Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin As the world lost its colour, all creatures fell in disarray. Demonic power roiled with ever-growing power, shadowing the Continent Assembly and chilling the bones of every cultivator present; they knew death had come. Chen Changan sipped his drink and snacked on a Spiritual Fruit, wondering what got everyone jumping to their feet. Xiao Hei spoke gravely, “Young Master, danger has come to the gathering.” Ling Bao’er said, “Master, I can feel it too.” Chen Changan was silent. [How come you feel it, but I don’t? I get it, my Avatar’s just too weak.] “Master, what do we do?” Ling Bao’er asked. Chen Changan said, “Observe.” Ling Bao’er, Foxy, and Xiao Hei were fearless with Chen Changan around. They believed none in the Nine Province Continent topped Chen Changan in terms of power. Wind picked up. Black mist rolled in and covered the Continent Assembly. It carried a vile and evil aura, spreading malice and terror with every shriek from Malignant Spirits. Metal flickered and bloodlust spiked! Malignant Spirits came out in the thousands, surrounding all of Dragon Phoenix Lake and blocking any cultivator from leaving. Each Malignant Spirit was a type of undead, made up of thick death energy that robbed people of their bravery. “Where are the Lords?” An androgynous voice boomed from the black mist. The Holy Lady stepped forward, “Fellow Daoist, have you come to the Continent Assembly? Why don’t you reveal yourself?” Mist Province Lord huffed, “You must have a death wish using scare tactics here, at the Continent Assembly!” Scarlet Province Lord was even more wild. “Take a hike!” He brandished the freshly refined Immortal Treasure, and the copper furnace lit up as the flaming Immortal monkey appeared with a roar. Chen Changan squinted, [All the leadership on the continent has gathered here, but someone still barged in guns blazing?] The cold voice echoed once more. “Hi-hi, since all the Lords are here, take out your cauldrons if you want to live, or Continent Assembly will be your grave!” Everyone was outraged. [Who is it? Who dares to run rampant here?] The Continent Assembly was a gathering of heroes and Province Lords, filled with Immortal Slayers and Empty Immortals. Moreover, it also included the continent-approved strongest, Absolute Dominator. He did slap an Immortal dead, after all. One couldn’t stress that enough. Yet even that couldn’t quell the enemy’s arrogance? “Stop being a coward and show yourself, you prick!” “You’re not worthy to make us use our cauldrons. Pathetic!” “Come and get them yourself!” “Keep it up and see how Senior will slap you too!” The mockery continued, filled with utter disdain. The voice turned colder at their blatant disregard for the show of force, spatting. “Fine, then all of you will just have to die!” A foul wind howled. The Spirits shrieked, filling the world with their bloodlust. The Malignant Spirits came in like an unstoppable flood, trembling the world with their malice. And all this time, only they acted; the voice’s owner never revealed. The relentless and savage dark forces clashed with the strongest cultivators on the continent. The Malignant Spirits showed no qualms in bathing the world in their hatred and bloodlust, giving their all to drag these unfortunate souls to hell.