"What shall we do?" Little Black transmitted his voice to Ye Chen, watching the figures charging madly all around them. "Wait," Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged.

"There are countless tribal chieftains here, leaders from light-years around have gathered. We'll wait for this wave to enter, then look for opportunities to hunt those remaining outside." "We're not going in?" Little Black glanced with some reluctance at the imposing Emperor City.

Ye Chen paused for a moment. "There will certainly be guards at the entrance.

We don't have credentials, so getting in will be difficult. Let's circle around first and see if there are any lone tribal chieftains we can target." "Alright." Little Black sighed helplessly, taking one last lingering look at the magnificent and awe-inspiring Emperor City.

Then, accompanied by Kabba and the other puppets, he began flying around the perimeter. As he surveyed the area, he noticed countless dense shadows swarming toward the Emperor City from all directions.

Those able to enter were mostly tribal chieftains, with the exception of a few who were simply spectators or held special status. Not long after Little Black started flying, a call suddenly came from nearby, and a figure swiftly darted over from not far away, intercepting them.

It was an old man clad in a long robe, covered entirely in dark scales, with sharp talons and a protruding red horn on his forehead. His eyes were like a viper's, yet his face held a benevolent smile.

He said courteously, "May I ask the esteemed guests to wait a moment." Little Black frowned. "What is it?" The old man smiled faintly.

"I am the chieftain of the Erbei Tribe, and I wish to invite you to accompany me into the Emperor City." "Oh?" Little Black's brow twitched, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes. "An invitation to the Emperor City?

You're not planning on charging a fee, are you?" The old man looked somewhat embarrassed. "It's not like that.

I rushed here upon receiving the summons from the Dark Temple and didn't bring any warriors or generals from my tribe; I am alone. If I were to enter the Emperor City like this, it would inevitably be dangerous.

I hoped to invite your esteemed self to accompany and protect me." "Oh..." Little Black deliberately drew out the sound, studying him with amusement. "What level tribe are you chieftain of?" The old man shuffled awkwardly.

"The Erbei Tribe is a Level Nine tribe, so I am permitted to bring three people in with me." Little Black glanced meaningfully at Kabba. Among their group, only Kabba possessed the most profound aura, seemingly bottomless and shifting between real and illusory states.

This old man was likely eyeing Kabba the most. "Boss, should we agree?" Little Black transmitted to Ye Chen.

"Agree," Ye Chen replied succinctly. Little Black looked up at the hideously ugly old man and nodded.

"I agree to your request." The old man's eyes lit up with joy. "Really?

Thank you so much! As long as you esteemed adults protect me, if we are fortunate enough to obtain a Divine Artifact inside, I will certainly share it equally with you!" "Oula Oula," Little Black grinned broadly.

"Everything is negotiable." The old man hesitated for a moment, then slowly took several talismans from his robes. "These are Dark Contract Talismans.

Once you accept them, should the controller of the main talisman—myself—die, you will also die. Gentlemen, I mean no malice; I just don't want us to turn on each other when treasure is involved." Little Black frowned, gazing at the talismans in the old man's hand, an icy glint flashing in his eyes.

He transmitted mentally to Ye Chen, "Boss, should we agree?" "Do not agree," Ye Chen's gaze sharpened. "Lead him to a less populated area." Little Black acknowledged mentally, then looked up at the old man with a smile.

"I understand what you mean, absolutely. However, the process of embedding these talismans is a bit delicate; I prefer not to be disturbed.

Let's move to a quieter spot." The old man pondered for a moment before agreeing, "Very well." Immediately, Little Black scanned the surroundings and noticed the air space close to the ocean was nearly deserted. No one paid attention to the dark, vast sea; most people were hovering high in the sky, gazing ahead at the towering, beautiful Emperor City, neglecting the insignificant ground beneath their feet.

When the old man followed Little Black and the others to this spot, Little Black took the talismans from his hand and sent a voice transmission to Ye Chen: "Boss, what now?" Hum~ A spatial ripple transmitted from the Spatial Folding Bag, enveloping the spacetime within a three-zhang radius. Under the force of spacetime, the old man’s body suddenly stiffened, his eyes wide open in horror.

Although he couldn't even move his pupils, his heart was filled with absolute dread. "How is this possible!

How can there be a Domain! He clearly only has one cultivator at the True Void God Realm, not yet a true deity—how can he possess a Domain!!" he screamed internally, filled with disbelief.

However, the spacetime force quickly invaded his brain, directly destroying the brain cells. All his neural activity was severed, and his soul vanished.

Ye Chen, still inside the Spatial Folding Bag, activated the Rune Civilization technology, extracting a Black Snail Worm. He shrunk the Spatial Folding Bag down to the size of a ping-pong ball, pushed the Black Snail Worm out, and then reduced the bag again to the size of a needle tip.

The Black Snail Worm hovered in mid-air, drifting toward the old man, and burrowed into his ear. Moments later, the old man's dim eyes regained a flicker of life.

Ye Chen recalled the Imitation Universe Disc. With this Domain-type Divine Artifact, it was trivial to instantly kill anyone below the Deity level; dealing with this old man was effortless.

"Boss," the old man addressed Little Black respectfully. Little Black chuckled.

"As expected, the Boss has the best methods. This old fellow thought he'd have to struggle against Kabba to kill him, which would definitely draw attention.

He never imagined we possess a Domain-type Divine Artifact!" Ye Chen nodded slightly. It was understandable that the old man hadn't considered a Domain Artifact; such artifacts were even rarer and more expensive than starships, something even powerful deities hesitated to purchase.

He gave instructions: "Using his identity, take us in. If we pass the security check, we go inside." "Oula!" Little Black grinned widely and ordered the old man, "Lead the way, let's head for the Emperor City!" The old man nodded respectfully and turned to lead them.

Soon, he brought Ye Chen and the others before the Emperor City. It stood like a massive steel machine, within which countless spire-like structures could faintly be seen.

There were numerous entrances along the eastern side, with a passage visible every hundred kilometers or so. Each entrance was a metal gate, about two zhang high and one zhang wide, guarded by metal stone carvings holding weapons, seemingly standing watch.

Outside these openings, vast crowds were queued up, surging madly inside. "With so many people going in, any artifacts they had must have already been snatched up," Little Black muttered.

The old man shook his head. "That's not necessarily true.

According to the memories of this tribal chieftain, this Emperor City was left behind by a Divine Emperor powerhouse named 'Wan Ren Xiong' (Ten Thousand Heroes). That Divine Emperor was quite famous in the central region of this Dark Great World.

Rumor has it he was a figure from the previous Samsara Holy War. After his death, his remaining Emperor City, named 'Devil God Palace,' remained lost—unexpectedly, it has been discovered here." "Inside the Devil God Palace Emperor City, there are numerous hidden sentinels and intricate mechanisms.

One wrong step and you could be instantly pulverized. Whether one obtains treasure inside depends entirely on personal luck." Little Black looked up at the Emperor City, made entirely of black metal, possessing an ancient, weathered texture seemingly sculpted by countless ages of wind and frost.

"Devil God Palace. This person dared to call himself a Devil God..." Just then— Boom!

A deafening roar suddenly shook the entire sky. Countless black clouds and shadowy miasma churned violently.

In the cold, dark sky, a streak of light suddenly tore open, erupting in dazzling scarlet radiance—red as blood, yet carrying a hint of warmth. It shone down, enveloping an area of a thousand miles.

Within this red light, the swirling black clouds suddenly parted, and a dark figure shot out rapidly, plummeting downward in evident distress. Ye Chen, hidden safely within the Spatial Folding Bag, watched the scene through the video receiver.

His expression shifted slightly. The figure had soft, fiery red hair, large, pure black, brilliant eyes hinting at mischief, and wore a flowing red silk robe.

Her skin was as fair as snow, possessing an allure capable of toppling nations and bewitching all beings. It was none other than the red-haired girl who had pursued him into the Dark Great World!

Ye Chen never expected this girl to track him all the way to the Dark Great World. From the fact that she commanded deity-level experts to surround and kill him, it was clear that the mastermind behind everything was this seemingly harmless young girl.

Most unbelievably, she had chased him into the central region of the Dark Great World! And...

Her appearance seemed slightly different. In the sky, the red-haired girl descended from a great height.

With a gesture of her finger, a beam of red light materialized from the surrounding crimson glow, landing in her fair hand, becoming a slender, cold sword of fiery red. Its blade shimmered with fluctuating, sharp light, so cold it seemed capable of freezing flame.

She swung it down towards the sky with immense force! This single strike seemed to cleave the entire world in two!

Amidst an incomparably fierce crimson sword-qi, the sky split open, revealing a straight, black rift from which a desolate wind and chaotic slivers of spatial shards blew out. Ye Chen couldn't help but narrow his eyes, staring fixedly at the scarlet longsword in the red-haired girl's hand.

Simultaneously, the black clouds in the sky suddenly boiled, rolling back to either side. A figure slowly stepped out from within—a man with a head of golden curls, pale, almost bloodless skin, and eyes that were melancholic and profound, as if he had seen through all creation, perceiving a world others could not.

An elegant curve played on his lips. He wore flowing white robes, and even in the human world, he would have been an exceptionally handsome man.

Now, facing the sharp, ice-cutting sword energy, his expression remained calm as he slowly extended his hand and clenched his fist slightly. Boom!

The entire sky trembled. Wind and clouds shifted wildly.

Before this man, the world seemed to be grasped in one hand. Intense spatial fluctuations from all directions frantically converged, forming an invisible massive hand that crushed the fierce, murderous crimson sword-qi!