Chapter 425: Night Ruler Ascends

The fourth Dao shadow, compared to the first three, exuded an aura that seemed somewhat unstable, even bearing a lingering trace of… weakness and gloom.

He was clad in tattered armor; on his ashen skin lay a snarling, twisted dark‑red scar coiled like a centipede, and deep within the scar a faint, extremely subtle yet stubborn Chaos Qi stream continued to erode.

His complexion was so pallid it lacked any vitality; although the Corpse Qi around him remained strong, it was far less pure and majestic than twenty years ago, carrying a lingering stiffness as if a great illness had just begun to heal.

It was the Corpse Clan Young Master, Shi Litian, who twenty years ago at the Forty‑nineth Pass was severely slashed by Ye Wuque in his Five‑Poles realm, wielding the Time‑Space Annihilation Dao, and only by a fortuitous escape through a sacrificial evil object managed to survive!

Twenty years of arduous cultivation and healing, consuming countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures prepared by the Corpse Clan for him, still failed to fully restore his peak.

The Chaos‑to‑Void and Time‑Space Annihilation intent embedded in Ye Wuque's punch, like maggots in bone, inflicted a near‑primordial Dao injury on this Dark Cultivator who specialized in the Path of Death and Jiemie!

This wound is not only of the Flesh, but also of the Dark Heart!

It became a lifelong, unforgettable disgrace and nightmare.

At this moment, he stands here; his aura remains overwhelmingly strong, yet before the other three monsters whose momentum is complete and at their peak, he inevitably appears somewhat dim.

Within his Dead Silence eyes, besides the deep‑seated hatred and murderous intent toward Ye Wuque, there also lurks a faint tremor that even he refuses to acknowledge… a shiver.

The four great monsters gathered at the core Altar of this blood‑stained valley.

Each occupied a side; although their auras all belong to the Other Shore, they were sharply distinct, even subtly forming a confrontational stance.

Xue Jianchen's unparalleled, fierce killing sword intent clashed silently in the Void with Gui Qianmo's eerie, grim ghostly Qi, grinding away.

The oppressive pressure emitted by the Ming Jiuhuang's wall of the Underworld King behind him caused Shi Litian's surrounding Corpse Qi to become somewhat stagnant.

The air grew so heavy it seemed to turn into mercury.

Though no words were exchanged, the space of this area, under their invisible aura clash, continuously emitted faint, glass‑overburdened crackling sounds, and fine black Liewen flickered in and out.

Competition is everywhere.

Even though they belong to the same Other Shore camp, facing the ultimate destiny at the end of the Ultimate Main Road, they are each other's greatest competitors, and even… potential life‑and‑death foes.

Silence lasted about the time of a single incense stick.

At a certain moment.

Whether the four great monsters on the Altar or the countless Other Shore Beings guarding the valley's perimeter, everyone, almost simultaneously…

A sudden throb jolted their hearts!

It felt as if an invisible, icy hand had grasped their hearts!

Immediately—

Without any warning, the Void above the Altar darkened.

It was not dark clouds covering, nor energy devouring.

But a more fundamental, more complete… loss!

The light, as if an invisible presence had erased its very existence, rapidly waned and vanished.

Sound was swallowed by absolute Dead Silence, even the very vibration of Space seemed to stall.

The laws grew obscure and vague, as if shrouded by a veil of Eternal Night.

Time and Space here lost continuity; the boundaries of past, present, and future became indistinct.

It is not Darkness descending, but… Eternal Night, Ye Junlin!

At the heart of that silent yet irresistible Eternal Night, a slender, towering figure emerged as if stepping out of the deepest dream, slowly… coalescing into form.

He wore an ultra‑simple plain white robe, its fabric neither silk nor hemp, radiating a moon‑like cool and eternal sheen.

His face was veiled by a faint halo that seemed formed from the purest night hue; it was indistinct, only the elegantly contoured jaw and a pair of…

What kind of eyes are those?

They are neither Dead Silence, nor fierce, nor eerie.

They are two pools… like the void left after all stars of the Zhutian Wanjie are extinguished, perfectly fused with the primordial darkness before Open Heaven and Split Earth, forming a… abyss!

Profound, tranquil, void, encompassing all, yet seemingly able to devour everything!

He simply stood there, emitting no pressure, causing no phenomena, yet made all present Other Shore Beings feel from the deepest of their hearts an uncontrollable… awe! and… fear!

It seemed they faced not a peer Dark Cultivator, but… the very Night walking among mortals, the destined eternal sovereign that will dominate all destinies…!

"Ye… Junlin, sir!"

"It is Ye Junlin, sir! He has truly arrived!"

"Eternal Night descends! Zhutian dark silence! Only Ye Junlin, sir, can wield such might!"

After a brief Dead Silence, the valley's perimeter erupted with a low howl suppressed to the extreme yet frenzied to the extreme!

Countless Other Shore Beings trembled with excitement, their gazes fixed on the white‑robed figure, filled with unparalleled worship and faith!

And atop the Altar—

Xue Jianchen's ever‑ice‑cold blood‑colored sword pupil suddenly contracted, and the blood‑thirsty demonic sword at his feet emitted a faint, as‑if‑facing a natural enemy, buzz.

Gui Qianmo's emerald Soul Fire beneath his cloak flickered violently, causing the gaunt fingers that toyed with the scythe to pause imperceptibly.

Ming Jiuhuang's towering shadow of the Underworld King's wall behind him spontaneously rippled a circle of waves, as if countering that formless, intangible yet ubiquitous Eternal Night erosion.

Shi Litian's body stiffened slightly, the muscles on his pallid face twitched, and in his Dead Silence eyes, the colors of dread and gravity were so dense they seemed inseparable, even subtly outweighing his hatred toward Ye Wuque.

Ye Junlin!

In the Other Shore World, one of the Ten Overlord Powers, the Night Clan's timeless first demon, proclaimed by the old monsters that have slumbered within the clan for several epochs as a supreme forbidden monster capable of crushing all ages!

The Other Shore Heavenly Ladder ranking, the undisputed number one!