A certain system, a certain realm.

A massive mountain wreathed in swirling clouds and mist moved slowly forward.

Atop it stood grand halls and wide mansions, pavilions and towers, creating an extremely imposing sight.

Why would a mountain move?

Because this mountain was being carried by an enormous turtle beast.

Any expert with discerning eyes would immediately realize this was the Mountain-Carrying Sacred Turtle, extremely rare in the Upper Cosmos—its rarity completely on par with the Kun.

“Boom boom!”

“Boom boom boom!”

The Mountain-Carrying Sacred Turtle’s movements were exceptionally slow, but each gesture could literally shake mountains and split earth.

This beast never appeared in mortal realms, only existing in the wilderness, so even though it caused great disturbances, it brought no disaster to living beings. In fact, if someone happened to encounter it, they would clasp their hands in prayer, hoping to receive the Sacred Turtle’s blessing.

No!

More precisely, hoping to receive the mountain’s blessing.

This all stemmed from the plaque at the mountain gate, carved with the three characters “Night King Alliance.”

That’s right.

This mountain carried by the Mountain-Carrying Sacred Turtle, this mobile mountain, was the location of the Night King Alliance that Jun Changxiao had previously inquired about.

Ever since the Heavenly Demon Emperor began ravaging the Upper Cosmos, this alliance-type organization had emerged in response, even being viewed as a savior by the entire Upper Cosmos.

The Eternal Sect also counted as a savior.

But currently, it was only limited to the Cangyun System and hadn’t spread to other star systems yet.

“May the Night King protect my Underworld Realm from the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s ravaging!” As the Mountain-Carrying Sacred Turtle slowly walked past, an old man clasped his hands devoutly.

He had specially rushed here from another plane, only hoping to gain the Night King Alliance’s protection.

“Coo coo!”

“Coo coo!”

Suddenly, sounds resembling a pigeon’s call rang out across the sky, then a streak of flowing light pierced through the void and descended into an elegant bamboo grove within the mobile mountain.

It was a golden pigeon, its eyes blinking with exceptional spirituality.

“So noisy!”

From inside a bamboo hut, a slovenly middle-aged man walked out barefoot, each step creating wind spirals where he stood.

“Swoosh!”

He stopped beneath a tree, beckoning down the cooing golden pigeon, his face stern: “If you’ve got something to say, say it quick. I still need to sleep.”

“Coo coo coo!”

“Coo coo coo!”

The golden pigeon chattered away in bird language.

The middle-aged man’s facial expression gradually shifted from drowsiness to seriousness, then he leaped up, flying toward the magnificent grand hall ahead. He rushed inside urgently, saying: “Alliance Leader, Old Li and Old He have run into trouble!”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Just as his words fell, several streams of light flew from other mountain peaks.

There was a woman with lingering charm, an elegant and refined scholar, an old man with eyes like torches. Though their appearances and attire differed, they all had profound auras, clearly indicating their considerable strength.

“Who did it?”

“Need you even guess? It must be the Heavenly Demon Emperor!”

“Looks like this bastard is ready to completely break ties with our Night King Alliance!”

“Break ties then! I’ve been annoyed with that bastard for ages. As soon as the Night King gives the word, I’ll kill my way to his lair right now!”

“Can you even beat the Heavenly Demon Emperor?”

“Uh… even if I can’t beat him, I still have to fight! We can’t just let him recklessly ravage the cosmos!”

Everyone stood in the great hall discussing, the overall atmosphere quite indignant, clearly having already attributed their companions’ troubles to the Heavenly Demon Emperor.

Of course.

Talk was talk, but everything still depended on the Alliance Leader’s decision.

“Whoosh—” After everyone waited for a while, a stream of light like pitch-black night flew in from outside, then stopped at the head seat in the hall.

“Greetings, Night King!”

Everyone cupped their fists and called out in unison.

“Swoosh!”

The black shadow sat down. Because his entire body remained shrouded in black attributes, his features were difficult to discern, giving an air of mystery.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor was the same way.

Apparently, anyone with power had to maintain an air of mystery.

“Feng Wanli.”

The Night King spoke: “Go to the Cangyun System and investigate clearly.”

His voice sounded normal—neither cold nor raspy, just that kind of very ordinary, very plain tone.

“I have to go?”

The barefoot man looked speechless.

“Third Brother may go around barefoot all the time, but in the Upper Cosmos, you’re famous for being swift as the wind. If not you, then who?” The beautiful woman smiled, full of charm and allure.

“The Heavenly Demon Emperor is currently conquering various planes in the Cangyun System. What if I encounter him?” Feng Wanli asked.

“Fight him!”

The red-haired, bare-chested muscular man said.

“…” Feng Wanli replied helplessly: “If I had skin as thick as yours, I’d definitely fight the Heavenly Demon Emperor to the end.”

“Go.”

The Night King interrupted them both: “Don’t waste time.”

“Fine.”

Feng Wanli said: “I’ll set out now.”

With that, he turned to leave.

“Wait.”

The Night King called him back: “On the way, in my name, visit the Guixu Realm and pay respects to the Guixu Sword Saint. Hope he can consider the world’s common people and join the Night King Alliance.”

“No hope.”

The refined scholar shook his head: “The Guixu Sword Saint has been in seclusion for many years. Unless the Heavenly Demon Emperor actively provokes him, he won’t easily come out of retirement.”

“These old relics are truly too stubborn. The Heavenly Demon Emperor commits all kinds of evil across the cosmos, and they just stand by and watch.” The beautiful woman spoke with considerable indignation.

“Alas.”

The scholar said helplessly: “Too many people in this world only sweep the snow from their own doorstep, never mind the frost on others’ roofs. Little do they know, when disaster strikes, no one can truly remain unaffected.”

“Therefore.”

The beautiful woman looked at the Night King with worshipful eyes: “In this time of crisis, the Alliance Leader appeared. With him leading us, we will surely defeat evil and restore bright clarity to the cosmos.”

Everyone deeply agreed.

More precisely, it was because they recognized the Night King as an extraordinary person that these top-tier experts, who could each stand alone in the Upper Cosmos, willingly followed his lead.

“Whoosh—”

From within the mobile mountain, Feng Wanli flew out alone, heading toward the Cangyun System.

The Night King stood outside the great hall, his face shrouded in darkness, gradually revealing a pair of eerie eyes, as if thinking about something, and as if struggling with something.

…

Eternal Sect.

Jun Changxiao sat in his study, researching He Wudi’s martial arts manual, when he saw Ye Xingchen push the door open, his expression very serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sect Master! This disciple heard that the three captives call themselves the Night King Alliance?”

“Mm.”

“…”

Ye Xingchen’s expression grew increasingly serious.

“Have you heard of this faction?”

“…”

The Night Emperor fell silent.

In reality, he hadn’t heard of the Night King Alliance, but in the Tianyan Realm’s illusory境, he had heard of the Night King—he himself had even been the Night King.

This Night King and the Night King Alliance—even an idiot could see they were related!

“Xingchen.”

Jun Changxiao sensed something, asking: “Do you have something on your mind?”

“Sect Master, I…”

“Wait a moment!”

Seeing him about to impulsively pour out his troubles, Jun Changxiao quickly interrupted, ordering Liu Wanshi to prepare a table of sumptuous dishes, then setting out several jars of Intoxicated Life and Death wine before finally waving his hand: “Come, tell us your story.”

“…”

Ye Xingchen’s mouth twitched.

At this moment, the study held not only the Sect Master, but also Elder Liu Sinan, Gongsun Hou, Hall Master Wei Lao, Li Luoqiu, Senior Brothers Li Qingyang and Su Xiaomo.

They gathered around the table, bowls and chopsticks placed before them, all staring at him—clearly here to listen to his troubles!

“Junior Brother.”

Su Xiaomo said: “We care about you. Be brave and speak out.”

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