Sinister Domain Devours the Heavens, Xie Wujiu Fails to Observe Martial Virtue

The blood moon bore down upon the realm.

Above Heaven-Severing Ridge, the sky, which had just begun to lighten, was once again smothered by an eerie, dark red hue.

It was as if someone had peeled off the entire firmament, soaked it in a pool of blood, and draped it back over the mortal world.

Outside the central military tent, the wind stopped.

It did not just die down.

Rather, everything that flowed between heaven and earth seemed to be pinned in place by some invisible will.

The banners hung motionless.

The flames ceased to flicker.

Even the breathing of the crowd became instantly heavy.

Wang Hao looked up and saw the phantom image of the distant blood moon growing clearer and clearer.

Beneath the blood moon, a slender figure walked slowly toward them.

The man had black hair draped over his shoulders, and his handsome features were almost demonic. One of his eyes was as profound as a sea of stars, while the other was as pitch-black as the abyss.

With a single step forward, the ground beneath his feet turned into a surface of black water.

With another step, the mountain ridge was reflected in the water, looking like a corpse sunken into a dream.

Xie Wujiu.

Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Now a half-god, half-anomaly.

Martial God Realm.

He had arrived.

And he came extremely fast.

So fast that Wang Hao, who had originally planned to go to the ruins of the Crimson Moon to scavenge some residual heavenly tribulation lightning and check in along the way, found the enemy delivering himself right to his doorstep.

Looking at that figure, Wang Hao's first reaction was not fear.

But regret.

"What a pity."

Wei Zhongxian, standing to the side, asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what is a pity?"

Wang Hao said flatly, "I originally wanted to go to his lair and confiscate his property."

Wei Zhongxian was speechless.

The New Emperor Sword hovered in mid-air, its blade trembling slightly.

Not out of fear.

But excitement.

"Tyrant, he smells so good!"

"Like an anomaly!"

"Like a Martial God!"

"Like a meal!"

Wang Hao glanced at it.

"You only have seventh-realm combat power right now, do not try to eat everything you see."

The New Emperor Sword was furious.

"You can insult my ranking, but you cannot insult my appetite!"

Wang Hao said, "Your appetite does not match your strength, this is called a financial deficit."

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for a moment.

"I hate it when you use financial terms to scold a sword."

The crowd had been tense to the extreme, but upon hearing this conversation, they inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was only a single breath.

In the next instant, Xie Wujiu's voice descended.

"Wang Hao."

"You are still as repulsive as ever."

His voice was very soft.

But as it fell into everyone's ears, it felt like countless cold silk threads drilling into their divine souls.

Old Master Ren's expression changed slightly, and he heavily struck his dragon-head cane against the ground.

"Settle!"

Demigod true essence spread out, attempting to suppress the surrounding anomalies.

But as soon as that true essence surged forth, ripples formed on the black water on the ground.

Within the ripples, the appearance of Old Master Ren in his youth unexpectedly surfaced.

It was a suave and elegant youth, currently being cornered at the mountain gate by three female cultivators.

The three female cultivators sneered simultaneously.

"Ren Jiuxiao, you said you only loved me."

Old Master Ren's face instantly turned green.

Old Master Li took a glance and could not help but say, "Oh, your inner demons are quite lively."

Old Master Ren angrily said, "Shut up!"

Before his voice faded.

The water surface beneath Old Master Li's feet also lit up.

A coffin appeared inside.

Lying in the coffin was Old Master Li in his youth.

Outside the coffin, his biological brother was crying his heart out.

"Oh, brother! How could you just leave like this!"

The next moment, Old Master Li inside the coffin stealthily opened his eyes and, while no one was paying attention, reached out and snatched a nearby spirit herb.

The entire scene fell silent.

Old Master Ren laughed out loud.

"Tactics! So these are your tactics!"

Old Master Li's face turned livid.

"The Night Fiend is despicable, specializing in exposing people's shortcomings!"

Wang Hao remained expressionless.

"I said long ago that inner demons need to be registered."

The corners of the ancestors' mouths twitched.

You are still keeping track of this at a time like this?

Xie Wujiu stood beneath the blood moon, his eyes indifferent.

He looked at Wang Hao as if looking at a prey that had finally fallen into the palm of his hand.

"Wang Hao, did you think that by withdrawing the seven hundred thousand strong army, you would be able to fight without restraint?"

"Not bad."

"You are indeed very smart."

"An ordinary army facing the Night Fiend would only become nourishment for the dream domain."

"Unfortunately, you miscalculated one thing."

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to say you have no martial virtue?"

The corners of Xie Wujiu's mouth curled up slightly.

"Martial virtue?"

"That is just the weak morally kidnapping the strong."

"This venerable one is no longer a mortal."

"Why should this venerable one face you in a direct confrontation?"

As his voice fell.

The blood moon suddenly expanded.

Boom!

The entire Heaven-Severing Ridge seemed to be swallowed by an invisible giant maw.

The sky shattered.

The earth flipped over.

Mountains, rivers, tents, formation flags, the ruined battlefield, lightning fires, and black water all instantly transformed into overlapping layers of dreams.

The scenes before everyone's eyes twisted simultaneously.

Wang Hao saw that the central military tent was still there.

But in the next instant, the tent turned into the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.

In the following instant, the imperial palace turned into the city streets of his past life.

High-rise buildings hung upside down in the sky, and the flow of traffic moved silently like a swarm of black insects.

Wang Hao's pupils constricted slightly.

To think that Xie Wujiu could pry into the scenes deep within his memories.

As expected of the main body of the Night Fiend.

This thing was not an ordinary anomaly.

It did not kill the physical body.

It killed cognition.

It killed memories.

It killed the softest, most feared, and most avoided things in a person's heart.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword drew his sword, his sword intent soaring into the sky.

But as soon as the sword light slashed out, it was swallowed by a black dream mist.

Over forty ancestors, the members of the Heaven's Pride Gang, Wei Zhongxian, and the New Emperor Sword unexpectedly disappeared one by one right before Wang Hao's eyes.

They were not sent flying.

They were not killed.

Instead, it was as if they were partitioned by the dreamscape.

Everyone was dragged into their own nightmare prison.

Xiao Chen stood in place, and a dilapidated mountain gate suddenly appeared before him.

Above the mountain gate hung the plaque of his childhood sect.

A rain of blood fell.

Familiar senior and junior brothers lay dead on the ground, staring at him with hollow eyes.

"Xiao Chen, why didn't you save us?"

Xiao Chen's face turned deathly pale.

Ye Guyun, on the other hand, stood in an endless sword mound.

Beneath every sword knelt a person he had defeated.

Those people looked up and asked him in unison:

"Do you cultivate the sword to win, or to kill?"

Before Qin Hongye was a burning city.

Amidst the flames, someone was calling her name.

Wanyan Gu stood on the snowy plains of the Northern Barbarians, surrounded entirely by his fallen tribesmen.

An elderly priest pointed at him and cursed:

"You left the Northern Barbarians to go be a dog for the Emperor of the Central Plains!"

Wanyan Gu was silent for a moment before earnestly refuting:

"Not a dog."

"An employee."

The priest was speechless.

Even the dreamscape paused for a moment.

On the other side, Old Master Ren was already being chased by seven or eight young and beautiful female cultivators.

Old Master Li was surrounded by a group of relatives who had come back from the dead, demanding he repay his debts.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword saw the one battle from his youth that he least wished to recall.

Even before Wei Zhongxian's eyes, a cold, gloomy palace wall surfaced.

It was the night he entered the palace in his youth.

The wind and snow were immense.

No one asked him if it hurt.

There was only a lamp that was on the verge of going out.

The Night Fiend's anomaly domain fully unfolded.

It did not compete with everyone in terms of strength.

It directly separated everyone.

It thrust the sharpest blade into the oldest wounds at the bottom of everyone's hearts.

Beneath the blood moon.

Only Wang Hao remained standing in the center of the black water.

Xie Wujiu walked over slowly.

"How is it?"

"Are you satisfied with my dream domain?"

Wang Hao looked around.

Everyone's auras were partitioned, the void was sealed, and even his connection to the Black Dragon of National Destiny became blurry.

This was no longer an ordinary battlefield.

This was the anomaly domain created after Xie Wujiu fused with the Night Fiend.

The domain of a half-god, half-anomaly.

Here, the boundary between reality and dreams was shattered.

Xie Wujiu could use dreams to kill, and he could also make nightmares reflect reality.

In other words.

If people were injured in the dream, they would die in reality.

Wang Hao slowly exhaled a breath.

"Not bad."

Xie Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wang Hao continued, "The decor of your venue here is very underworld-like."

"It's perfect for opening a horror-themed tourist attraction."

Xie Wujiu's eyes twitched.

"At death's door, and you're still acting tough?"

Wang Hao looked up at the blood moon.

"Xie Wujiu, I actually admire you."

"Sacrificing your disciple, devouring anomalies to achieve the Dao, and using the heavenly tribulation to temper your body."

"A normal person couldn't do such things."

Xie Wujiu said indifferently, "Winners are kings, losers are villains."

Wang Hao nodded.

"Right."

"So after you lose, I will carve this phrase on your tombstone."

Xie Wujiu laughed.

"Based on what?"

"Based on your peak Astral Qi realm cultivation?"

"Based on that lightning pagoda?"

"Based on that foul-mouthed fiend sword of yours?"

A furious roar came from the New Emperor Sword in the distance.

"Who's foul-mouthed?!"

"If you have the guts, let me over there to fight you one-on-one!"

Xie Wujiu ignored it.

Wang Hao did too.

He simply closed his eyes slowly.

The Astral Qi within his body circulated.

The Black Dragon of National Providence faintly appeared behind him.

The next instant.

Wang Hao opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, gold and black intertwined.

Invisible streams of Qi mechanisms surfaced in his eyes.

Heaven and earth have Qi.

Humans have Qi.

Fate has Qi.

Fiends also have Qi.

Emperor's Qi Observation Technique.

Activate.

In an instant, the world in Wang Hao's eyes changed.

The black water was no longer just black water.

The blood moon was no longer just a blood moon.

The entire fiend domain was like an incomparably massive spider web.

At the center of the web was Xie Wujiu.

Countless black dream threads extended from his body, piercing into the dreams in all directions.

At the end of every dream thread, a person was trapped.

Old Ancestor Ren's Qi was cyan-gold, but it was tangled into a mess by peach-pink mist.

Old Master Li's Qi was like a blood wolf, surrounded by a pile of mourning white Qi.

Xiao Chen's Qi was a blazing golden light, yet it was bent under the pressure of blood rain.

Ye Guyun's Qi was a lone sword, and the tip of the sword was trembling.

Qin Hongye's Qi was like a cold flame.

Wanyan Gu's Qi was the most outrageous.

Thick, tyrannical, and straightforward.

When the nightmare black threads wrapped around it, he actually forcibly snapped several of them.

Wang Hao's mouth twitched.

"This guy is simple-minded, so his defense is actually higher."

Xie Wujiu sensed something was wrong.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Hao said flatly, "Looking at the accounts."

Xie Wujiu's face darkened.

Wang Hao raised his hand.

The Thunder Abyss Demon Subduing Pagoda appeared in his palm.

The pagoda was ancient, with lightning patterns dancing on it.

After the previous battle with the divine corpse, the lightning pagoda was almost depleted.

But Xie Wujiu had come too hastily.

He had just survived his heavenly tribulation, and his body still retained a massive amount of heavenly tribulation lightning scars.

This was dangerous to others.

But to the Thunder Abyss Demon Subduing Pagoda, it was nourishment.

With a thought from Wang Hao.

The pagoda's door opened slightly.

Buzz!

In the distant fiend domain, the golden tribulation lightning lingering on Xie Wujiu's body was actually tugged slightly.

Xie Wujiu's pupils shrank slightly.

"You dare extract this venerable one's residual tribulation lightning?"

Wang Hao said as a matter of course, "You delivered it right to my door. It would be impolite of me not to accept it."

Boom!

Xie Wujiu attacked.

Without any warning.

The blood moon trembled.

From the black water surface, thousands of pale arms reached out, grabbing toward Wang Hao.

In the center of every palm grew a dream face.

Those faces were crying, laughing, and calling his name.

"Wang Hao."

"Stay."

"Go to sleep."

"It won't hurt once you fall asleep."

Wang Hao sneered.

"I hate hypnotic sales pitches the most."

He took a step forward.

The first palm of the Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm.

Overturning Earth!

Boom!

A golden palm print pressed down, and the black water exploded.

Countless pale arms were smashed into mist.

But the mist did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into more nightmare threads, wrapping toward his divine soul.

Xie Wujiu chuckled.

"In a dream domain, brute force is useless."

Wang Hao looked up.

"Who said I only have brute force?"

He brought the fingers of his left hand together, and a white sword light suddenly flared up.

Nine Swords of Heaven Cleaving.

Rift.

Sizzle!

The sword light slashed into the void.

It didn't slash at Xie Wujiu.

Instead, it slashed at a dream thread connecting to Xiao Chen.

Crack!

The dream thread split apart.

In the distant mountain gate of blood rain, Xiao Chen sharply raised his head.

The dead martial brothers in front of him all paused simultaneously.

Wang Hao's voice exploded in his ears.

"Xiao Chen, wake up."

"If your martial brothers could really come back to life, the first thing they'd do is ask how much your monthly salary is now, not why you didn't save them."

Xiao Chen: "..."

The heavy grief pressing on his heart was suddenly pierced with a crack by these words.

He suddenly gritted his teeth.

"It's fake!"

Boom!

Golden true Qi erupted.

The dream blood rain was torn open at a corner.

Xie Wujiu's face darkened slightly.

Wang Hao could actually see the dream threads.

And he could cut them.

"Emperor's Qi Observation Technique?"

Murderous intent surged in Xie Wujiu's eyes.

"You even know this?"

Wang Hao said flatly, "I know a little."

Anger flared in Xie Wujiu's heart.

A little?

You call this knowing a little?

The dream threads of the Night Fiend domain were extremely concealed; even ordinary Martial Gods might not be able to catch them.

Wang Hao, a mere peak Astral Qi realm cultivator, could actually see through the flow of Qi mechanisms.

This was no longer just absurd.

This was an insult to the professional field of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Wang Hao did not give him time to remain enraged.

"Second palm."

"Overturning Rivers."

Boom!

Golden palm force swept across the black water, forcibly opening a path.

"Third palm."

"Severing Mountains."

Boom!

The distant sword mound dream trapping Ye Guyun was shaken by the palm force.

Wang Hao brought his fingers together and slashed again.

Nine Swords of Heaven Cleaving.

Severing the Flow.

As the sword fell, countless resentful shadows around Ye Guyun were severed.

Wang Hao's voice rang out.

"Ye Guyun, don't turn into a customer service rep while cultivating the sword."

"Whoever asks you why you killed, just hack them down."

Ye Guyun fell silent for a moment.

Then he smiled.

In the sword mound, a sword cry pierced the heavens.

"I have been taught."

The lone sword was unsheathed.

A layer of the dream shattered.

Xie Wujiu's face turned completely gloomy.

He originally wanted to use the fiend domain to separate the group and devour them one by one.

But the moment Wang Hao activated the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique, he actually did the reverse and followed the dream threads to find people.

This wasn't a rescue.

This was checking the map inside his fiend domain.

And casually demolishing it along the way.