Twilight Boundary-Chapter 676 - 667: The Might of the Seven Arrows

"Damn, did we really knock out the Meng Family Ancestor?"

"Our Hu Family's Demon Suppression Golden Mace is truly effective, even more so than I imagined..."

At this moment, all was silent, yet the hardest thing to describe was Hu Ma's feelings after striking with this mace.

Previously, the mountain lord had said that the Meng Family wanted to build a Yin God Temple but was wary of the Hu Family—specifically, wary of the Tianzhen Sui Mansion. At that time, Hu Ma knew that, theoretically, the Zhensui Mansion could stop the Meng Family Ancestor. Otherwise, even though that thing was extremely evil and filthy, it was also unimaginably terrifying. In this world, it should have been impossible for anyone to stop the Meng Family from constructing the Yin God Temple.

However, knowing is one thing, but to personally strike it this time and witness that arrogant monster—surprised and its fierce aura greatly diminished after being hit—left him deeply moved. He could only say...

The feeling was rather satisfying!

It was much better than when he struck the Official Zhou Lord. That time, his opponent crumbled immediately, so easily that it seemed like a waste of effort, leaving him feeling somewhat empty.

"Whew..."

After striking with the mace, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Uncontrollably, he looked down into the depths of the City of the Dead. The afterglow of the Demon Suppression Golden Mace lingered over the endless remains below, and Hu Ma saw many pairs of eyes.

Above and below, living and dead, their gazes met, bringing Hu Ma a moment of disorientation and an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

Why, when he was first in the City of the Dead, did he feel as though he had seen it before?

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"Have you seen enough?"

Indeed, while countless people or yin souls in the City of the Dead were intimidated by the might of this mace, on the Divine Descent Platform, Senior Longjing appeared calm and ready for battle.

He looked up at the Meng Family Ancestor. After being struck by the mace, its innumerable tendrils had all collapsed, and it had completely withdrawn from its Lifebound Spirit Temple. Senior Longjing, however, wore a smile. "This is the secret you always envy, but can never have!"

At this moment, the Meng Family Ancestor, after taking this strike, was even less likely to swallow its Lifebound Spirit Temple, and Senior Longjing found he had some strength left.

The boy hadn't lied to him; he indeed had one more arrow to shoot.

So, in a good mood, he casually straightened his robes. Although the robe was already tattered and blood-stained, and had lost its luster due to the nightmare magic's backlash, he still tried to tidy it up, brushing off some dust.

Only then did he turn around, raise both large sleeves high, and gently bow to the scarecrow.

"Even if the mystery of Returning is unresolved, I will make you show your face..."

With a shout, he completed his seventh bow, then rose, his eyes full of fierce defiance.

Using nightmare magic was three parts harm and seven parts self-preservation. Any minor nightmare technique could cause a backlash, let alone Senior Longjing shooting six arrows in quick succession, each bearing earth-shattering karma. With these six arrows, he had changed the world's fortune. Similarly, the backlash was also unprecedentedly terrifying.

By the sixth arrow, he had already borrowed the power of the Meng Family Ancestor.

And this seventh arrow was borrowing this very backlash, aimed directly at the space above the Divine Descent Platform.

SWOOSH!

Pride, unwillingness, resentment, defiance, the Divine Soul's intent, sixty years of karma, grievances, and entanglements—all transformed at this moment into the seventh arrow. It suddenly flew from the Divine Descent Platform, shooting towards the void in the sky that was about to disappear.

That was the void pressed open when the Meng Family Ancestor had appeared. After taking the mace hit, it had grown timid, and the void was shrinking. It seemed somewhat unwilling, and then it witnessed Senior Longjing's arrow. Its void-like eyes trembled slightly, as if a flicker of fear had suddenly emerged.

However, this arrow was not aimed at it, but at something behind it.

The next moment, the arrow disappeared along with the void.

In the void of the underworld, it seemed as if nothing had happened. But in the next moment, winds suddenly surged and clouds gathered.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The endless void seemed to turn semi-transparent at this moment, revealing itself to Hu Ma and countless yin souls in the underworld, as well as to the various experts of Strange Skills in the mortal realm. Whether it was the noble Old Masters in grand halls, the peasants tilling the fields, the grasshead kings who carried great fortune, or the Mountain Spirits cultivating in the mountains—all of them, at this moment, saw a twisted figure behind that void. They saw it tremble upon being hit by the arrow, and they felt its distant, yet still clearly heavy, anger. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

At this instant, throughout the world, the Tai Sui Blood and Flesh—those indescribably vast and bloated blood food mines that grew day and night in mountains and wilderness—suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something and jolted violently. Because there were so many Tai Sui, and they were so immense, this jolt was not large in amplitude, but it shocked the entire world, like being abruptly startled awake from a deep sleep.

"How audacious these evil spirits are..."

In the north, at the ruins of Shangjing's Imperial City, the tomb guard hurriedly threw himself to the ground. He fearfully stretched out his hands to carefully protect the incense burner before the ten ancestral halls, as well as the oil lamp on the small table in front of it. His face was twisted with anger, his hands trembling, yet he dared not even breathe, as if afraid of blowing out the oil lamp, or perhaps worried about disturbing something. It was like a group of people walking past a slumbering beast; when one person startled the beast, the others all lightened their steps, terrified of being implicated.

"Noble Zhang, Tongyin Meng..."

Meanwhile, in a small courtyard built on the shady side of a mountain, which never saw the sun year-round, an old woman with withered, white hair carefully read a bamboo scroll. She spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, yet her tone carried irritation, "Why are your appetites so enormous? Why can't you wait even a little?"

"Our Impermanence Li Family, for the sake of the bigger picture, even if that Hu Family boy came knocking on our door, we'd rather keep it shut than go out looking for trouble. Yet the Zhang Family and Meng Family insist on stirring up complications?"

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"Am," someone knocked gently and entered, a complex expression on their face, "the first name on the Sin List has disappeared... This seems to be a good thing for us?"

"That first one is gone," the old nanny said coldly. "But look further down. How many new ones have popped up, scrambling to climb higher!"

As she spoke, her voice even carried a hint of dissatisfaction, "All this talk about completely eradicating these evil spirits... how do we know that being too aggressive hasn't instead awakened their ferocity?"

What exactly did they do? Causing such a commotion?

In Mingzhou, Miss Red Wine flitted into the courtyard, gazing at the illusion in the sky, her face filled with shock.

On Nameless Mountain, Senior Brother No-eating Cattle had already climbed to the peak. He was surrounded by the Three Sects' Masters, some with severed arms, others with ashen faces. However, the Four Great Hall Officials of the Noble Zhang Family had already helped their injured or maimed companions down the mountain, looking dejected.

This Senior Brother personally raised his blade and, with one strike, severed the small, ceaselessly flowing stream on the mountain whose source was unknown, listening to the sound of fortune shifting.

He turned around. Even though countless people had told him not to kneel, he still clasped the knife and bowed to the sky. "The vile dragon is slain! The Mandate of Heaven has been returned to the people of the world! With this, I send off Martial Uncle Longjing!"

In the Gunzhou Blood Food Mine, Monkey Wine was riding a donkey. He was transporting his blood food to the deep mountain gu refining land—or rather, his laboratory. As the commotion occurred, his usually desolate face suddenly looked up, showing slight surprise.

It was followed by a terrifying excitement and frenzy. "This is...

"...This is the power we are meant to have!"

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And at the same time in Mingzhou, in Old Yin Mountain, a figure in green clothes sat quietly on a small hill, holding a wildflower she had casually picked.

When this arrow appeared, the wildflower in her hand also seemed to be blown by the mountain wind, its petals scattering one by one, drifting away, until only a single bloom remained in her hand, nodding solitarily in the breeze.

"I'm the only one left..."

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After a long silence, she rose and walked toward the depths of Old Yin Mountain. By then, the strange phenomenon in the sky had vanished. However, dark clouds gathered from nowhere—perhaps only above Old Yin Mountain, or perhaps across the entire world—and a faint drizzle began to fall.

The rain was red, as if some supreme existence had shed blood.

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The vast world fell silent for a long time because of this arrow. Some saw something mysterious in it, while others merely felt a slight daze before quickly dismissing it.

Yet that indescribable feeling lingered in people's hearts, not dissipating for a long time.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the City of the Dead, Zhao Sanyi and Chen Abao felt almost reluctant to leave. Apart from Hu Ma and his group, they were the only ones fortunate enough to be close enough to witness and feel the impact of that arrow. They were the ones most acutely aware of its effects, now even forgetting to move away, simply standing there, absorbed and bewildered.

There seemed to be a strange feeling in their hearts, yet they couldn't quite comprehend it.

"Hey, big brother, miss..."

While they were lost in this complex feeling, unable to pull themselves away, a voice called out to them.

In the mist of the underworld before them, a girl appeared. Her hair was slicked with oil, and she was dressed like a rich lady, though she looked somewhat disheveled. She had a charming face and was sitting cross-legged in a large wooden basin, laboriously paddling it toward them.

Curious about what was happening in the direction of the City of the Dead, she spotted the two at its edge, stood up, and enthusiastically inquired, "What happened in there?"

"Why does it sound so lively?"