C1894 The God of Ghosts Wagner

The Everlands, home to the Bloodbrawlers.

Yuan Qingxi, Razses, Luo Yue, Taruer, Lianjing, and other Unbound cultivators and Ghost Kings had convened beside Xuanli in a secluded valley, all awaiting an answer.

Not long ago, Han Miaoyuan and Lin Daoke appeared in the Land of Terror, unsettling the Ghost Kings from that region with a sense of unease and despair.

Razses had overheard snippets of Han Miaoyuan and Lin Daoke's conversation as they discussed plans for the Land of Terror.

Concerned about Youyu, he became alarmed. Once Han Miaoyuan and Lin Daoke had vanished, he hurriedly joined Luo Yue and the others.

"What should be our course of action?"

Lianjing, with a look of bewilderment mirroring that of Xuanli, remarked, "The beings of the Human Empire, along with the sects allied with Han Miaoyuan, have already departed on Otherkin warships."

Luo Yue let out a wry laugh before adding, "Shadow's Keep had already started leaving the Everlands even earlier."

The exodus had become the prevailing theme across the Everlands.

Han Miaoyuan had disclosed that the Everlands were on the brink of destruction. To minimize the damage, he refused to gamble with their fate, opting instead to organize the relocation of all Everlands inhabitants to the extraterrestrial Star River.

Over the years, numerous Astral Domains had been dominated by the sects of the Everlands, with walls erected for protection.

Previously, it was the Unbound cultivators and Solar Spirits who frequented these areas. With Han Miaoyuan's decision, the seasoned cultivators who had previously explored these Astral Domains found it straightforward to guide the Everlands' inhabitants to their new homes.

This marked the Everlands' most significant venture into the extraterrestrial realms.

Yet, the cultivators from Boulderdawn, the Skyreach Consortium, the Starmoon Sect, and the Forgeroses appeared to be deliberately restrained by Han Miaoyuan.

They were temporarily prohibited from leaving.

The Bloodbrawlers, with Youyu's prolonged absence, had not taken a definitive stance, leaving them torn between allegiance to Boulderdawn and Han Miaoyuan.

"I've heard some troubling news," Yuan Qingxi said, his brow furrowed with concern. "The word is that Cao Jiaze's good-for-nothing master, Han Qi, has been cultivating in the Wraithlands with a Lunar Spirit and has even advanced to the God of Ghosts realm."

"An extraterrestrial God of Ghosts?"

The Bloodbrawlers' strongest members were taken aback.

"Should he return, he's likely to settle in the Land of Terror and begin refining the Root of the Lunar Meridian," Yuan Qingxi inhaled deeply, his voice icy. "When that happens, it seems all the ghosts from the Everlands may be forced to serve a new master."

"We do not acknowledge Han Qi."

"In our hearts, there can only be Lord Youyu!"

"It must be Lord Youyu!"

The assembly of Ghost Kings made their stance clear.

Pleased, Yuan Qingxi nodded and declared, "Given this, we cannot journey with Han Miaoyuan. Our only option is to align ourselves with the Boulderdawn."

After a long pause, Xuanli spoke up, "I intend to venture to the extraterrestrial and seek an audience with the Boulderdawn's God-Kings to find out exactly what's happening out there."

"Prepare yourselves. We may need to relocate to the extraterrestrial and set out for the Annihilation Nebula," Yuan Qingxi announced.

...

On Tyria.

The mature Starpierced was in the midst of swallowing and expelling cosmic energy at the heart of massive energy vortices.

Revealed in his true form as a cosmic giant beast, his broad carapace shimmered with the light of nebulae above.

The brilliance, viscous like a fluid, merged to form crystalline membranes.

These glistening membranes, drawn together by his power, began to materialize in abundance near the colossal Tyria.

As he voraciously absorbed cosmic energy with the innate abilities of a cosmic giant beast, he simultaneously forged a nascent wall around Tyria.

"You've worked tirelessly. The Boulderdawn will certainly reward you," Taishi said, visibly moved by the giant beast's diligent efforts for Tyria since returning from the Wraithlands.

"We'll ensure your safety. No matter what transpires outside, as long as you're in the Ashlands, you'll be untouchable!"

Tyria, vastly larger than the Everlands, required an immense amount of time and energy from the Starpierced to construct even the most rudimentary wall capable of purifying cosmic energy.

The formation of the original wall marked the initial and most critical step in the creation of the New Everlands.

Upon the return of Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit and the little spinosaurus, they would enhance the wall with intricate cosmic orders and arcane secrets. This would enable the transformation of the wild cosmic energy from extraterrestrial space into the purest spiritual energy.

Once the core of Tyria was suffused with this pure spiritual energy, the foundation for the New Everlands would be set.

Subsequently, the earth, the void, space, and a multitude of complex yet essential rules would be meticulously inscribed, making Tyria increasingly akin to the New Everlands.

Taishi already knew where to find the missing pieces and how to integrate them to complete the picture.

"I just hope you'll keep your word," the Starpierced murmured faintly.

At that moment, Shi Jing'er of the Skyreach Consortium, Zhongli Dapan of the Forgeroses, and Duan Yisheng of the Starmoon Sect had returned from Eiwrone to Ionodios.

Their plan was to secure a suitable base within the Annihilation Nebula for the Everlanders to settle temporarily.

In time, once the Ashlands of Tyria could welcome mortals, they would relocate there.

Everything was unfolding with precision and order.

...

With a whoosh, the old Lizard, Abyssal Leviathan, and little spinosaurus emerged from the Space-Time Archway linking to the Dark Star domain.

Yet, Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit was still absent.

"Why have you returned so suddenly?" Taishi materialized at the Space-Time Archway, eyeing the three cosmic giant beasts. "Where is Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit?"

"He's stationed at the Abyssal Gate and won't be back anytime soon," the Abyssal Leviathan replied, its gaze fixed on the "nebula membrane" above. "A mature Starpierced is already using its innate abilities to conjure a wall for Tyria. So, it's begun, huh?"

The little spinosaurus licked its lips in anticipation.

Taishi scoffed, "If you try any mischief, you'll be dealt with accordingly."

The little spinosaurus was about to defiantly claim he feared no one, not even Taishi, but he was suddenly aware of the Secular Bird Queen's presence, as well as the snow bear now in human form, seeking an evolution in its lineage.

The Ashlands were once ruled by an ancient spinosaurus, but now Yu Yuan had taken over as its master. Still, he was able to discern some of its enigmatic secrets.

The little spinosaurus sensed something amiss and was secretly startled, suddenly becoming docile.

"Could a change be coming?"

The old Lizard murmured, his deep eyes perceiving the unusual behaviors of the snow bear, the Duskjaw, and the Three-legged Golden Crow. He realized that the eternal bonds that had restrained the alien beasts were now undone.

Cosmic giant beasts were exceedingly rare in the current age, yet there was an abundance of ninth-level alien beasts.

Previously, these alien beasts were overlooked and lacked a voice among the intelligent life forms.

Now, the situation had changed.

Should a multitude of tenth-level Beast Gods, akin to the Untamed and Tiger Gods, emerge, the impact of the alien beasts on this world would become immensely formidable!

What would happen when newly born tenth-level Beast Gods, such as Yu Zhu, the tiger, and other extraterrestrial Beast Gods, converged around the Dark Phoenix? The thought alone made the old Lizard tremble with dread.

Imagining a host of Beast Gods lurking near the Dark Phoenix's Phoenix Shrine, Lizard felt a shiver run through him.

...

In the Wraithlands, Yu Yuan stood atop the towering Shadow Mountain, conversing with Fernand while drawing in the shadow energy from the surrounding gray-white spires.

Whoosh! The shadow energy swirled towards him, growing more intense and concentrated with each passing moment.

He was like a voracious abyss, endlessly siphoning the Wraithlands' shadow energy.

Eventually, Fernand had to cease their conversation, and the Ghost Kings and Spectres loyal to Wagner watched him with trepidation, clueless about what was unfolding.

Yu Yiyi, draped in the Crucible of Evil, quickly noticed that the shadow energy within a hundred-mile radius was being drawn towards Yu Yuan, converging upon him.

Yu Yiyi was astounded, never anticipating that Yu Yuan could stir such a vast disturbance deep within the Wraithlands.

"How odd..."

Yu Yuan murmured, levitating slightly to better absorb the shadow energy.

His flesh was enveloped in the highly refined shadow energy, his body now resembling the Shadow Moon Essence, a divine creation bestowed upon the likes of Youyu, the God of Ghosts.

Inside Yu Yuan's sea of consciousness, souls emanated from his vast phantom, exuding the aura of a Lunar Spirit. They alternated between evolving through the Divine and Demonic Creation and activating Wraithbinding. Before long, these souls transformed into clusters of gray whirlpools by the workings of Wraithbinding.

These whirlpools, swirling around Yu Yuan's dominant soul, evoked a sense of familiarity within him—reminiscent of the Tyria Main Planet in the Ashlands. This planet, too, was encircled by a massive energy vortex that ceaselessly drew cosmic energy from the Star River, fueling the Ashlands' wonders.

In a similar fashion, the spirited body that had split from his dominant soul first morphed into a colossal Troll through the Divine and Demonic Creation and then reshaped into a gray vortex. However, Tyria boasted thirty-six such energy vortices, and Yu Yuan's current count fell short.

With a mere thought, additional soul spirits, akin to fractured souls, emerged from his dominant soul. Employing Wraithbinding, they too became gray vortices, ceasing only when their number reached thirty-six.

These thirty-six gray whirlpools orbited his dominant soul, functioning in a manner opposite to that of the Ashlands'. While the Ashlands' vortex expelled cosmic energy outward, Yu Yuan's internal vortex drew in energy—specifically, the shadow energy from the Wraithlands.

A profound insight suddenly dawned on Yu Yuan; he realized that this was an advanced form of Wraithbinding, an essential technique to master before his dominant soul could evolve into a primordial spirit.

In an instant, as the thirty-six gray whirlpools took shape within his mind, the ever-flowing Levi River was influenced by his presence, its waters grinding to a halt. The residual souls and ghosts that bobbed within the many parallel streams of the Levi River also came to a standstill.

"What's going on?" Branka, Fernand, Caren, and the rest of the ghosts gazed at the Levi River in confusion, eventually turning their attention to Yu Yuan.

"So it's you who has arrived in the Wraithlands!" A tall, slender Shura, astride a Skeleton Horse, emerged from the Levi River.

"Lord Wagner!" they exclaimed.

"Master!" The ghosts erupted in cheers. Upon his arrival, their previously unsettled hearts found peace.

"Do you remember me?"

Wagner, astride his Skeleton Horse, approached the mountain's summit and called out to Yu Yuan, "Lord Taiyin, have you truly forgotten me?"

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