Chapter 150: Enshrouded in Black Mist
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This shocking news spread rapidly, and the most alarmed by it was undoubtedly the imperial court of the Great Qing Nation.
Upon learning that an evil cultivator was within his territory, attempting to sacrifice an entire city to demonic entities, the Emperor, seated on his high throne, flew into a rage. Without hesitation, he summoned the Nation-Guarding General.
“General Yuan, the lives of those in Huangwu City are in your hands,” the Emperor declared solemnly to the mighty Yuan Tong.
“Rest assured, Your Majesty. I shall depart for Huangwu City immediately,” Yuan Tong responded as soon as he understood the gravity of the situation.
“Your Majesty, I too would like to accompany General Yuan and assist him,” said Lu Hengshi, the Headmaster of Silver Moon Academy, stepping forward to volunteer.
“Granted,” the Emperor nodded.
“Your Majesty, I am also willing to go!”
Soon, more officials and ministers stepped forward, eagerly volunteering to accompany General Yuan and combat the evil cultivators.
It wasn’t that these officials weren’t afraid of death — they were — but they also recognized the immense opportunity at hand. While dangerous, this was a rare chance to make great merit and establish a legacy.
With Yuan Tong, the Nation-Guarding General, leading the expedition, the truly dangerous enemies would naturally be handled by him. Moreover, since an entire city was being used for a demonic ritual, the experts from the Qinling Sect were sure to intervene — perhaps even before Yuan Tong had a chance to act.
Qinling was undoubtedly the strongest force in the region. Who wouldn’t want to use this opportunity to build connections with them? Especially for the sake of their own disciples, potentially securing a place in the sect.
As expected, Qinling received the news almost immediately. Normally, they would dispatch a standard Dao Realm cultivator to deal with such matters, unless the enemy’s strength was unclear.
But this time, one of the top three elders of Qinling, a Supreme Elder himself, decided to act personally.
Outsiders were thrown into panic, fearing this signaled an all-out war between Qinling and the evil cultivators. However, those in the know remained calm — the elder wasn’t mobilizing to purge evil, but to rescue his own grandson, who was currently inside a secret realm in Huangwu City.
At the City Lord’s Mansion in Huangwu, an old man who looked like he was on the brink of death had taken control, becoming the true master of the mansion. Even the young city lord, Ye Bufan, was kneeling obediently before him.
A closer look revealed Ye Bufan’s vacant gaze — clearly under soul control.
Not just Ye Bufan; anyone within the mansion who resisted had already become puppets under the old man’s control.
Despite this major upheaval, few in Huangwu City knew what was truly happening. Life among the major powers and sects continued as normal — after all, who would imagine that the city lord’s mansion had been taken over so effortlessly?
But of course, this peace was only temporary. It wouldn’t be long before even ordinary citizens noticed the change.
A black demonic aura had already begun to enshroud Huangwu City. Though the grand formation wasn’t fully activated, it had started to slowly drain the souls of ordinary people — a process too subtle for most to notice.
Sun Qianyi, one of the strongest spirit masters in the city and a peak fourth-grade True Spirit Master, had exited the secret realm early. Yet even he hadn’t sensed anything wrong, simply waiting for updates from the academy.
“It’s about time.”
“The secret realm should be ending soon.”
“Come forth!”
“After setting such a grand trap, it’s finally time to spring it.”
High atop the city lord’s palace, the old man stood in a pavilion, looking up at the twisted sky. A hint of anticipation gleamed in his eyes.
Anyone who saw him now would immediately recognize him — he was the one who had spread the news about the secret realm’s appearance and sent Ye Chenxing to this city. All of it had been part of a carefully laid death trap.
He intended to sacrifice every powerful spirit master, true spirit master, and even half-step Dao Realm cultivator who arrived — all for his demonic weapon.
Sure enough, not long after he whispered to himself, a surge of energy erupted from a corner of the city.
More bursts followed, though they were subtle — only those within a few meters could feel them.
It was nighttime. Most people were asleep, and these energy sources were in remote areas, so no one noticed anything amiss.
As the energy surged, the black demonic mist hidden in the yellow haze above the city began to resonate with it. A special grand formation began to activate.
These secluded areas, now glowing with black light, were inhabited by the city’s poorest — ordinary citizens, many of whom weren’t cultivators at all.
As the formation activated, black light swirled and expanded like a vortex. In its path, inanimate objects were unaffected, but any living thing — insects, ants, livestock, poultry — was instantly drained of all blood and flesh.
The black vortex moved slowly but kept growing. The more blood it absorbed, the more lethal it became.
“My god!”
“Is this… some kind of nightmare?”
A middle-aged man, awakened by the urge to pee, stepped outside and spotted the approaching vortex. Curious and slightly unnerved, he edged closer — only to be pulled in the moment the black mist touched him.
He screamed in terror, but the sound was drowned by the vortex’s devouring roar. Within seconds, his body was completely dissolved — not even bones remained, only a trace of ash.
This horrific scene repeated itself across the city’s corners. Most citizens remained clueless that death had already arrived.
Hovering above the city, the old man’s empty eyes gleamed with blood-red light. Suspended in mid-air, he grinned eerily as the vortex expanded, feeding on flesh and blood.
“It’s begun.”
“Tremble, you pitiful lives!”
The old man sneered, his gaze shifting to another part of the city. There, the ground was cracking — something massive was forcing its way out.
BOOM!
With a deafening explosion, the ground split open. A golden light shot into the sky as a temporal vortex formed.
The loud blast drew attention. Spirit masters nearby began to converge on the area, alarmed and ready for battle.
