Night fell like a curtain descending upon the world, bringing a deceptive calm to the vast desert that stretched endlessly in all directions. The crescent moon appeared on the horizon, casting a dim light over the expanse of sand that glimmered like silver dust under its pale gaze.The night sky was crystal clear, without a single cloud marring its perfect darkness, as if nature was watching over the movements of the humans below. Stars twinkled like countless eyes observing the unfolding drama, their cold light offering no warmth to those who walked beneath them.However, this tranquility was not felt by the Taoist cultivators who were still busy searching for the location where the Black Bat King's inheritance was hidden. Their hearts raced with greed and anticipation, driving them forward despite the growing darkness that surrounded them like a living thing.An odd, yet amusing, incident occurred amidst the crowd of cultivators scattered across the desert like white ants. As each o

Driven by greed and the desire not to be left behind in the race for treasure, nineteen figures from the Pure Sky Sect decided to descend to the bottom of the Abyss of Suffering. Their white robes billowed in the wind like funeral shrouds, a prophetic symbol of the fate that awaited them in the darkness below.A tense and competitive atmosphere hung thickly among them like a suffocating fog. The bone chilling wind added to the tension, but the greed of the cultivators was far stronger than their fear of the unknown dangers lurking in the abyss.The nineteen cultivators jostled to descend through the only rope available, pushing and shoving like starving dogs fighting over scraps. The rope looked fragile, its fibers fraying under the strain, but none of them cared about the obvious danger.They were too preoccupied with the treasure that might await them below. Visions of ancient manuals and legendary techniques danced in their minds, blinding them to reason and caution.Flashback to a

Hearing the praise that flowed like sweet wine, Fan Liu smiled broadly with satisfaction. His nose grew larger with pride, as if he were about to fly from the overwhelming sense of accomplishment that filled his chest.For a long time, Fan Liu had always felt overshadowed by Duan Meng in the sect hierarchy. This made him a little jealous and unhappy with Duan Meng, harboring resentment that festered like a wound.Tonight, he was the center of attention from this small group, basking in their admiration. So of course Fan Liu was extremely happy, his ego swelling like a balloon ready to burst."This is just ordinary skill, nothing special really. Pindao can't be compared to Elder Duan Meng, who has so much experience and wisdom!" Fan Liu spoke with false modesty that fooled no one who knew him well.Fan Liu bowed, appearing very humble on the surface. But deep down, he was incredibly proud, his heart singing with triumph and vindication.Therefore, with confidence bordering on recklessn

Without hesitation born of countless battles, he drew his sword from its scabbard with a metallic hiss. With a swift motion that blurred the air around him, the sword shot forward as one of the zombies lunged toward him at an unexpected speed that defied natural laws.TSING! As Fan Liu's sword neared the zombie with its blade gleaming under moonlight, he realized the truth that chilled his blood. The recognition struck him like lightning, freezing his movements for a fatal instant."This... this..." Fan Liu shouted, fear gripping him like icy hands around his throat. "This zombie is Elder Duan Meng who ventured down before us. It seems he's already dead and risen as undead!" he added, swinging the Pure Sky Sect sword with full force born of desperation.TRANG!"His hands are as hard as steel?" Fan Liu stared in disbelief, his mouth wide open in shock. The impact sent vibrations up his arm that shook him to his very bones, making his sword hand numb.After his second resurrection under

"Qi Yu, who is that person dressed in black on stage with such commanding presence? Why did you tell us not to make a sound or draw attention? Is something urgent happening?" asked Rong Tian, his eyes fixed intently on the mysterious figure standing on stage like a statue carved from shadows.He studied the all black clad figure with suspicion that grew with each passing moment. In his heart, he sneered with contempt that burned like cold fire, recognizing the deception before him."Is this the so called Black Bat King they've been talking about with such fear and reverence? His robe and armor look fake, cheap imitations that would fool only the ignorant! That's not spiritual armor forged with ancient techniques, like the one I obtained in the Abyss of Conjuring through trials of blood and spirit.""It seems someone wants to take the stage, disguised as the Black Bat King to deceive these fools. The audacity of this impostor knows no bounds!" His thoughts raced as anger began building