Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Yunding Grassland is located 300 miles south of the Holy Snow Mountain.

Three near-Earth orbit warships belonging to the Federal Army slowly descended from the clouds.

The dark blue flames of the engine dispersed the snow, and the massive hull pressed down on the grassland, casting a shadow that almost covered the entire camp below.

This place has long been developed into a secret stronghold by the Reverse True Society.

Dozens of black buildings are scattered across the snowfield, and huge storage spaces have been dug out underground.

The members of the Nizhen Society who were left behind all changed their expressions the moment they saw the military warship appear.

"Oh no!! It's a near-Earth orbit warship from the Federation Military Region!!"

"We've been exposed!!!"

"Quickly! Destroy the data!"

Dozens of mind-image cultivators instantly manifested their mind images, and a large number of twisted beings crawled out from the underground passage.

Some were even prepared to detonate the entire camp, preferring everyone to die rather than let the secret of the world sacrifice fall into the hands of the Federation.

But before they could make a move, the warship's hatch opened.

Teams of Reverse True Sect cultivators emerged from inside, followed by a large number of Twisted Apostles, Twisted Bodies, and alloy transport boxes containing Twisted Pillars.

The remaining members of the Ni Zhen Society were all stunned.

"Our own people!?"

"Why would someone from the Rebel Alliance arrive on a military warship?"

"Can anyone tell me? What exactly is going on?"

Xie Wuwang stepped out of the second warship and paused for a moment upon hearing these discussions.

Finally! Finally, someone realized something was wrong.

That's a normal reaction!

Shouldn't members of a legitimate illegal organization run away as soon as they see a military warship?

How come everyone else has already gotten used to it?

An elder who remained at the headquarters hurried over and cautiously asked, "Chief, these warships..."

Xie Wuwang opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Old Wang had already walked up from behind.

"They were bribed, don't worry, they're all on our side."

The elder who remained behind suddenly realized what was going on.

"I see."

He then immediately instructed his men to help unload the goods without asking any further questions.

Xie Wuwang watched his retreating figure, unable to vent his anger.

He turned to look at the three federal warships.

After the boxes were unloaded, the soldiers from the military even took the initiative to check the quantity again.

"All seventy-two pieces of special equipment have been delivered."

"No damage occurred during transport."

"I wish you all the best in your mission."

Old Wang smiled and waved.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The three warships took off again, their sterns spewing out eerie blue flames, and quickly pierced through the clouds, disappearing into the horizon.

Xie Wuwang kept staring in the direction the warship had left until it was completely out of sight.

The Federation's warships did not suddenly open fire, nor did any other orbital fleet surround the grassland; it seemed they had simply helped them transport goods.

He remained silent for a long time, and in the end, he could only suppress his doubts.

No matter what went wrong, we've already come this far.

At midnight tonight, the world sacrifice must begin.

……

Time passes little by little.

All members of the Nizhen Society were fully engaged in the ceremony setup.

Seventy-two twisted pillars were removed from the alloy box.

Each one is nearly a hundred meters tall, with an irregular shape, as if it were forcibly kneaded together by countless twisted bones, rotten flesh and black crystals.

The surface is covered with raised human faces, including the faces of old people covered with wrinkles, as well as the faces of children full of innocence, some even humming songs.

Their eyes were all tightly closed, but their mouths kept opening and closing, as if silently expressing their deepest fears.

The seventy-two pillars are arranged in nine concentric rings, with eight pillars in each ring. The outer ring is the largest, covering an area of ​​100 li (approximately 50 kilometers). The closer you go inward, the smaller the distance between the pillars.

At the very center of the nine twisted rings is a sacrificial platform made of black flesh and blood.

Xie Wuwang and Lao Wang would stand there to preside over the ceremony.

Twisted pillars were driven into the earth.

boom!

When the pillar fell.

The entire grassland would tremble slightly.

Numerous gray-black lines spread outwards along the ground, connecting with each other and gradually forming a distorted pattern so large that its entirety could not be discerned.

No one noticed that a faint crimson glow was hidden inside each pillar.

The blood-red light flashed only for a moment upon landing before merging into the deepest part of the pillar, as if it had never existed.

As midnight approached, all the Reverse True Order monks and Twisted Apostles took their positions.

Tens of thousands of twisted entities surrounded the nine-ringed structure, densely packed, like a black ocean composed of rotting flesh and blood.

Xie Wuwang, draped in a black cloak, stood on the sacrificial platform.

The source of the damage within his body had begun to stir, and gray lines crawled along his cheeks.

He looked around one last time.

The Federation did not appear, nor did the remaining forces of the Nine Lineages of Taoism.

The entire Cloud Top Grassland was unusually quiet.

Xie Wuwang remained uneasy.

But seventy-two twisted pillars were right in front of them.

Once the ritual begins, nothing can be reversed.

Old Wang stood on the other side, his four arms outstretched at the same time. A twisting power so dense it was almost tangible surged wildly from his body, and gray mist covered the sky, with countless blurry faces roaring in the mist.

Xie Wuwang narrowed his eyes.

This twisting force is absolutely real.

They are even purer than many old monsters who have cultivated for hundreds of years in the Reverse True Sect.

It is a truly twisted life form, how could it possibly be under federal control?

Perhaps, he was just being overly suspicious.

Xie Wuwang snorted coldly.

It also unleashed its own myriad-form domain.

Midnight has officially arrived.

"Open the pillar!"

At a command.

The seventy-two twisted pillars trembled simultaneously.

Boom!

The first ring lights up.

The faces on the eight pillars opened their eyes simultaneously.

Boom!

The second ring then awakens.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth levels...

Until all the ninth rings are lit up.

Seventy-two gray-black beams of light shot into the sky.

The thick clouds were instantly pierced, and the entire night sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, with countless twisted runes climbing upwards along the pillar of light.

Ultimately, deep within the sky, they formed a giant eye that covered half the sky.

His eyes were not fully open, only a slit was visible.

The entire planet Earth seemed to be plunged into a shared nightmare.

The Cloud Top Grassland was as bright as day, but the light was not sunlight; it was a pale white shrouded in black mist.

In cities thousands of miles away, countless people were awakened from their sleep.

They drew back the curtains and saw a pale white sky in the distance.

"Is it dawn?"

"Isn't it midnight now?"

"What is that?"

More and more people are taking to the streets, looking towards the direction of the Cloud Top Grassland.

At the center of the sacrifice, a massive amount of fear, despair, and twisted power surged wildly towards the sky along the seventy-two pillars.

The world's barrier began to groan under its strain.

Click.

The first crack appeared.

From beyond the sky, countless indescribable gazes are slowly descending.

Xie Wuwang looked up at this scene.

An overwhelming surge of excitement appeared on his aged face.

It worked!

The seventy-two pillars have received a response!

The gods from beyond the heavens are about to descend!

At that moment, the entire sacrificial area suddenly froze.

The swaying grass and the twisting power that permeated the grassland all froze.

Even the twisted creatures that were roaring with their heads raised seemed to be pressed to the spot by an invisible force.

A vast and pure power of the world converged from all directions.

The excitement on Xie Wuwang's face vanished instantly, and he turned around abruptly.

Outside the sacrificial array.

Four figures appeared out of thin air.

Zhou Jingming stood at the very front, with no myriad mental images or any astonishing phenomena behind him.

But as he stood there, the entire grassland seemed to breathe with him.

Su Xingmian, Chen Mo, and the elderly Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture stood behind him.

Zhou Jingming looked up at the torn sky.

Then he looked at Xie Wuwang and Old Wang on the altar.

The power of heaven and earth flowed slowly around him.

"Thank you, Wuwang, this time."

"I won't let you succeed again."