Chapter 834: The Golden Masked Hero was Ambushed! (4)

"Ten of these degenerates..." Yue Qingshuang muttered bitterly, golden mask glinting under the blood-red moons. "How flattering."

The assault exploded in a storm of pure, unhinged war.

CLINK!

Death Sickle God howled with laughter as he swung his massive blood-dripping sickle, unleashing a roaring tidal wave of screaming enslaved Immortals.

Vileblood Sovereign spat thick, sizzling streams of corrupting blood.

Silent Abyss Walker erased chunks of space with cold indifference, while Boneflame Tyrant charged like a mad bull, his burning skeletal armor detonating in waves of white-hot hellfire.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Yue Qingshuang blurred desperately through the mess, but corrosive blood splattered across his shoulder as his undead shield finally collapsed with a wretched screech.

"Argh!... You disgusting pack of cum-stained freaks!"

"EAT THIS!" Ssa’vethra lunged like venomous lightning, her claws tearing through his remaining barrier. Her razor-tipped tail slashed viciously across Yue Qingshuang’s back, ripping deep, burning gashes that hissed and smoked with poison.

"Does it hurt, you pathetic masked wretch?!" she moaned with delight, her legs still trembling from earlier. "That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to your soul, you self-righteous hypocrite!"

Grudge Weaver’s black threads snaked around his limbs like perverted lovers, tightening sadistically with every twitch.

Soulreaver Matron cackled like a broken whore while chanting, trying to hijack his own undead servants.

Yue Qingshuang fought back savagely, unleashing waves of golden soul-light that incinerated hundreds of spirits in brilliant explosions. But the onslaught was merciless. Blood poured from multiple wounds. His breathing turned ragged and desperate.

He was barely holding on.

Ssa’vethra’s reptilian maw twisted into a brutal, lustful grin as she watched him bleed. "Struggle harder, Golden Ghost! Your screams are going to be the sweetest music this empress has heard in centuries, you murdering maniac! You claim to eradicate evil, but what did my beloved husband ever do to deserve death?!"

Yue Qingshuang’s face darkened with fury and exhaustion. He glared at the floating Lizard Empress, his back burning like molten lava.

"Your husband, you delusional cum-dumpster... tried to rape me in the middle of the night, you blind bitch!"

"!!"

The entire battlefield seemed to freeze for a heartbeat.

Ssa’vethra’s golden eyes widened in pure shock. "What?! Impossible! My husband didn’t like men!"

Yue Qingshuang exhaled tiredly, quickly scanning the horizon. ’Still no sign of that monster... Good’. A cold, cunning glint flashed in his eyes.

He had bought enough time.

Suddenly, he slammed his foot into the empty air, tearing space apart with a violent crack. A glowing divine staff materialized in his grasp, radiating blinding light.

"Careful-!" someone shouted, but it was far too late.

Yue Qingshuang raised the staff high, his voice booming across the Starry Death Valley like thunder wrapped in silk and venom:

"O Great Spirit of Reincarnation, Sovereign of the Final Silence, Ruler of Bones and Eternal Rest... I, offer you this blood-soaked battlefield as tribute! Grant me your power! Let the fallen rise and serve as my blades! Fulfill your ancient pact with this humble one... Rise and devour them all!"

BAAAAANG!!!

The staff erupted with blinding radiance, like a second sun born from hell itself. The light pierced through the eternal rain and black clouds, illuminating the entire ravine in screaming crimson brilliance.

In the next instant, the earth trembled violently.

Countless corpses buried deep within the Starry Death Valley and across the Weeping Void Empire began clawing their way out, from thousands to millions. Skeletal hands burst through mud and black water. Rotten demons, fallen warriors, and ancient beasts rose with glowing eyes, answering the call.

Even deep within her sorrowful castle, the Night Empress stirred.

"What... is this desecration?" she whispered, her ancient, grief-filled enchanting eyes narrowing toward the blinding light.

Rustle~~

In a flicker of shadow, the Night Empress appeared high above the battlefield like a melancholic goddess of eternal night.

What greeted her was a scene of utter catastrophe.

The Starry Death Valley was collapsing. The ravine, unable to withstand the collision of hundreds of millions of undead warriors fighting, dying, and plummeting back into its depths, was crumbling violently.

The sky had become a vicious green sea lit by countless glowing eyes, driven by mad red sparks and explosions as weapons clashed. Shockwaves from the battle in the center vaporized everything for thousands of miles, mutating the land and causing even more undead to rise in the distance.

It was the beginning of an apocalypse.

The Night Empress hovered silently, her long, silky black hair cascading like midnight rivers, streaked with striking golden strands that caught the bloody moonlight.

A delicate silver chain veil covered the lower half of her exquisite face, shimmering with dangling crystals and chains.

Her left eye burned a deep, sorrowful crimson, while her right eye had shifted into a haunting dark blue, as if reflecting the endless grief within her.

She wore an ornate dark kimono-like gown embroidered with silver and gold patterns that seemed to weep starlight.

"Stop this..." she murmured, her rich, blood-crimson lips trembling beneath the veil.

No answer came from the sky.

Her delicate hands clenched into fists.

The necromancers and their ilk had grown far too bold. Under the previous Great Lord of Samsara, such power was strictly controlled. But the new lord, ever since his wife’s disappearance, had turned a blind eye to the surge in forbidden arts, soul refining, wraith manipulation, decay, and life extraction.

Feeling her silent plea ignored, the Night Empress’s expression grew heavier with sorrow.

"It seems... you leave me no choice."

With a single graceful wave of her hand, the eternal night over her domain shattered.

The sun rose, overshadowing moon.

"Verse I... ’The World That Awoke Smiling.’"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried across the battlefield like the first breath of creation.

In that instant, the world remembered its most hopeful morning. Mountains stood tall once more. Rivers sang with renewed life. Wounds closed beautifully. Broken weapons regained their prime. Exhausted warriors felt refreshed, as if it were their very first day of existence.

Yue Qingshuang’s eyes widened in shock as he sensed the oppressive yet enchanting presence in the distance. "That power... She truly is the one who witnessed the origin... Night Empress!"

Death Sickle God ignored Yue Qingshuang for a moment, feeling his rotten body rejuvenated.

His skeletal jaw clacked in panic. "Use this chance, you idiots! Stop her now, or none of us are leaving this place alive!"

Gritting his teeth, he hurled his massive blood-dripping sickle toward her with all his strength. The other ten Quasi-Transcendents followed suit, launching a devastating barrage of attacks.

But the Night Empress remained unmoved.

"Verse II... ’The Light That Refused to Dim.’"

A stubborn golden flame ignited behind her, forming a radiant crown of dawn light. No night could claim it. No shadow could devour it, for dawn itself had sworn to live forever.

BANG!

The combined assault, sickle, corrupting blood, erasing voids, hellfire, venom, and hatred chains, all weakened midway, losing momentum and purpose as if the story itself refused to let them conclude.

Hiss~

The sickle spun helplessly before plummeting into the deep ravine below.

The Night Empress’s dual-colored eyes remained calm, yet filled with ancient melancholy.

She had transcended long ago, not through cultivation or combat, but by accident. While exploring a sealed primordial realm, she had discovered an ancient cave wall inscribed with the very first story of existence, the Eternal Dawn Saga.

She had read the verses of hope, renewal, and infinite potential... but never witnessed its ending...

That incomplete tale had merged with her being.

She became the living tale that refused to reach its final line.