Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

On the morning of the seventh day.

The God of Music changed into a more magnificent five-colored crown, wearing a bone crown, and surrounded by a faint glow of law, exuding majesty.

Bai Yu was also dressed in a magnificent outer palace master's robe. The black singularity mark between his eyebrows was calm, and the occasional pink light revealed the characteristics of the authority he had merged with.

"Let's go." With a wave of his sleeve, Le Yinshen created a staircase of white bones that extended upwards from the bottom of the Abyss of Decay, piercing through layers of decaying mist and leading directly to the outside world.

The two stepped onto the bone steps and climbed upwards.

Behind them, the withered old man and the chief deacon of the inner hall, along with four inner hall deacons and six outer hall deacons, followed silently as a ceremonial guard and protectors.

The road stretches upwards, seemingly endless.

At the end of the stairs lies a suspended platform high in the sky, far above the First Abyss, the 'Ten Thousand Demon Continent'.

The platform is entirely cast from a strange, grayish-white stone, and is triangular in shape, with each of its three corners pointing in a different direction. Three enormous totem poles stand at the edge of the platform: one is carved with countless wailing faces (Heart Prison), one is entwined with magma and chains (Molten Sea), and the other is pieced together from countless skeletons (Rotten Abyss).

This is the "Sanyuantai" (Three Abyss Terrace).

—The place where the three major forces of the Wanmo Continent held their highest-level meeting, and also one of the core nodes of the massive array that covers the continent.

When Xiuyuan and his group arrived, the other two groups had not yet arrived.

Le Yinshen walked straight to the side belonging to Xiuyuan and sat down in the main seat. With a wave of his hand, Bai Yu's seat was placed to his left, while Ku Sou and the others stood behind him.

Only a moment passed.

The sky to the southeast of the platform suddenly became blurry and distorted, like a giant mirage. Countless vibrant colors flowed and blended, eventually transforming into a constantly changing gray mist that slowly descended into a corner belonging to the Heart Prison.

The mist settled, receded inwards, and revealed the figures within.

The leader was a figure dressed in a loose black robe, with an indistinct face. His face seemed to change constantly, sometimes as compassionate as a saint, sometimes as ferocious as a demon, and sometimes a blur. Only his eyes were like two bottomless gray vortexes, and looking at them for too long felt like having your soul sucked away.

It was none other than the Lord of the Heart Prison—the Soul Yin God.

Four figures followed behind him, also shrouded in a light gray mist, their auras ethereal and eerie, giving them an unreal feel. They stood silently behind the Soul Yin God, like four weightless shadows.

"Lord of the Yin, how have you been?" The Lord of the Yin spoke, his voice gentle and pleasant, yet carrying a strange penetrating power, as if resonating directly in the depths of one's heart. "And who is this?"

His gaze shifted to Bai Yu, peering intently.

Bai Yu raised his eyes to meet the pair of gray vortexes. The black singularity between his brows flickered slightly, and an invisible devouring power spread out, quietly dissolving the divine sense that was trying to investigate.

"I am Bai Yu, currently the Lord of the Outer Hall of the Decaying Abyss. Greetings, Soul Yin God." Bai Yu's voice was calm.

The vortex in the Soul Yin God's eyes paused slightly, then his smile turned cold: "Good, good, Le Yin God, you've stirred up such a big mess for me without making a sound... Hehehe..."

at this time--

"Roar!!!"

A furious roar, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, came from the southwest!
The entire Sanyuantai trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the sky turned blood red, and rolling blood clouds surged in, as if countless giant beasts were fighting and roaring within the clouds.

The blood cloud crashed down on a corner belonging to the molten sea, and the scorching and violent blood energy swept out, causing the platform temperature to rise sharply.

Blood clouds condensed, transforming into a ferocious figure three zhang tall, resembling a demon god.

He was covered in thick, dark red armor, as dark as solidified magma, with jagged bone spurs at his joints. His head resembled a dragon but was not; atop it were a pair of curved, blood-red horns pointing skyward, and his eyes were two blazing, dark golden flames. Just by standing there, an aura of horrific carnage, of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, of countless slaughters, swept over you.

Lord of the Molten Sea - Blood-Burning Yin God!

Behind him stood three generals, all fierce warriors with soaring blood and terrifying aura. One had the head of a bull and the body of a human, carrying a giant axe on his back; another had four arms, each wielding a sword; and the third was completely encased in thick, blood-red armor, with only his scarlet eyes showing.

"Old Demon Le! Old Ghost Hun!" The voice of the Blood-Burning Yin God was like churning lava, loud and violent. "Enough nonsense! What kind of wrangling are you planning to do this time?"

His enormous, dark golden eyes swept across the Xiuyuan camp, lingering for a moment on Bai Yu. He then grinned, revealing a terrifying smile filled with sharp teeth: "Oh? Looks like it's because of this kid, isn't it?"

The Blood-Burning Yin God may seem carefree, but he is actually incredibly meticulous.

"Hehe~~ This is the new temple master recruited by the God of Music and Yin, oh~~ A family with two Yin Gods, what a grand display of power." The voice of the God of Souls and Yin echoed softly on the Three Abyss Platform, gray mist slowly swirling around him, "God of Music and Yin, I think you want to sit in the number one seat on the Ten Thousand Demon Continent, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, the Blood-Burning Yin God's dark golden flame eyes lingered on Bai Yu for a few moments before suddenly letting out a thunderous sneer: "Tch! I thought it was something big! Isn't it just the same old 'territory division' show again?"

He slumped back onto his lava throne, his thick arms casually resting on the armrests, which creaked under the weight of the solidified blood crystals.

“However—” The Burning Blood Yin Shen’s sharpness suddenly changed, and a rare solemnity appeared in his violent tone, “Now that all three of us are here today, there are some things that should indeed be put on the table and discussed.”

As he spoke, the Blood-Burning Yin God gave Bai Yu a slightly 'friendly' smile.

The God of Joyful Yin dismissed the God of Souls' nonsense, only looking up when the God of Burning Blood spoke: "Oh? Besides the share of the Ancient Demon Source Well, does Burning Blood have anything else to say?"

"Stop playing dumb with me!" The Blood God of the Burning Blood was not so polite to his old buddy, and snorted coldly, "Have your two spies not sent back any news in the last few hundred years? West of the 'Heavenly Ridge Mountains' and north of the 'Sinking Star Sea'... those scum are getting more and more restless!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the Sanyuantai platform suddenly became subtle.

The gray mist surrounding the Soul Yin God fluctuated slightly, and he stopped causing trouble. His words became colder: "You mean... the 'Holy Radiance Palace' and the 'Myriad Transformations Sword Sect'?"

"Who else could it be but them!" The Blood-Burning Yin God slammed his hand on the armrest, causing the entire platform to tremble. "Those bastards from the Holy Radiance Hall are always yelling about 'purifying filth and restoring order,' and in the last hundred years they've already devoured our three families' seven outposts on the outskirts! The Myriad Transformations Sword Sect is even more disgusting! They say they won't invade each other, but how many batches of resources have they intercepted behind our backs?!"

The smile on Le Yinshen's face faded, and he tapped the bone armrest lightly with his fingers: "Behind the Holy Radiance Palace stands the lineage of the 'Great God of Light,' while the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect is a subordinate sect of the 'Myriad Swords Heaven'... These two are indeed troublesome."

Bai Yu's eyes flickered. Le Yinshen had previously explained some knowledge to him—the Great Heavenly God was not a real rank. Strictly speaking, it was still at the level of the Yin Heavenly God. However, since the Yin Heavenly God was invincible, it was revered as the 'Great Heavenly God'!
Soul Yin God looked at Blood Burning Yin God: "What do you mean?" "My meaning is very simple!" Blood Burning Yin God stood up, his three-zhang-tall body casting a huge shadow, "Our three families can fight and contend in this Myriad Demon Continent, that's our own business, but outsiders wanting to interfere and gain benefits..."

He grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth: "Then we'll have to chop off your claws first!"

A low laugh immediately came from the gray mist of the Soul Yin God: "That's right! However... the Holy Radiance Palace and the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect dare to be so presumptuous, probably because they are testing us from behind."

"What information did you find out?" Le Yinshen's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Soul Yin God slowly said, "A few days ago, I used the 'Dream Wandering in the Void' technique to peek into the secrets of heaven and vaguely sensed that... some ancient beings outside the 'Cage' seem to have begun to turn their attention to this corner of the world."

The Blood-Burning Yin God sneered, "I don't care what ancient beings they are! We are the masters of this world. If they dare to steal our food, we'll fight them back!"

"What if the other party is at the 'Yang Heaven God' level?" the Soul Yin God asked in return.

Burning Blood's pupils contracted, and the surging blood energy around his body momentarily stagnated.

Yang Tian Shen.

That is an existence above the Yin Heaven God, wielding supreme power, whose words become law, and whose thoughts can change the rules!

If faced with a true Yangtian God, the only outcome would be annihilation.

However, the Yangtian God was just a legend; they had never seen him.

Le Yin Shen took a deep breath and chuckled, "Hun Yin Shen, your prying is inaccurate. Under the rule of the supreme rules, it is absolutely impossible for an outsider to unleash the power of a Yang Tian Shen!"

“That’s right!” The gray mist of the Soul Yin God swayed slightly. “But if there really are powerful figures outside the cage supporting us, even if they don’t take action themselves, we’re probably still powerless.”

These words made both the God of Joyful Yin and the God of Burning Blood Yin's expressions turn serious.

Bai Yu listened quietly from the side.

This information was extremely important to him—it gave him a clearer understanding of the格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall structure, overall situation, and overall dynamics) of the Origin World he inhabited. So the Continent of Ten Thousand Demons was merely a corner of this world? There were other forces outside, such as the Holy Radiance Palace and the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect? And even powerful figures outside the Cage of Confinement coveted it?

"Ahem—let's ignore all that nonsense for now!" The Blood-Burning Yin God broke the silence. "My proposal is simple. From today onwards, let's put aside our internal strife for the time being and first chop off the claws that are reaching in from outside! At least we should make the Holy Radiance Palace and the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect feel the pain, so they know—the affairs of the Myriad Demon Continent are none of the business of outsiders!"

He looked at Bai Yu, a hint of fighting spirit flickering in his dark golden flame eyes: "Boy, since you've joined the Abyss of Decay! You can't escape this battle! Let me see just how much you're worth!"

Soul Yin God also spoke up at the opportune moment: "With a powerful Palace Master under Le Yin God's command... it is indeed time to contribute more to the continent."

As the two worked together, they shifted the pressure to Xiu Yuan's side—the increase in strength brought about by the new variable, Bai Yu, needed to be proven and offset with external military achievements.

Le Yin remained calm as he turned to Bai Yu: "What does Palace Master Bai Yu mean?"

Bai Yu slowly stood up, facing three gazes—the protection of the God of Joyful Yin, the probing of the God of Soulful Yin, and the fighting spirit of Burning Blood.

The black robe fluttered without wind, and the black odd-dot mark between his brows shimmered with a profound light.

"As a member of the Abyss of Decay," his voice was clear and steady, "it is only right that I fight for the Continent of Ten Thousand Demons."

The words fell——

His Devouring Core trembled slightly!
An invisible suction force emanated from him, not as an attack, but as a declaration!
He proclaims the true nature of the Great Dao!

Declare his level of power!

The chaotic energy floating above the Three Abyss Platform, the lingering aura of bloodlust, and even the faint gray mist emanating from the Soul Yin God... were all drawn in, devoured, and transformed at this moment.

Although it was because the three veteran Yin Tian gods did not resist... that pure and domineering devouring characteristic was clearly displayed in front of the three veteran powerhouses.

The flames in his blood-red pupils surged even higher: "Not bad, not bad! I like it!"

A soft laugh came from the depths of the gray mist of the Soul Yin God: "Hehe~~ Talk is cheap, we'll see what you do to prove your right way."

A satisfied smile appeared on Le Yinshen's face.

That's exactly the effect he wanted—to let Hun Yin Shen and Fen Xue see the value of the white jade with their own eyes!
“In that case…” Yueyinshen also stood up, “Then the first resolution of this meeting is set—the three families shall immediately enter into a temporary alliance and concentrate their efforts to expel the infiltration of the Holy Radiance Palace and the Myriad Transformations Sword Sect!”

His gaze swept over the other two: "As for the specifics of how to cooperate and how to distribute the spoils... we can discuss them in detail in separate rules. But the share of the Demon Source Ancient Well will be adjusted..."

Soul Yin God chuckled, "It's not too late to talk about it after we defeat the external enemies." His family's power is currently the smallest, Blood Burning Yin God is very strong, and Joyful Yin God has gained Yin Heaven God... If they were to divide things up again now, he would probably suffer the greatest losses!
As soon as Hun Yin Shen finished speaking, saying "We'll talk about it after we defeat the enemy," Le Yin Shen slowly shook his head, and the gentle smile on his face gradually faded.

“Soul Yin God, you are mistaken.” His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable composure. “Since it is a three-way alliance to jointly defend against the enemy, the amount of effort should match the reward. With the addition of the White Jade Palace Master, the strength of my Xiuyuan is no longer what it used to be. If we still maintain the old practice… I’m afraid it would be unfair.”

He paused, then looked at the Blood-Burning Yin God: "What does Brother Blood-Burning think?"

Burning Blood's dark golden flame eyes scanned back and forth between the Yin God of Joy and the Yin God of Souls, and two streams of scorching air spewed from its thick nostrils, making a hissing sound.

"I don't care how you divide it!" He waved his hand. "My share—40%! Not a single bit less! Anyone who wants to touch my stuff, they'd better ask these 'Blood-Melting Star-Shattering Claws' in my hands if they agree!"

These words sound arrogant and domineering, but everyone knows he has the confidence to back them up.

Among the three, Ronghai was the strongest, and Fenxue was recognized as the number one expert in the Wanmo Continent.

The gray mist around the Soul Yin God churned slightly: "So, Le Yin God, you're taking flesh from me?"

His voice remained gentle, yet it carried a hint of coldness: "Although my disciples in the Heart Prison are not good at head-on combat, they have guarded the eastern 'Wailing Corridor' of the continent for many years, resisting the invasion of evil spirits from other realms. The number of casualties is countless. Even if they have not made great contributions, they have certainly worked hard."

Those temples call themselves Holy Spirits, but on the Continent of Ten Thousand Demons, they are called Evil Spirits. (End of Chapter)