Prologue 1

Ten Thousand Gods Mountain.

Flying sand and rocks cover the sky and the sun.

The huge cyclone spreads out from the bottomless sinkhole, like a bloody mouth, opening its mouth to swallow everything.

Everyone had to use spiritual power or magical weapons to stabilize their bodies. The weaker ones were immediately blown away by the strong wind and howled without knowing where to go. The survivors tried their best to see clearly the scene in the chaos.

Even the cyclonic sand and gravel that covered the sky and the ground could not cover up the black mist that emerged from the huge pit like a fountain and surged outside.

However, these arrogant and domineering black fogs, like trapped beasts, can only flap repeatedly within a limited range.

Not far away, points and lines connected to form a glowing red circle, which just happened to contain the black mist and prevent it from crossing the thunder pool even half a step.

Compared with the black fog, the red light is soft and shimmering, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

But it never dies.

Six people, separated by six red circles.

Either they form a seal with their hands, or they hold a weapon, and a surging white light forms all over their body, fighting against the black mist.

These six people are all the top masters in the world, the masters among masters, the unattainable pinnacle of the world.

Everyone has the cultivation to become an immortal and ascend in the daytime.

But now, some of them were frowning, and some were sweating on their foreheads.

The candles hanging in front of each person were also flickering, flickering on and off.

Outside the red circle, the people helping to build the formation were equally nervous.

"There will be no problem with this Liuhe Candle Sky Formation, right? Why do I think the light in the southeast corner is a little weak?"

"Probably not. That's Haishan, the director of the Kunlun Sword Sect. If he can't withstand it, it won't help the rest of us!"

"I hope they can completely seal the abyss, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous..."

This is a battle that affects all people in the world.

Once the abyss barrier is completely broken, all the demons will break through the seal and come out, and the world will never be the same again.

Only the Liuhe Candle Heaven Formation can prevent this from happening.

The premise is that no one can make mistakes.

Boom!

Rumble!

The ground trembled and rocks collapsed.

"what happened!"

"Sect Master Ren! Over there at Ren Haishan!"

The sharp eyes of those who were struggling to hold on outside saw the light around Ren Haishan suddenly skyrocket and then dim in an instant.

The next moment, his figure was swallowed up by the black mist that was like the flowing wind, too fast for anyone to react.

The Liuhe Candle Sky Formation that lost a corner was on the verge of collapse.

"No! The head of the Dugu family can't support it anymore!"

"Master, Qi Zhenren's formation has collapsed!"

The lights at the six corners went out one after another.

The red light also continued to dim.

In the end there is only one light left!

Candlelights abound!

The red light suddenly rises!

"It's the lamp of Lord Nine Directions!"

"Can he hold on!"

"Quick, let's go up and help!"

"Stabilize all six corners!"

"It's too late...ah!!!"

The roar was instantly blown away by the strong wind!

The black mist suddenly exploded and spread in all directions, like countless tentacles quickly extending to the ground. The demons who were free of restraints scrambled to escape.

There is no light from the sun and the moon, and the sky and the earth lose their color!

In the dark mist, the only remaining fruit and the hope of countless people were flickered by the candlelight.

The only perseverance is destined to go through hardships, pains and hard work.

That was the longest quarter of an hour in the world.

No one knows how stressful it is for the only formation holder to support a formation that should be guarded by six people.

No one knows whether he is still conscious at this moment.

Jiu Fang, who was always considered to be the number one master in the world, behaved erratically on weekdays, and was criticized and criticized by people from Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and even the Demon Sect. Several turmoils were all related to this.

But at this moment, no one doesn't want him to live, or even live well.

There is only this one left in the Liuhe Candle Sky Formation——

candlelight!

Suddenly extinguished!

The sky was overwhelming, and darkness swallowed everything.

All living things have not heard a sound.

The mountain of corpses and bones will disappear in an instant.

The battle at Wanshen Mountain ended with the monks being defeated miserably.

From then on, the gate of the abyss opened, and all the demons came out, spreading widely in the world, and the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain became a passage between the two worlds.

The world calls it the Nine-Chongyuan.

Prologue 2

Fifty years later.

Zhang Mu.

This name and qualifications are as ordinary as his sect.

I entered Taoism at the age of ten and have been in Taoism for more than 20 years. To put it mildly, it is step-by-step and down-to-earth, but to say the worst——

Just accomplishing nothing.

Our martial arts practice follows Taoism, using long spears and double-edged weapons as weapons. Zhang Mu chose the long spear when he started, but his marksmanship stopped at the fifth level, and he couldn't even advance to the sixth level.

The most talented disciples in the sect have already broken through the eighth level, and using Qi combined with spears, they are invincible.

Zhang Mu knew his shortcomings, but he was unable to change the status quo.

Being born with talent is the greatest despair.

If he is content with the status quo and gets married and has children in two or three years, he can buy a few acres of land at the foot of the sect, cultivate and educate the family, and if his children are talented, he can be close to the water and send them to the sect to become apprentices.

But deep down in Zhang Mu's heart, he felt a little unwilling.

If you are gifted, who would want to be lost among others and be buried in this life?

After much thought and confusion, two or three years passed.

When his senior brother broke through the ninth level of marksmanship, Zhang Mu finally decided to give it a try.

He set out to leave the sect, bid farewell to his master in the name of experience, and headed for Huangquan.

The worlds of life and death are both vast, and the night platform in the underworld is where the resentful spirits are ferried.

The underworld is not the destination of death, but it is more terrifying than death.

Legend has it that the yin and yang here are chaotic, the souls of the dead are indistinct, and there is no distinction between day and night. There are only two endings for those who mistakenly enter this place.

Either leave and never return, or break through the mental barrier between life and death and reach a higher level.

But there are very few of the latter, and not even one has appeared in hundreds of years, while the former appears in endlessly.

There are practitioners and ordinary people who accidentally wander into it, and there are also people like Zhang Mu who are desperate.

Most of them were unable to leave Huangquan.

In the far southwest of the southwest, there is a gray river.

The river is gray, and you don't know what's in it. The fog never dissipates all year round. The further you go up the river, the thicker the fog becomes. Eventually, you become disoriented and lose track of where you are.
To be continued...