CHAPTER 732: CHAPTER 354: THEN JUST KILL THEM ALL

In the Japanese-style courtyard, chaotic cherry blossoms fluttered, and the old man seemed to howl madly, like the roar of a monster.

The antique tea set on the stone table had been pushed to the ground, tea and tea leaves mixed and splattered on the ground. The fluttering cherry blossoms were shredded by a fierce wind and fell into the turbulent pond, with the ripples trembling wildly.

"Hey, hey, calm down!"

The Think Tank dared not get close, only crouching under the eaves, advising helplessly, "These are all illusions. Those people you see have long been dead, so how could they come back for revenge? Among them, only Taihua is still alive. If she really wanted to kill you, you’d already be a corpse."

"This is what you’ve said yourself: for those who can truly kill you, there is no need to fear them, because fear is useless. You should worry about whether those who can’t kill you would one day surpass you."

He scratched his head, "If you keep this up, you’ll tear down Tokyo!"

Netherworld, holding a ghost knife like it was cast from gold, looked up at the sky and curiously said, "Clearly, I acted with him, so why was he the only one hit in the end, and I’m fine?"

Currently, only the two of them could walk into this ancient courtyard.

The Think Tank had an Undying Body, and even though no one knows the principle, he simply couldn’t die.

Netherworld himself was a Ninth Rank Candle Yin God, one of the few super strong in the Demigod Domain, naturally qualifying to walk into the courtyard, and wasn’t easily killed.

Aside from them, no one could enter.

Even people from the Jiang Family had to wait in a shrine a street away.

Jiang Chunyang had obviously gone mad. He was like a lion at the end of its road, glaring with bloodshot eyes as if patrolling his domain, muttering as if chanting.

In fact, he wasn’t chanting, he was just silently reciting some names.

Some names buried in history.

He recited a total of thirty-two names, each a famous figure in the recent history of the Ascenders, pioneers of the Golden Age. They were pioneers, giants of civilization, heroes defending the world, even once storming into the deepest layers of the Ancient God Realm, personally igniting blood and fire, illuminating the stars.

Among them were the couple Taiqing and Taihua.

Each name exploded like thunder.

Few people mentioned these names, and the majority were unfamiliar with them.

Jiang Chunyang was an exception. Now at the ripe age of 479, he was a living fossil of human civilization, rarely has anyone as long-lived as him among the Ascenders. He had witnessed historical progress with his own eyes.

Even before he betrayed the Order World, he had been among these names.

For him, even prodigies like Qing and Chi seemed like children.

Now, those departed heroes seemed to come from the Netherworld, questioning this traitor like angry spirits, asking why he abandoned the oaths made and the faith forged by comrades’ lives.

"Taiqing, you’re already dead! You were killed by your own pupil. Your faith is a joke! Millennia of war means nothing, why should I sacrifice myself to save this world. My goal is beyond the highest heaven, the ultimate ends of the stars and sea, to reach the very peak step by step!"

Jiang Chunyang roared in anger, "Get out!"

Trapped within illusions, he couldn’t pull himself out, suddenly letting out a heartrending scream.

As if stabbed in the fantasy, that pain seemed to take him back a hundred years in time, fighting fiercely on the battlefield, while the comrades were no longer fighting alongside him, but whispering like ghosts around him, as if wanting to devour him whole.

With a rumbling boom.

Thunder rolled across the sky, dark clouds gathered overhead, a storm was brewing in the high air, as if a monstrous beast spitting lightning opened its eyes, glaring angrily down at the city.

Even though Tokyo was a city that never slept, it was shrouded in dark clouds.

As if even the lights were consumed by darkness, lost to the light.

That was the power of the Dark Realm Curtain.

If someone overlooked from high above, they would see the city covered by a mysterious black Array Pattern, with millions of corpses walking in the city, like a tide of zombies!

This was the one hundred thousand trillion Dead Spirit Formation.

For years, Jiang Chunyang had deliberately stored corpses in Tokyo, to activate in necessary times and let the Corpse Ghosts become his most loyal troops, maintaining his rule.

"Taiqing, Taihua! Taiqing, Taihua!"

The old man bellowed wildly, no one knew what kind of torture he suffered in the illusion.

The wind howled, sweeping up the cherry blossom fragments on the ground.

The Think Tank’s forehead hair was tousled by the wind, sighed, "If I’m not mistaken, this should be the curse of the Candle Light Divine Tree, the most terrible thing in the world, even he can’t escape it. The Order of the Hidden only burned a section of root, using the extracted ashes to achieve such a dreadful effect, of course, it had to be used on him."

Netherworld calmly said, "After all, the King’s legacy isn’t in my hands, right?"

A Ninth Rank Taiyi God going mad, and a veteran Evolver at that, was a terrifying thing.

At this moment, Jiang Chunyang seemed to sense something, his malevolent old face showing a sinister smile, his gaze looked toward Shinjuku District, a wild fire igniting deep in his eyes.