Chapter 490: Sunset Ritual
Chapter 490: Sunset Ritual
In the dead of night, two figures, one male and one female, emerged from the darkness outside the Fang family residence.
"Found it! I got the address of Fang Qiong's house... It was written on her resume." The woman let out a soft laugh.
The Wormwood Forest had funded numerous archaeological teams, essentially using them as cannon fodder. However, they naturally had access to information about every team member.
"Then... let's begin. No matter what that woman has obtained, it belongs to the treasures of Wormwood Forest!" The man was eager, and in the darkness, various rustling sounds echoed, as if countless insects were writhing.
"Wait... I have a bad feeling about this." The woman suddenly spoke up. "You know... I once found the dried-up spring of the Fountain of Luck in the Ether World and held the 'Retrograde Ritual.' After drinking a sip of the water from the historical Fountain of Luck, my Ether Spirit is now warning me of potential misfortune ahead..."
The man fell silent. Although they were high-level cultivators in the Wormwood Forest, having reached the rank of Enlightened Ones, and possessed powerful Holy Relics and ritual powers, they still dared not claim to dominate the mortal world.
Not to mention that in the mortal world, even against mere mortal armies with their artillery, they would struggle to confront them directly.
Moreover, there were also Immortals and other formidable Extraordinary Beings in the mortal world.
In the mysterious world, rank was not everything.
A Wanderer might carry the gaze of a Deity upon them!
"So?" The man's eyes flickered.
"So, I can perform a precautionary Sunset Ritual first!" The woman smiled.
The Extraordinary Beings of Wormwood Forest specialized in Histopaths, and these beings were adept at seeking power from secret histories.
By imitating the rituals of significant events, they could borrow the mighty force from the unseen.
"Sunset Ritual? You've already researched it?" The man was taken aback.
The woman's voice carried a hint of pride, "During the Sunset Calamity in the Ether World, I happened to be nearby... I witnessed a divine manifestation! Although I didn't dare approach it at the time, I later visited the site and studied it for several months... I'm confident I can fully comprehend it now, and after trying it several times, the results were excellent."
"It's rumored that the Sunset Calamity was created by the Master of Mystic Sects," the man said, his eyes shifting.
"I think that's impossible... Such power, if it were the Master of Mystic Sects, then they would have to be a Deity... But a Deity's incarnation couldn't be so agile and interfere with the mortal world on such a large scale." The woman spoke up.
It was evident that they were well-informed about the Mystic Sects and some secrets regarding Deities.
In the hidden world, knowledge was power! Even 'experience' and 'memory' could become sources of strength!
"Since that's the case, you can set up the ritual first. I'll make my move, and if I don't succeed, you can immediately activate the ritual's power."
"Haha, I think you're being too cautious. Perhaps I alone can take them all down." The man laughed confidently and waved his hand.
A swarm of countless tiny black insects rushed out, heading towards Fang Xing's house...
...
In the bedroom, Fang Xing suddenly opened his eyes. "Who's praying to me?"
After breaking through the four limits of Esoteric Martial Arts, his rank had become exceptionally high, comparable to an Immortal.
And in this era, Immortals were like demi-gods.
As demi-gods, they naturally possessed divine abilities, including the ability to hear prayers within a certain range of themselves.
However, the demi-god's range was limited, probably not even covering half of Green Pavilion City, unless they utilized the Ether World as a relay.
This voice, however, was crystal clear, as if it were right outside his door.
Fang Xing released his Martial Dao Will, scanning the area, and then laughed, "What's this? Asking me to fight myself?"
"Yes, two Enlightened Ones have arrived. Fang Qiong is unlikely to handle them, so I have to step in."
At that moment, a rustling sound came from outside the window.
According to Fang Xing's perception, Fang Qiong was the first to react, quickly putting on her clothes and rushing out, followed by Fang Leng, who entered the living room with a revolver in hand.
"Not bad, their vigilance is commendable... It's just a shame that against the enemy we face now, even the steam rifle is useless..."
Fang Xing shook his head.
Just as Fang Leng was about to say something, the window shattered, and then... one after another, pitch-black worms crawled in.
Even though Fang Qiong was already a Mystic Martial Artist and no longer an ordinary person, upon seeing this scene, she still felt her scalp tingling, and goose bumps rose on her skin one after another.
"Sleep!"
Fang Leng gritted his teeth and threw out a white charm.
Bang! A burst of white light exploded, momentarily halting the movements of the black insects. But soon, they began to stir again.
"My charm?"
Fang Leng exclaimed in surprise.
"Your charm is too weak..."
Fang Xing shook his head. He braced himself with both hands, and in that instant, it was as if a pitch-black sun rose.
An invisible dark corrosion spread out, instantly stiffening and killing the insects.
Furthermore, through this corrosion, Fang Xing saw a man connected to the insects by countless lines, his figure filled with terror.
"Six Void Skill—Hand of Darkness!"
Fang Xing extended his hand, as if grasping into the darkness.
The man screamed as his chest was pierced by a pitch-black palm, but he was still able to move and struggled to escape.
"I've heavily wounded the attacker. Go find him and kill him!"
Fang Xing changed his mind and decided to use the attacker as a test for Fang Qiong.
Fang Qiong nodded. She had also witnessed the rise of that pitch-black sun, and with Fang Xing's words, she felt a mysterious connection with the attacker.
Through this connection, she could sense that the attacker was fleeing rapidly.
Whoosh! Fang Qiong lightly stamped her foot, and her figure darted out through the window.
Under the cover of night, her silhouette was like a spirit cat, chasing after the attacker.
"Hmm... something's coming."
Fang Xing approached the window, but his gaze locked onto a patch of darkness.
"What's coming?"
Fang Leng was filled with uncertainty, but then he saw a 'sun'! A real 'sun', rising from Green Pavilion City like the dawn!
It was the woman from Wormwood Forest, boldly initiating the 'Sunset Rite'!
She lit the scarecrow with a candle, watching the soul upon it wail in agony.
Everything was like a replication of the Ether World!
"God of Sunset, please bestow your mighty power and punish the unclean!"
A sinister smile appeared on the woman's face as she spoke in Gloriana, attempting to invoke the power of the ritual, aiming it at Fang Xing's family.
And then...
Her expression changed dramatically. She saw a great sun plummeting down, but its target was—herself?!
"No... God of Sunset, I perfectly replicated the Secret History, why is the ritual backfiring?"
The woman screamed, and then, under the sun's radiance, she turned into a charred corpse.
The illusory sun descended, its glow covering half of Green Pavilion City.
This night also became a topic of conversation for countless people and was named 'Night of the Setting Sun'...
"Just now..."
Fang Leng watched as the illusory sun set and disappeared, like a hallucination. Cold sweat continually dripped from his forehead.
Knowing a bit of the inside story, he truly understood the power represented by that setting sun.
If that ritual had truly gone out of control, it could have burned down half of Green Pavilion City!
"Sunset Ritual... an Ether Secret Rite..."
Fang Xing's lips twitched slightly, unsure of how to respond.
Although Beyonders were often stubborn, this was the first time he had encountered someone using a mysterious replication of a ritual to deal with him!
'Oh... there was a Beyonder on the Historical Path before, who wanted to gain powerful abilities by reenacting the rituals of the Ether World.'
'The previous attempts, I didn't oppose them as I was exploring the powers and characteristics of the Historical Path. But did they think that one success meant they would always succeed?'
'Are Beyonders really this unrigorous?'
As Fang Xing thought this, Fang Qiong returned, dragging a man with her.
"I recognized him. He's 'Elvis', the backer of our archaeological team... but he's actually a Beyonder, and he's from 'Wormwood Forest'..."
Fang Qiong's expression turned cold. "Our archaeological team was just cannon fodder. Their true goal is to find the tomb of the Blasphemer, David. David is suspected to be an Angel of the Dark Path and has been dead for many years... The tomb we excavated this time is very likely to belong to this Blasphemer..."
Fang Xing glanced at Elvis and saw that his sanity had collapsed.
The Dark Path indeed had inherent advantages in corrosion and interrogation.
Fang Qiong had done well with this test.
"Sister... when did you become so skilled at interrogation?"
Fang Leng felt like his head was filled with question marks.
At this moment, the eastern sky turned white.
A steam locomotive slowly approached, and from it stepped down Shi Lei and a pale-faced Fang Fang.
Apparently, after a night of 'visiting', this little sister had come to understand the cruelty of the hidden world...
(End of Chapter)
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