The Summoning of the Nameless Dark Forest

Demonic energy surged within him!

Yang Fan deeply comprehended the boundless and profound power of the demonic path. At that moment, he felt as if he stood atop all beings, gazing down upon the world.

His consciousness slipped into a pitch-black and unfathomable space, where the intricate mysteries of the Nine Nether Demon Art and its esoteric incantations spiraled endlessly in his mind. However, his ** could not endure such torment; his face twisted in agony, his eyes bled with crimson, and his body swelled painfully, nearing the brink of explosion!

At this rate, he would inevitably explode and perish!!

In truth, the meridians within him had already ruptured multiple times, yet his extraordinary constitution had miraculously mended them each time.

"What should I do...?"

In desperation, he hastily began to heal all his internal injuries.

From the verdant land, a continuous stream of cool, soothing energy flowed through his limbs and organs, even penetrating his very soul.

In an instant, Yang Fan felt his spiritual clarity return, reimmersed in that serene and warm natural atmosphere, and the demonic energy within him was pacified.

When all returned to calmness...

Swish!

Yang Fan's consciousness withdrew from the "Immortal Void." The earlier events, though seeming to stretch on infinitely, had transpired in merely a breath's time.

To prevent the previous upheaval from recurring, Yang Fan chose to leave a portion of his consciousness within the "Immortal Void." Thus, another "him" stood upon the green land within that space, constantly absorbing the boundless vitality and refreshing energy.

Due to the overwhelming demonic energy and the oppressive might of the millennia-old headless demon corpse, the rotund-faced Daoist and Hu Fei bore tremendous pressure, preoccupied with their own survival and utterly oblivious to Yang Fan's transformation.

Exhaling softly, Yang Fan felt the Nine Nether demonic energy still surging restlessly within him, maintaining a mysterious connection with the vast demonic energy that filled the tomb.

Suddenly, the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse trembled, emitting a terrifying, soul-shattering roar that resonated for miles around. The wild demonic energy rippled outward like waves, spreading in all directions.

"Not good!"

The Daoist's face paled in that instant. Channeling a century's worth of profound magic, a layer of solid gray light instantly coalesced around his body.

Boom!

The Daoist was hurled by the violent wave of demonic energy, crashing hard against the tomb's exceptionally solid stone wall, his mouth opening to scream, but no sound emerged. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless, his life hanging by a thread.

Hu Fei, just behind him, instinctively dropped to the ground but still could not escape his fate. With a resounding "bang," he collided with the stone wall, blood streaming from his head, his eyes rolling back as he fell into unconsciousness.

Yang Fan stood at the entrance of the grand hall, a distance away from the two. His sensitivity to demonic energy was acute, and he immediately retreated outside, activating the Nine Nether demonic energy to form a protective barrier around him.

However, the speed of the raging demonic energy was alarmingly swift, sweeping through the area in an instant. Even though he had sensed it in advance, he was still caught within its reach.

Bang!

Yang Fan was also thrown back, the Nine Nether demonic energy within him surging violently, assimilating a small portion of the demonic energy, only to be torn apart again.

With a thud, he crashed against the outer layer of the tomb.

Puff!

A massive sword was planted at the tomb's entrance, deeply embedded in the layers of bones, blocking much of the demonic energy's might.

"Ancestor!"

"Grandfather!"

The people of the Rain Mist Mountain Manor wore expressions of delight as they immediately retreated.

It turned out that this elegant elder was the ancestor of the Chu family from Rain Mist Mountain Manor.

"What a formidable shockwave of demonic energy!" The Chu family ancestor gritted his teeth, holding on for a moment before withdrawing his spiritual weapon and hastily retreating.

In fact, when the shockwave of demonic energy reached the tomb's entrance, its power diffused through layers and spread in all directions; otherwise, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would struggle to withstand its might.

Before long, another gray-robed elder appeared from an inconspicuous corner, buried beneath the layers of dust, his consciousness teetering on the brink of extinction.

This time, the attack Yang Fan endured was imbued with catastrophic force. Even with his abnormal constitution and the assistance of the green land from the "Immortal Void," he could not swiftly heal his body.

This served to illustrate the sheer terrifying power harbored within that demonic energy—likely on par with the might of a high-tier cultivator's attack.

However, this demonic energy was merely a byproduct of the millennia-old headless demon corpse's power, akin to yawning or blowing air; it was not a direct assault from the corpse itself. This made it all the more unfathomable to imagine the true strength of its essence.

"Quickly, retreat!" 

Outside the tomb, an elegant elder clad in moonlit robes soared towards them, extending his hand. A crescent-shaped flying sword descended from the heavens, radiating silvery brilliance. With a hum, it transformed into a giant silver sword over ten feet long, thrusting itself into the tomb's entrance. He fixed his gaze on the source of the surging demonic energy within the tomb and inquired, "Has the Fat Ghost Daoist not emerged?"

The Chu ancestor, still shaken, replied, "The recent surge of demonic energy was simply too immense; the Fat Ghost Daoist likely has only a forty percent chance of survival."

Clearly, the gray-robed elder who had long been lurking alongside the Chu ancestor was none other than the ancestor of the Yang family from Yang Fortress. 

These two had some hidden agreement, preparing to conspire against the Fat Ghost Daoist, yet their plans had spiraled far beyond their control.

At this moment, the Yang family ancestor's expression flickered with uncertainty as he gazed toward the tomb, his face etched with unwillingness. He gritted his teeth and declared, "As long as this ghost path remains, I cannot rest easy in my grave."

With a resolute countenance, he channeled his power and courageously flew into the tomb.

Upon reaching the entrance, a thunderous crash echoed, and the demonic might descended. The towering thousand-year-old headless demon corpse began to step out, enveloped in rolling waves of demonic energy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each of its steps, the ground trembled slightly, and the released demonic energy sent chills down the spines of onlookers, stifling their breaths.

"Run!" 

The Yang family ancestor was filled with terror, his face drained of color. Witnessing such overwhelming might, he dared not venture inside any longer. He thought to himself, "With such a supreme demon emerging, the Fat Ghost Daoist has no hope of survival."

Whoosh!

The two Foundation Establishment elders were utterly intimidated, retreating on their flying swords into the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each step of the creature was heavy and forceful, leaving imprints deep into the earth, with cracks spreading like a spiderweb, attesting to its strength.

Wail! The thousand-year-old headless demon corpse suddenly halted, turning towards a certain direction. Despite lacking a head, it seemed to respond to a calling in the void.

If Yang Fan were still conscious at that moment, he might have realized that the direction the headless demon corpse faced was indeed the "Nameless Dark Forest" from that fateful day. Unfortunately, he was now teetering on the brink of death…

**In the North of Xiuyu Pavilion, Beneath the Abyssal Ravine,**

**The Nameless Dark Forest.**

After several months of changes, the entire Nameless Dark Forest was shrouded beneath a layer of sinister demonic energy, resembling a colossal black hole.

Regardless of their level, any living being traversing above the Nameless Dark Forest during this period would undoubtedly be pulled in, vanishing without a trace.

Unlike the past, various sects of cultivators had taken position near the Nameless Dark Forest, among them Mr. Xu from the Yang family in the capital.

Suddenly—a bone-chilling voice resonated from within the Nameless Dark Forest, sending the undulating demonic energy into a frenzied churn, causing the shadow of the black hole encircling the forest to display signs of instability.

In an instant, the entire forest's demonic energy intensified by a third, and the area cloaked by the black hole's shadow continued to expand.

"What exactly is happening? The demonic energy has intensified once more," one person murmured.

Everyone present was at least at the Spirit Condensation stage, belonging to the upper echelons of the cultivation world in the Yuyang Kingdom.

"Mr. Xu, what is your take on this?" a dignified middle-aged man inquired.

"It seems that the nameless demon within this forest is awakening further. Once it regains full awareness, it will herald the return of the 'Nine Nether.' I sense that day is not far off…" Xu remarked, gazing into the demonic energy-laden Nameless Dark Forest, sighing softly.

"This time, our Yang family from the capital must seize the opportunity. The re-emergence of the 'Nine Nether' will invariably alter the landscape of the cultivation