right was a child holding a jet-black alms bowl in his hands. He had delicate features, quite exquisite, with curved brows and eyes, smiling before he even spoke, as if gathering the purest, most virtuous radiance of the human world, making anyone who looked upon him feel a warm sentiment in their heart.

Yet the alms bowl in his hands was as deep as an ancient well, faintly emitting a wailing wind, the complete opposite of the clear aura flowing around his body.

The one on the left was a woman draped in a plain white long dress. Her beauty was almost transcendent—snowy skin, jade-like bones, dark hair cascading like a waterfall. A hazy, clear radiance seemed to flow around her, like a white lotus just blooming beneath the moon, carrying a sanctity unstained by dust. Her eyes were clear as water, and when she gazed upon all living beings, they always held a touch of compassion and kindness, inspiring reverence and willing submission.

In her hand, a white lotus had petals translucent as jade, lustrous and radiant, as if gathering the purest spiritual energy between heaven and earth. But only Heavenly King-level experts could pierce the haze and faintly see countless fresh-red blood veins flowing across those white lotus petals, each blood vein emanating a rich, nauseating stench of blood.

The moment the three appeared, all the auras of the Great Demon Kings from the Dark World within this dark void were completely reined in.

Standing behind Yin Li Tianwang, Xu Li Tianwang, Gu Li Tianwang, and Krait Li Tianwang also had their expressions turn Solemn at this moment, their eyes filled with wariness and a trace of fear.

Because they knew what terrifying power the three strangely-demeanored figures before them represented.

The white-clad, breathtakingly beautiful woman, titled Mara, ranked third among the seventy-two Great Demon Kings of the Dark World's sequence.

The child holding the black alms bowl, titled Heavenly Ancestor, ranked second.

And the man with the most massive build, draped in the golden kasaya, was the number one ranked among the seventy-two sequences of the Dark World in this era, titled... Minghou.

The four heads hanging from his neck were no ordinary heads—they came from four Heavenly King-level experts of the Ten Great Outer Shenzhou.

They had been slain by him, their heads preserved with a sliver of vitality, permanently eroded by his malice, suffering endless torment and agony, ceaselessly providing him with a vast supply of malevolent emotions.

Xu Li Tianwang, Gu Li Tianwang, and Krait Li Tianwang all slowly lowered their gazes.

These three most powerful beings of the Dark World clearly represented endless terror themselves, yet the forms they revealed were so utterly righteous and grand—it was truly ironic.

Three figures radiating terrifying oppressive might slowly descended from the giant tongue, landing ahead.

The Minghou Demon King in the center wore a faint smile, his gaze fixed on Li Li Tianwang as he slowly spoke.

"Li Li Tianwang, you owe the Dark World an explanation."