Nightmare Emerges, Xie Wujiu Half-God Half-Ghoul

His robe was stained with dust, his expression complex.

Lately, his days had not been easy.

Ever since Wang Hao's rise, Lin Wuwang—the Son of Destiny who was supposed to suppress an era, trample the Great Zhou, and prove his Dao in the Eastern Wasteland—found his fate cracked as if smashed by a hammer.

Wherever he went, bad luck followed.

Whatever he plotted, it ended in a loss.

Whenever he encountered an opportunity, it was emptied by Wang Hao beforehand.

When he wanted to act cool, he found the audience had already been recruited by Wang Hao.

When he wanted to explode out of adversity, Wang Hao directly registered the adversity as state-owned property.

Lin Wuwang once doubted his life.

But Xie Wujiu told him that the Mandate of Heaven remained.

As long as Wang Hao died, his fate would naturally return.

So Lin Wuwang followed him here.

Looking at the demonic mountain with rolling blood mist in front of him, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.

"Master, this place is..."

Xie Wujiu stopped in his tracks.

He turned back to look at Lin Wuwang.

In those old eyes, a trace of warmth actually surfaced.

"Wuwang."

"You are the disciple I value most in this life."

Lin Wuwang's heart relaxed slightly.

He had heard this sentence since he was a child.

He was born extraordinary.

The elder of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion said his fate reached the heavens.

Xie Wujiu said he was favored by the Heavenly Dao.

He once firmly believed that he was destined to ascend to the absolute peak.

Even if he repeatedly lost to Wang Hao, he felt it was just a tribulation.

How could a Son of Destiny not experience hardships?

"Master, rest assured."

Lin Wuwang gritted his teeth and said, "This disciple will definitely help Master slay Wang Hao and reorganize the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!"

Xie Wujiu looked at him.

After a moment of silence, he sighed softly.

"Good child."

"I really didn't misjudge you."

Lin Wuwang's heart warmed.

The next moment.

Xie Wujiu raised his hand and pressed it on his celestial spirit cover.

Boom!

Lin Wuwang's inner luck suddenly boiled.

Countless golden threads were forcibly extracted from his flesh, bones, meridians, and divine soul.

Lin Wuwang's face instantly turned pale.

"Master?!"

He looked at Xie Wujiu in disbelief.

"What are you doing?!"

Xie Wujiu's expression was calm.

"Borrowing your luck."

Lin Wuwang struggled.

But he couldn't move.

The secret technique of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion had already planted a foreshadowing in his body.

From the first day he acknowledged him as his master.

From the moment he swallowed the first spirit pill bestowed by the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

From the time he cultivated the first cultivation method of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

He had already been planted with the Life Sacrificing Technique by Xie Wujiu.

It was just that he didn't know.

The so-called Son of Luck.

In Xie Wujiu's eyes, he was never a disciple.

But a vessel favored by the Heavenly Dao.

It was a trump card that could be used to exchange for his life at the most critical moment.

Lin Wuwang's eyes widened.

"You... you want to sacrifice me?"

Xie Wujiu said indifferently, "It's not a sacrifice."

"It's a fulfillment."

"Wuwang, your fate has already been crushed by Wang Hao."

"If you live on, you will only become a joke."

"Since that's the case, why not return this luck to the Heavenly Dao."

"To help me reverse the universe."

Lin Wuwang trembled all over.

Fear, anger, absurdity, and despair frantically intertwined on his face.

He finally understood.

When Wang Hao scolded the Heavenly Secret Pavilion for being shameless, he might have scolded them too lightly.

"Xie Wujiu!"

Lin Wuwang roared.

"I respected you like a father!"

"You actually treat me as a sacrifice?!"

Xie Wujiu's eyes finally turned cold.

"Father?"

"This venerable one has no son."

"This venerable one only has the Dao."

Boom!

The ancient altar lit up.

The blood runes left behind by the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect woke up one by one like poisonous snakes that had slept for a thousand years.

The nine demonic mountains trembled at the same time.

Deep underground, a faint sleep-talking sound came.

That sound was very light.

But it made the entire world seem to fall into a nightmare.

Lin Wuwang's luck was extracted, turning into a golden pillar of heaven that rushed into the clouds.

At the same time, Xie Wujiu bit his glabella and cast the forbidden technique of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

"Heavenly Secret Secret Method."

"Borrowing Life to Cover the Heavens."

"With the Son of Destiny as a sacrifice."

"Deceiving the Heavenly Dao for an instant."

"Please, Heavenly Dao, bestow your favor and help me unseal!"

The success rate of this secret technique was extremely low.

Because the Heavenly Dao was not a fool.

Sacrificing the Son of Luck was essentially deceiving the heavens.

If one was not careful, the caster would be immediately struck by the backlash of the heavenly secret, their soul scattering.

But today was different.

Today, Xie Wujiu was lucky.

Not because his fate was good.

But because the Heavenly Dao hated Wang Hao.

Wang Hao cut off the God Burial Chains, touching the core seal of the God Burial Abyss, which had already made the will of heaven and earth alert.

Xie Wujiu represented the Heavenly Secret Pavilion and was once one of the proxies of the Heavenly Dao in the mortal realm.

At this moment, as he sacrificed Lin Wuwang, the Heavenly Dao actually gave him a trace of help.

Rumble!

Deep in the firmament, golden lightning vaguely flashed.

Wild joy surfaced on Xie Wujiu's old face.

"It's done!"

"Hahahaha!"

"The heavens are not destroying me!"

"Wang Hao, just you wait!"

"This venerable one still has a sliver of life!"

Lin Wuwang's body began to wither.

His luck was drained.

His flesh and blood were swallowed by the altar.

His divine soul was torn apart by the Crimson Moon seal.

He twitched all over from the pain, but his eyes were still full of disbelief.

"No..."

"I shouldn't die..."

"I am the Son of Luck..."

"How could I die here..."

"How could I die at the hands of my own master..."

Xie Wujiu looked down at him, his voice cold.

"Because you are already useless."

This sentence was sharper than a knife.

Lin Wuwang froze.

At the last moment, Wang Hao's face actually surfaced in his mind.

That Great Zhou Emperor he hated to the bone.

That tyrant who time and time again snatched his opportunities, broke his layouts, and destroyed his Dao heart.

He suddenly felt it was ridiculous.

It turned out that Wang Hao was never the most ruthless person.

The most ruthless was the master he had always bowed to, trusted, and followed.

"Xie Wujiu..."

Lin Wuwang cursed with his last bit of strength.

"You will die a more miserable death than me..."

Boom!

His body completely exploded.

Golden luck surged into the altar like a tide.

Deep in the Crimson Moon Demonic Mountain, the seal cracked.

The next instant.

The world darkened.

A blood moon slowly rose.

The blood moon hung high in the sky.

It wasn't that the moon in the sky had turned red.

But another moon squeezed into the mortal realm.

It was like a bleeding eye, suspended above the former site of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect.

Moonlight fell, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

The earth began to seep blood.

Countless wild grasses withered instantly, only to grow pale white flowers in the next instant.

The petals were not dewdrops.

But human tears.

The nine demonic mountains collapsed at the same time.

Deep in the seal, something woke up.

At that moment, countless powerhouses in the Eastern Wasteland looked up at the same time.

In some sealed mountain gates, the old ancestors in secluded cultivation suddenly opened their eyes and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

In the southern part of the Western Regions, certain fleeing remnants of the Crimson Moon Demonic Sect fell to their knees, scared out of their wits.

"Night Fiend..."

"The Night Fiend has come out!"

"Grandmaster, we've run so far, why did it still wake up?"

An old demon slapped his disciple's face.

"Shut up! Hurry up and pack your things to continue running!"

The disciple cried, "Master, if we run any further, we'll be in the sea!"

The old demon said angrily, "Then learn to swim!"

The former site of the Crimson Moon.

The seal completely cracked.

It wasn't an explosion.

But like a dream being torn apart.

Countless layers of double images appeared in reality.

The broken palace turned into the glorious Crimson Moon Demonic Palace of the past for a while, then into a ground full of corpses, and then into countless people sitting silently smiling at a banquet.

Xie Wujiu stood at the center of the altar.

Lin Wuwang had already disappeared.

Only a mass of golden luck that had not yet dispersed remained, wrapping around Xie Wujiu.

His aging body trembled.

Not out of fear.

But from excitement.

"Come out."

"Night Fiend."

"This venerable one has used the blood sacrifice of the Son of Heaven's Mandate to tear open your seal."

"You should thank me."

Deep underground, a massive shadow slowly rose.

It had no fixed form.

Sometimes it looked like a thousand-foot demon god.

Sometimes it resembled a black ocean.

And sometimes it appeared as a nightmare pieced together from countless human faces.

Every face was smiling.

Every face was crying.

Every face looked like a living creature it had once devoured.

The peak of a Level Nine Anomaly.

The main body of the Night Fiend.

The moment its aura appeared, the entire world began to distort.

Mountains and rocks fell into a deep slumber.

Rivers flowed backward into dreams.

Countless false stars appeared in the sky.

Within each star reflected a person's most terrifying memories.

Xie Wujiu also saw his own dream.

He saw his younger self kneeling before the mountain gate of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion.

He saw his master telling him that heaven's secrets could not be defied.

He saw himself catching his first glimpse of the Heavenly Dao's trajectory, trembling all over with excitement.

He saw Wang Hao standing on the battlefield in a bathrobe, casually saying, "Register it into the inventory."

Xie Wujiu's expression instantly turned ferocious.

"Scram!"

"This venerable one has no inner demons!"

The Night Fiend let out a low chuckle.

The laughter did not enter through the ears.

Rather, it echoed from within the bone marrow.

"Human..."

"Dream..."

"Hungry..."

A trace of solemnity flashed through Xie Wujiu's eyes.

He knew that although the Night Fiend had been sealed for too long and its power was no longer at its peak.

It was still the main body of a peak Level Nine Anomaly.

If it completely broke free, let alone himself, the entire Eastern Wasteland might turn into a dream realm.

But what Xie Wujiu wanted was not to set it free.

He wanted to devour it.

To be precise, he intended to use the Heaven's Secret Pavilion's forbidden sealing art to seal the Night Fiend's main body into his own body.

To transform himself from a human into a half-god, half-anomaly.

This was the path of a madman.

Normal martial artists wouldn't dare touch it.

Normal diviners of heaven's secrets wouldn't even dare think about it.

Because anomalies were not spirit elixirs.

Devouring an anomaly was like stuffing a venomous snake into one's heart and shoving an abyss into one's mind.

One slight misstep, and the caster would suffer a backlash and turn into a monster.

But Xie Wujiu had no other choice.

His lifespan was nearing its end.

The Divine Corpse layout was broken.

The Heaven's Secret Pavilion had collapsed.

Wang Hao would come to collect his debts tomorrow.

If he didn't go mad, he would surely die.

Therefore, he would rather become a monster to win a sliver of a chance at survival.

"Heaven's Secret Anomaly Sealing Art."

Xie Wujiu formed hand seals.

"With my body as the coffin."

"With my soul as the lock."

"With the destiny and providence as the nails."

"Seal!"

Boom!

Lin Wuwang's residual providence transformed into countless golden nails, piercing toward the main body of the Night Fiend.

The Night Fiend shrieked.

Countless dreamscapes shattered simultaneously.

The cries of billions of people echoed between heaven and earth.

Xie Wujiu bled from his seven orifices.

His body was continuously torn apart by the impact of the Night Fiend's black mist, only to be forcibly stitched back together by the golden light of providence.

"Get in!"

Xie Wujiu roared.

A massive black rift tore open on his chest.

It wasn't a wound.

It was more like a door leading to the depths of his divine soul.

Pinned down by the golden nails and pulled by the secret heaven's art, the Night Fiend's main body struggled frantically.

The blood moon swelled wildly.

The earth within a thousand miles of the Crimson Moon ruins cracked open all at once.

Mountain peaks silently crumbled into fine powder.

The dream pollution spread outward, and wherever it passed, birds and beasts all collapsed into a deep slumber.

A fleeing remnant of the Crimson Moon hadn't even run a hundred miles before suddenly stopping, a blissful smile appearing on his face.

In his dream, he saw himself become the leader of the Demonic Cult, flanked by beauties on his left and right, punching Wang Hao and trampling the Heaven's Secret Pavilion underfoot.

In the next instant, his physical body withered into ash.

He died blissfully.

Just a single wisp of the Night Fiend's aura was this terrifying.

Yet Xie Wujiu was forcefully stuffing the Night Fiend's main body into his own body.

This was defying the heavens.

It was also a blasphemy.

And even more so, a betrayal.

Because Xie Wujiu had once claimed to represent the Heavenly Dao.

But at this moment, by devouring an anomaly to achieve his Dao, he had completely deviated from the order of the Heavenly Dao.

Deep in the firmament, a golden rift suddenly tore open.

An eye opened.

The Eye of the Heavenly Dao.

That eye was ruthless, vast, and indifferent.

It looked down upon the mortal realm, as if watching an ant that had betrayed the rules.

Xie Wujiu looked up, saw that eye, and actually laughed.

"You finally see me."

"Heavenly Dao."

"This venerable one has served you for a thousand years, deducing fates for you, and maintaining the heaven's secrets of the Eastern Wasteland for you."

"But what have you given me?"

"Old age."

"Failure."

"Wang Hao!"

His voice grew increasingly frenzied.

"Since you cannot let me win."

"Then I shall win on my own!"