Night of Despair

Chapter 367 - 367 365 calculations One

?Chapter 367: 365 calculations One Chapter 367: 365 calculations One “Yes… Once the seal is broken, the monsters from the Spirit Disaster and Black Disaster could erupt at any moment. We indeed can’t wait any longer.” Yu Hong nodded.

The crisis was about to erupt, but fortunately, the day after tomorrow would mark the end of the strengthening of the Black Mark and also the day when the elder Quan He would approximately have his body remolded.

As long as they could hold on during this period, they would have plenty of strong reinforcements by then.

“In that case.” Yu Hong pondered for a moment, “I’ll immediately go out and start the Spirit Light integration and redistribution. Afterwards, I’ll directly go to Zihe Palace to check, and let Mr. Qing take care of things here first.”

“No, it’s too dangerous. Even though you are strong and talented, the entire Zihe Palace there is also…” Yu Mo firmly refused.

“Master, listen to me, I am just going to confirm the disaster situation there from a distance. This will allow us to make specific arrangements based on our judgment! Only then can we know if our preparations have any effect and whether they can hold up!” Yu Hong earnestly said.

“But this… it’s too dangerous, even Zihe Palace has fallen into it… Ku Chan has disappeared without a trace… you..!” Yu Mo still wanted to persuade, but was stopped by Yu Hong raising his hand.

“Master, do you think I am the kind of person who would take risks for people I am not familiar with? Although Zihe Palace has helped us, it’s not worth such a sacrifice from me.” Yu Hong solemnly said.

“Sigh… hurry back soon!” Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Yu Hong, Yu Mo fell silent for a moment and could only reluctantly instruct.

“Rest assured…”

Yu Hong patted his Daoist robe and walked towards the exit.

Soon, he stepped onto the platform from the side, whispered a few words to Master Yu Hen, who was continuously introducing the future prospects of the Spirit Light Mutual Aid Alliance, and then took over the microphone from Yu Hen’s hand.

The meeting was interrupted midway, hundreds of people looked here with some confusion.

Holding the microphone, Yu Hong scanned the surroundings.

“Ladies and gentlemen… I am Zheng Rou, the Alliance Hierarch of the Mutual Aid Alliance and the current Temple Master of Qingchen Temple, Yu Hong. Master Yu Hen has just about finished introducing the benefits of the Spirit Light Secret Technique. Now, I will talk about the drawbacks. After discussing the drawbacks, everyone can decide for themselves whether to join us and become one family!”

He then straightforwardly spoke about the serious side effect of being completely bound after practicing the Spirit Light Secret Technique.

Then, without waiting for the uproar from the ordinary people around, he raised his hand again.

“Due to unforeseen circumstances, I have decided to proceed directly to the last item of the meeting, the Spirit Light Integration. This time, the integration of Spirit Light will bring specific tiered enhancements to everyone. For specific tiers, you may inquire in detail from the alliance’s representatives…”

Hiss.

A stream of silver Spirit Light suddenly shone from his raised right hand.

“Now, please connect your wills with mine once again… we help each other, united as one!”

“Heaven does not help me, I help myself!”

Yu Hong declared loudly.

Buzz!!

Instantly, silver Spirit Light slowly lit up from most of the magicians sitting in the surrounding stadium.

Hiss!!

At the same time, under the astonished gaze of the audience, a silk thread of silver Spirit Light from everyone flew out, converging towards Yu Hong from all directions.

The silver threads from all sides quickly condensed into a glaringly brilliant silver light source in the palm of Yu Hong.

The light source was like a miniature sun, too dazzling to look directly at.

At this moment, the progress of everyone’s Spirit Light cultivation was stacked together, merged into one, causing the overall strength of Spirit Light to climb once more.

If there were specific numerical values, this integration would have increased the intensity of the Spirit Light in Yu Hong’s hand by eighty percent.

“Go.” Yu Hong whispered softly.

Instantly, the small silver sun in his hand abruptly dispersed, turning into countless silver threads, silently returning the original path, flying back into the bodies of their original owners.

In that instant, some magicians began to feel slightly perplexed.

Because they only felt a slight enhancement of Spirit Light, different from what they had expected, but others experienced massive increases, far beyond their previous expectations.

“For specific details on the tiered enhancement of Spirit Light, please inquire individually. I have an urgent matter, so I will leave the venue first.”

Yu Hong left a message, then hastily exited the stage.

Before leaving, he saw Master Yu Hen already animatedly discussing the sharing of the Spirit Light Secret Technique with leaders from various places.

It seemed that the disaster at Zihe Palace had not yet spread widely; otherwise, these people wouldn’t be so unhurried.

Yu Hong quickly left the stadium, and Qing Huang had already pulled up in the car waiting outside.

“Alliance Hierarch, I will accompany you to take a look.” Qing Huang spoke sternly.

“No need, you need to stay here and hold down Taizhou, our main base.” Yu Hong refused. “The area where Zihe Palace is located is relatively remote. Although it hasn’t yet affected the populous cities for the time being, the situation is not optimistic. Our location is also close to two previous Yin Qi Sky Pillars, so the situation is not too favorable.”

“But Alliance Hierarch, if we encounter people from the Seven Evil Alliance…” Qing Huang hesitated.

“Speak frankly!” Yu Hong frowned.

“It’s like this, one of the Seven Evils, Wu Shaoyuan, has shown favor to me, so, if we encounter him, could you possibly…” Qing Huang pleaded reluctantly.

Only he, who had genuinely crossed fists and been instantly defeated, knew what terrifying things Yu Hong hid in his arsenal.

He didn’t believe that the Seven Evils could defeat Yu Hong in a solo fight. Unless Sect Leader Long Qingzi personally arrived, otherwise…

“Depending on the situation, if he doesn’t cause much trouble, I might consider your request.” Yu Hong nodded. “Alright, get out of the car.”

“Sure!” Qing Huang quickly exited the driver’s seat.

Yu Hong took the driver’s seat, started the car, and the vehicle accelerated, swiftly speeding away into the distance.

Qing Huang watched him leave until the tail lights were out of sight.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion from behind him in the stadium.

One after another, phones began ringing.

On the other end of the line, there was either anxious pleading, crying, or solemn admonitions and reminders.

Every magician who answered the phone first responded with disbelief, but as the contents of the calls received by people around were largely similar, gradually, their expressions began to change.

And all the calls had only one content…

Which was…

Zihe Palace was in trouble, and the surrounding mountain ranges, including four Earth Level city areas, experienced large-scale wild animal riots and attacks.

Many wild creatures panicked and fled from the deep mountains, causing accidental injuries to human settlements on the outskirts.

According to official Magician inspections, it was discovered that around the former site of Zihe Palace, within a radius of forty kilometers, was completely shrouded in grey-black mist. Electromagnetic signals could neither enter nor leave.

The military had already dispatched, together with official Magicians and Magicians sent by Taoist Sect, to establish a large-scale blockade.

All these circumstances indicate one fact.

That is… the third-ranked Zihe Palace among the Nine Sects…. may have already….

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In the mist.

On the mountainside of the ruins of Zihe Palace.

A figure drenched in blood, laboriously stepping towards the mountain.

The figure was wearing a tight biker outfit, which was torn everywhere, and fresh blood was seeping through.

In his hand, he held a dark red long sword engraved with simple yet elegant patterns.

The guard was also carved with the delicate head of a golden-red phoenix, and the blade extended from the phoenix’s open beak.

“I’m here…. finally… here. Dad… Mom…. Ying’er…. you all… wait for me!”

The figure raised his head, revealing Ku Chan’s indomitable visage, blurred with flesh and blood.

He was ambushed by the Sect Leader of the Blood Eye Sect, one of the Seven Evils, with a Talisman Array and they fought fiercely for more than ten hours. After both sides exhausted their aces, he finally managed to inflict severe injuries and repel them.

But facing such a high-level opponent, he couldn’t possibly come out unscathed, as he too suffered serious injuries.

If it were only that, but on the way back, after entering the mist-locked mountains, he continually encountered a large number of unconscious bodies roaming everywhere.

These bodies were invulnerable to blades and guns, extremely fast, and carried lethal poisons, similar to zombies.

After dealing with a large number of bodies, Ku Chan encountered three consecutive humanoid golden armored Spirit Disasters with dragon heads.

Relying on the power of the Dao Artifact, Chi Xiao Sword, he forcibly crushed the Spirit Disasters, but his injuries had also reached an unbearable level….

Ku Chan took a deep breath, summoned his Dao Breath, quickened his steps, using the Chi Xiao Sword as a mountaineering staff, to support his body and continue climbing upwards.

Another ten or so minutes passed.

He finally reached the large door of the Taoist Palace groups of Zihe Palace, a place he was once incredibly familiar with and had seen countless times since childhood.

The familiar grey-white square door had already shattered into pieces, scattered on the ground.

The entrance was wide open, and from the outside looking in, one could see bloodstains everywhere, broken walls and ruins, desolate.

Ku Chan bit his lip, his body trembling as he saw this scene.

He paused for a moment, sped up forward, and stepped into the gateway.

“Dad….”

“Mom….”

“Ying’er…?”

His steps quickened more and more, becoming more urgent.

He crossed the damaged corridors, passed through the collapsed Taoist Palace, and walked over a small lake filled with broken floating debris.

Eventually, he reached the last stand of Zihe Palace—the Bull Horn Taoist Palace.

This Taoist Palace, shaped like a bull’s head, was now completely silent, with bodies lying haphazardly everywhere inside.

Ku Chan’s trembling intensified.

He forcefully suppressed the immense pain in his heart, step by step, moving forward.

The first person he saw was his father, the Taoist Yu Qin.

Yu Qin was bisected at the waist, his upper body holding a sword, eyes wide open with anger, collapsed to the ground.

Blood mixed with viscera flowed from his waist, already cold.

Ku Chan’s body shook, and his eyes blurred for a moment. Despite anticipating what he would find, seeing it now was still….

He opened his mouth, immense sorrow washed over him like an ocean, completely filling his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

He stepped forward, reached out, gently smoothed and closed his father’s wide eyes.

Then he stood up and continued forward.

Next, he saw his mother.

Her body was trampled into a mash, with only her head remaining, full of anger, lying to the side, eyes glaring, as if she were screaming something.

He went over and closed her eyes too.

By now his tears had wet his face, dripping onto the hem of his tattered Daoist robe.

His body also began to shake slightly.

Then there was… Ying’er.

Ying’er knelt on the ground, her corpse still relatively intact, only the torso had a giant hole the size of a human head.

Ku Chan slowly walked up to the body.

He bowed his head, the sword blade drooping, the powerless sword tip piercing the ground. He reached out again to touch….

“Wait, no! This isn’t Ying’er! This is the Purple Cloud Substitute Technique!”

Suddenly his expression changed, and with a gentle push, Ying’er’s corpse instantly shattered, like porcelain, turning into ash and scattering across the ground.