Chapter 424: Demonic Elites of the Other Shore Gather

At the same time, in another Star Domain of the Ultimate Main Road's 108th level.

It is a vast and perilous place, containing mysterious forbidden zones where even ordinary living beings need tremendous courage to approach, and may be torn apart by invisible force fields.

One such location lies at the fringe of the Eternal Silence Star Domain of the 108th level.

From afar, this place appears as an extremely unsettling, filthy land.

The Void displays a pathological dark red hue, as if repeatedly stained by never‑drying foul blood.

The twisted Space folds like deep wrinkles on an old man's face, or like countless struggling Wraiths forcibly sewn together.

There are no stars, no light, only an eternally shrouding, dark‑red dense fog exuding the scent of decay, depravity, madness, and bloodlust.

Within the dense fog, one can occasionally glimpse the silhouette of mountains piled with stark white bones, and hear faint, soul‑piercing cries of pain and maddened mutterings.

This is a secret gathering place in the 108th level where some of the Other Shore World's top demonic elites converge… the Blood‑Stained Valley.

Beyond the valley, the vast starry sky spanning tens of millions of li appears empty, yet secretly harbors lethal intent.

Within the Void, streaks of light and darkness, each Dark Shadow exuding the uniquely chilling aura of Other Shore Beings, lie in wait and patrol like ghosts.

Their forms vary: some shrouded in black robes, some bearing snarling bone spikes, some entwined with Wraiths, yet all exude a forceful, violent aura, their gazes sharp as hawks, scanning any suspicious target daring to approach.

These are elite Heavenly Pride who follow their respective leaders or are attached to major Other Shore forces.

Their ability to set foot here itself proves their strength and destiny.

However, at this moment, as they gaze toward the deepest part of the dark‑red dense fog… the core of the Blood‑Stained Valley, there is not the slightest arrogance of a Heavenly Pride; only respect, fervor, and an almost overflowing reverence emanating from the depths of their souls!

It seems that what dwells there is not a peer being, but… the deity they worship, the future king who will lead the Other Shore to glory!

Blood‑Stained Valley, deepest part.

Unlike the filthy bloodshed outside, here a strange cleanliness prevails.

An ancient, ruined Altar, wholly forged from some black divine stone, floats in the Void.

The Altar's surface is engraved with long‑lost ancient Other Shore incantations, flowing with a dark blood‑colored sheen, emitting a vast aura that suppresses evils and stabilizes space‑time.

At this moment, atop the Altar, four Dark Shadows each bearing distinct Four Breaths, yet all as deep as abysses and as terrifying as prisons, so horrific that even Space twists and blurs, stand silently.

The first Dark Shadow stands proudly atop a protruding blood‑colored crystal stone at the Altar's edge; beneath its feet is not ground but a… sword!

It is a bizarre long sword, entirely crimson, as if constructed from the refined blood of countless living beings' hearts.

The sword measures four feet three inches in length, its blade narrow and without a guard; the hilt merges seamlessly with the blade, its surface covered in naturally formed vein‑like patterns, now pulsating faintly to some rhythm, emitting a soul‑shaking hunger and murderous intent.

The blood sword breathes out viscous, substance‑like crimson blade aura, corroding the surrounding Space with a sizzling sound.

The one who treads the sword has a head of flaming crimson hair, wildly draped over the shoulders.

His face is handsome yet pallid, lips also crimson, eyes narrow, and his pupils are upright blood‑colored sword shapes!

In the opening and closing, the icy, bone‑piercing terrifying sword intent flows like a tangible cold current, slicing the Void and emitting a sharp, ringing tone.

The most astonishingly talented sword‑path prodigy of the Blood Clan since antiquity, a legendary ruthless figure who constantly ranks among the top three of the Other Shore Heavenly Ladder List… Xue Jianchen!

It is said he was born with the blood sword phenomenon; at three he comprehended the sword's heart, at ten his sword qi pierced the heavens, and by twenty his sword already overpowered his peers, with rumors that he has attained the sword‑path Extreme Realm!

Countless souls lie beneath his sword, especially against Dark Cultivators of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths, where he is brutally ruthless, adopting the doctrine of drinking the blood of Nine Heavens Living Being with the blood sword as cultivation tenet; his notorious reputation is so great it could silence a child's night wail.

The second Dark Shadow sits cross‑legged in a corner of the Altar, beneath it a bizarre lotus platform constructed from nine pallid skulls.

Within the eye sockets of the skulls, a ghostly green Soul Fire flickers silently, opening and closing as if chanting some evil incantation.

The figure is cloaked entirely in a large, tattered black mantle, hood lowered, obscuring the face; only a pair of gaunt, bird‑claw‑like hands with long black nails are visible, casually twirling a wholly black scythe with a curved blade, entwined with countless tiny wailing Wraiths… the Death‑God Scythe!

Each slight turn of the scythe stirs surrounding mournful cold winds, as if opening a crack to Nine Abyss Hell, emitting terrifying law‑like ripples that devour life and reap souls.

This generation of the Ghost Clan's undisputed first sequence, a forbidden existence walking the border of Yin and Yang realms… Gui Qianmo!

His methods are inscrutably cunning, adept at manipulating dead souls, arranging ghost domains, casting curses, often killing unseen so the opponent never knows how they died.

His ferocity and mystery are in no way inferior to Xue Jianchen.

The third Dark Shadow is the tallest and most imposing, like a young Underworld King emerging from the depths of the Nether.

He does not deliberately emit aura; simply standing there, a terrifying authority that suppresses heaven and earth and compels ten thousand ghosts to submit naturally emanates.

He wears a dark‑gold Nether‑patterned battle robe, his visage ancient and stern, pupils a strange dark‑gold, and as his eyes open and close, phantom shadows of the Six Paths of Reincarnation flicker within.

Most striking is that behind him, not the Void, but… a wall!

A towering wall, a thousand Zhang high, wholly forged from an unknown dark‑gray divine metal, its surface covered with ancient Nether‑god reliefs, exuding a dense, substance‑like Hell‑Suppressing aura—a majestic divine wall illusion!

Wall of the Underworld King!

This is one of the ten greatest anti‑Heaven forbidden physiques of all ages… the Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body, when cultivated to an extremely profound level, spontaneously manifests this innate phenomenon!

When this wall illusion expands, it is said to suppress all great foes of the Zhutian Wanjie, imprison deities and demons, and seal space‑time!

One who possesses this physique is born the sovereign of the Nether Earth, wielding absolute control over all Yin‑Nether, death, and soul‑related laws!

He is the most dazzling of this generation of the Ghost Clan, pre‑designated as the heir to the next Underworld Sovereign—the Ninth Prince… Ming Jiuhuang!

Bearing the Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body, he has already refined this physique to astonishing levels; his true combat power is unfathomable, and within the Other Shore, there are hints of a rivalry and opposition with Xue Jianchen and Gui Qianmo!