Chapter 83

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Yang Dingtian discovered that the hilt of the sword was directly inlaid with a fiery red crystal, which should be the thousand-year-old demon core. At this moment, the entire sword was pitch black, and there were fine cracks on the blade.

"These cracks are due to the sword spirit's several violent retaliations," Zhao Wujie said. "So, this sword can no longer be used. Once someone holds it, the sword spirit will immediately rise up, not only retaliating against the person holding the sword but also destroying the sword completely."

"So remember, you must strike with one decisive blow. The time you hold the sword cannot exceed three breaths, or you will be immediately killed by the raging sword spirit," Zhao Wujie emphasized heavily. "You also need to be aware that although this thousand-year-old night owl's mystic energy is sealed, its shell is extremely hard. Even this supreme Blood Black Gold Sword might not be able to pierce it. However, three hundred years ago, it received a deep wound on the top of its head. Although it has healed, the scar area's defense is certainly not as strong as the rest of its shell. You must strike that wound."

Then, Zhao Mu took out a map, which depicted the thousand-year-old night owl.

At this moment, Yang Dingtian finally saw the true appearance of the night owl. It had an ugly, flat, and pointed head, a long, snake-like neck covered in backward-facing spines, a medium-sized body with two enormous wings, and a long tail. The edges of the wings were as sharp as blades, and the long tail was covered in countless backward-facing spines. Its two hind legs were very thick and large, while its two front legs were long and thin, almost disproportionate. Each of the four claws on each front limb was like a several-meter-long blade, fierce and terrifying.

In summary, the thousand-year-old night owl was very ugly, very fierce, and every inch of it exuded a killing aura. It was indeed a dark creature forged by countless thunderbolts, as if from hell.

"The wound on its head is right here, at the very center of its head," Zhao Mu pointed to the night owl on the map. "You must remember, once you draw the sword, strike immediately. There will be no second chance. Of course, all of this is predicated on Miss Ximen Ningning returning and bringing a treasure that can completely subdue the thousand-year-old night owl."

"I believe in her," Yang Dingtian said, then reached out to take the mystic ice sword box containing the Blood Black Gold Sword.

"Put on gloves; you can't withstand this terrible cold," Zhao Mu quickly said.

However, Yang Dingtian had already picked up the entire sword box, and his arms immediately felt heavy.

Indeed, it was very heavy, over a hundred pounds, and extremely cold, not inferior to the depths of the unfrozen water pool.

Seeing that Yang Dingtian was unharmed while holding the mystic ice sword box, Zhao Mu sighed, "Indeed, you have the Ultimate Yang Mystic Vein, truly astonishing."

Yang Dingtian smiled slightly and placed the mystic ice sword box on the ground.

With the supreme Blood Black Gold Sword to kill the thousand-year-old night owl, all that was left was to wait for Ningning to return with the deep-sea mystic poison.

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It was the last day. In five hours, the twin moons would cover the twin suns, and the once-in-three-hundred-years Yin-Yang Day would arrive. At that time, it would also be the moment for Yang Dingtian to break through his mystic energy using the Five Elements Yin-Yang Array.

However, Ningning still hadn't returned.

Zhao Mu had already evacuated most of the people from the Terror Manor. If the thousand-year-old night owl couldn't be killed, the energy surge would break the seal and destroy the entire Terror Manor. Yang Dingtian had been waiting with his eyes closed on the floating stone slab, occasionally lowering his head to meet the night owl's gaze.

Today, the night owl was different from usual. Although its body was submerged in the lava, its eyes, which usually floated on the surface, were now tightly closed, as if it was preparing something. Even the lava in the entire abyss was unusually quiet today, without any eruptions or surges. In the silence, it seemed to be gathering terrifying energy.

The twin suns had already risen, but Ximen Ningning still hadn't returned.

An hour passed, the twin suns shone brightly, and the entire earth was radiant, but Ningning still hadn't returned.

Two hours later, the suns were slanted in the sky, but Ningning still hadn't returned.

Three hours later...

Four hours later...

At this moment, the two suns were hanging in the sky, scorching the entire earth. The sky was clear and cloudless.

The hottest part of the day was approaching, and the solar eclipse was only half an hour away!

But Ningning still hadn't returned.

Although Yang Dingtian still had his eyes closed, his body began to tremble slightly, his heart rate accelerated, his breathing became uneven, and his mind became cluttered.

"Why hasn't Sister Ningning come? Is she in danger? Or can't she return?"

He had already touched the mystic ice sword box multiple times, unable to resist. If Ningning didn't return soon, it would really be too late. Not only would the Five Elements Yin-Yang Array be impossible, but the thousand-year-old night owl would break free from the seal and tear Yang Dingtian to pieces, destroying the entire Terror Manor and the surrounding hundred miles.

"Click..." Suddenly, the stone door above opened.

Yang Dingtian opened his eyes in wild joy and stood up, about to call out.

"Brother Yang, it's me!" The person who arrived was Zhao Mu, and Zhao Wujie was slowly descending with him, landing on the floating stone slab.

"Brother Zhao Mu, why haven't you left yet?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Zhao Mu came to Yang Dingtian and said, "We are about to leave; if we don't go now, it will be too late. But you must come with us; we have three riding beasts."

"I won't leave," Yang Dingtian said.

"You must leave; I can't just watch you die here," Zhao Mu said. "Miss Ningning really can't make it back; there are only fifteen minutes until the solar eclipse."

Yang Dingtian's lips trembled as he said, "She said she would come back, and she will. Even though my words sound dry, that's what I truly believe."

"No, you just can't bear to give up after all your efforts," Zhao Mu said. "A man must be able to let go. What if you miss this Yin-Yang Festival? Will there be no next time?"

"There won't be, Brother Zhao Mu," Yang Dingtian said. "This is my only chance to break through my mystic energy. If I miss this, I'll have to wait another three hundred years, by which time we will all be long gone."

"I don't believe it, and you shouldn't either," Zhao Mu said firmly. "Didn't I once feel hopeless? I was turned into a cripple by Dongfang Bingling and almost gave up all hope over the years. But you appeared, and I recovered. If a miracle can happen to me, why can't it happen to you?"

Yang Dingtian said excitedly, "Brother Zhao Mu, the only miracle that can happen is whether Sister Ningning can return. If she returns before the solar eclipse, then the miracle will come to me. Otherwise, I will have lost the miracle."

"Bullshit, missing this opportunity will just make you stronger more slowly," Zhao Mu said loudly. "If you can't beat Dongfang Bingling in five years, then ten years, twenty years. I've been a cripple for five years, and I can wait another year or two to recover to my previous level. What's the difference? The dignity you regain in five years, will you not regain in ten years? The same goes for Cloud Peak City. If you regain it in ten or twenty years, will it not still be Cloud Peak City?"

Yang Dingtian fell silent.

After a long while, Yang Dingtian slowly said, "Brother Zhao Mu, you are right, and your words are very reasonable. But I won't leave. I know that if I leave, I will have lost."

Zhao Mu laughed bitterly, "Then I ask you, what's the point of staying here if Ximen Ningning doesn't return? Can you kill the thousand-year-old night owl?"

"No," Yang Dingtian said. "Instead, you should leave. If you don't leave, you won't escape the killing range of the thousand-year-old night owl. Once it goes mad, everything within a hundred miles will be a graveyard."

"That's right, we are leaving," Zhao Mu turned and said. "But you must leave too. I won't argue with you anymore; you are completely obsessed. I can't just watch you die. Uncle, take him away by force."

Yang Dingtian immediately pulled out a dagger and placed it at his neck, saying calmly, "I have no intention of committing suicide. I just want to express my will, an unshakable will."

Zhao Mu gritted his teeth, his temples bulging, about to order Zhao Wujie to control Yang Dingtian and take him away by force.

"Forget it," Zhao Wujie suddenly said slowly. "Perhaps he is destined to take this risk. If he can't get through this, it means he is not the chosen one. Let him be."

Yang Dingtian put down the dagger and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Senior."

"Boom..." At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently, and the lava sea ten thousand meters below surged.

"The time is almost up; we must leave immediately," Zhao Wujie said.

Zhao Mu looked at Yang Dingtian with a complex expression, took a deep breath, and said, "Take care."

Then, he turned and crouched on Zhao Wujie's back, and the two of them dashed out of the stone door, disappearing from Yang Dingtian's sight.

Yang Dingtian, on the other hand, became calm, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the final moment.

"Boom..." Another loud noise, the lava sea began to rise in waves, and the thousand-year-old night owl slowly opened its eyes, enormous and deep, filled with excitement and restlessness.

It slowly rose from the lava sea.

At this moment, in the clear blue sky, two dark shadows gradually invaded the twin suns, inch by inch, bit by bit, covering them.

The solar eclipse had arrived, and the twin moons began to cover the twin suns.

The entire earth gradually darkened, inch by inch.

All the people on the Chaotic Continent looked up at the twin suns in the sky with great reverence, slowly kneeling down, waiting for the most mysterious, most terrifying, and most sacred moment in three hundred years.

All the beasts on the Chaotic Continent knelt down, curled up, and hid in the safest caves, waiting for the most terrifying moment.

Only the dark creatures were restless, extremely excited, and extremely frenzied. For the past three hundred years, their most joyous moment was about to arrive. Their energy would surge tenfold, even though it would be followed by a year of weakness for less than an hour of power, but they were willing.

The twin moons gradually covered the twin suns, and the earth became darker, inch by inch.

Below the lava sea, the thousand-year-old beast slowly stood up, rising from the lava sea, a hundred-meter-tall body. It was even more terrifying, more fierce, more bloodthirsty, and uglier than in the picture.

"Human, you want to kill me?" Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice echoed throughout the abyss, coming from the thousand-year-old night owl's mouth.

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