Chapter 1366: Chapter 524: Welcome the Ghost Lamp Guardian God!

"Clan Leader, everything is prepared, the ritual can officially begin."

On the altar, a servant, half-hidden in the darkness, spoke respectfully, showing a pair of black eyes.

Night Roufeng nodded and turned to the person beside him:

"Shu, the usual rule, you handle it."

"Yes."

Ye Shu, with a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly, accustomed to it.

The woman at her side understood, her tail swept, quickly jumping into the air.

"Oooo——"

A low horn sounded, the clang of war drums, accompanied by dazzling bloody fireworks roaring.

In the midst of the long night, three moons of the Nether Moon cold and distant, the moonlight they shed seemed even brighter.

"Kneel."

Night Shu’s gentle voice quietly turned, sweeping the heavens and earth with her deep black pupil’s majesty, brooking no dispute.

Instantly, within and outside the Without-Sun City, from vassals to Night Family members, one after another dropped to their knees.

"Bang!"

A group of young boys and girls, dressed in glass-like attire, with black hair and black eyes, radiant with spirits, followed suit.

Among them, the oldest was no more than thirty years old, while the youngest had just awakened to their authority a few days ago, yet to face the trial of the night.

However, they all bore the title of "Young King".

At the first rank, they already had B-Class authority, destined to become the backbone of the family given time.

"Bang!"

A hundred meters away, another group of more mature Night Family members, aged from hundreds to thousands, orderly knelt together.

They weren’t all Young Kings; some had less talent, but their accomplishments thus far were unaffected.

The lowest rank among them was rank six, the highest was rank eight, joining the ranks of the Elders.

"Finally, the day has come..."

Ye Ming stared tightly at the altar, as he knelt, the Demon King beside him let out a deep roar, as if suppressing its emotions.

As the first Young Emperor born in the New Era’s Second Epoch after the catastrophe, he spent nine thousand years to ascend through nine ranks, now standing in the Saint Realm. In terms of status and power, few in the clan could match him.

However, who could understand the significance of this moment?

From childhood to present, stretching over a hundred thirty thousand years, the family’s ancient and glorious legends echoed repeatedly in his ears.

He’d effortlessly memorized the family’s founding and its major crises.

The turning point of destiny—it’s coming!

For the past nine thousand years, his life only revolved around the Ghost Lamp.

Unlike the previous Young Emperors, unable to travel the heavens, see the world’s heroes, and behold the world’s wonders.

Ye Ming was uncertain whether his current strength was superior or inferior compared to other Divine Clans.

But the Clan Leader once said, when the Clock of the Era strikes, and the epochs change, whether it’s the Ming Lamp Night Clan or other tribes residing in the Ghost Lamp, all will face the judgment of fate, determining their future existence.

Battle... it’s coming!

This is no longer a personal battle, nor a team fight among a few, but a life-or-death gamble rooted in the clan, facing the heavens and myriad worlds with the Abyss as the battleground!

Ultimately, the victor is king; the defeated perishes, adhering to the eternal law of natural competition!

"Crack!"

At this thought, Ye Ming cracked his knuckles, the fighting spirit in his chest almost turning into flames, burning fiercely.

"Brother, we are excited too!"

There were four others standing with Ye Ming, with two already breaking through the seventh rank, formally crowned.

The other two were still Young Emperors, relatively young, one handsome, and the other charming.

They didn’t have Ye Ming’s wild fighting desire, but similarly, a faint pride flowed in their brows.

Their growth from weak to strong not only relied on their talent but on every choice and every experience.

They are the absolute potential seeds of the Ming Lamp Night Clan; the more prosperous the clan, the broader their stage.

"Bang!"

The four knelt heavily on the ground along with Ye Ming.

Then, Ye Shu’s voice sounded:

"I know most of you were born in this epoch and have never seen a truly grand scene, lacking in experience, perhaps feeling uneasy... this is all normal."

"Our Ming Lamp Night Clan, from the tenth epoch of Ancient Era to the Second Epoch of New Era, has passed down for a hundred thirty thousand years. Speaking of ancient heritage, few Divine Clans among the heavens and myriads of worlds can compare with us."

"Perhaps this crisis is truly severe, threatening extinction."

"But we have done all we can do, the rest is nothing more than fighting with our lives..."

Ye Shu’s steady tone smoothly passed over the prefaces, then got straight to the point:

"Now—— the Great Sacrifice officially begins!"

"First bow to the "Asura King", His blood flows in your veins, the Ancestor’s name and divine might are unmatched!"

"Bang!!"

The Without-Sun City trembled, a hundred thousand beings bowed together, the scene was naturally grand.

"Second bow to the "Belly Death God", Shitian Ancestor with resolute belief sacrificed everything to prove the Crown Rank!"

"Without Him, your existence would be impossible. At the epoch’s beginning, the Ghost Lamp would have been swept clean by powerful enemies!"

As Ye Shu’s voice fell, the Without-Sun City trembled again.

Whether it was elderly with wrinkles or tiger-headed children, the gleaming light in their eyes carried the same weight of awe.

"Third bow to the "Blood Witch God", the Ancestor of Blood Witch formed an alliance with the Night Clan, fighting for the Ghost Lamp since His proof of the Way. Throughout His life, bleeding and suffering... He is a respectable Witch God, Night family members must never forget His grace!"