Chapter 92: Sacred Rain Emerges, Corpse Soul Refinement!

As Lin Ran pointed forward, his finger landed on the void before him.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to freeze completely. A chilling aura of annihilation, as if it had emerged from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, surged from Lin Ran's fingertip and swept outward like a hurricane!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The frozen world shattered an instant later. Behind Lin Ran, space suddenly writhed and twisted at high speed. It was as if something dreadful was about to condense and emerge from the void.

Staring at Mo Tianxing and the three elders of the Demon Flame Valley ahead of him, Lin Ran let out a cold sneer. He raised his right hand high and clenched it abruptly toward the four figures before him.

"Bang!"

With that motion, the twisted space suddenly halted. Then, under the horrified gazes of the others, it split open rapidly.

From within, a colossal jet-black finger—dozens of meters long—pierced through space and crashed down directly on Mo Tianxing and his companions.

This enormous finger radiated a terrifying aura of absolute extinction, as if all traces of life beneath it would be reduced to dust.

As the finger descended from the sky, space along its path tore apart, forming a spatial rift over a hundred meters long.

"What a terrifying strike!"

Han Feng, who had fled in panic, turned pale as he gazed from afar at the spatial fissure ripped open.

Lü Yi, Xiao Yixian, and Qing Lin were all trembling in fear.

Just the oppressive aura alone was this terrifying—if they had been the targets of that strike, their bodies would've exploded into a mist of blood before the finger even landed.

Everything beneath the giant finger was obliterated. In the blink of an eye, it landed upon Mo Tianxing and the three elders.

A deep, thunderous sound echoed out, as if striking directly into the souls of everyone present, making their hearts pound violently. A dreadful pressure swept over the entire field, causing everyone's limbs to tremble.

"Bang! Crack!"

An earth-shattering energy erupted as Lin Ran raised his palm, enveloping Lü Yi, Xiao Yixian, and Qing Lin in protective Dou Qi.

In the next moment, the massive energy backlash annihilated everything. The entire auction house collapsed under the destructive force!

A towering energy wave rose into the sky. Nearly all the experts from the Eight-Gate Hall and Black Seal City were wiped out in an instant—turned to nothingness, not even ashes remained.

The sweeping blast flattened everything within a kilometer radius around the auction venue—reduced to nothing, not even ruins.

"What terrifying might! What a commotion!"

In Twilight City, Su Qian and Zi Yan were stunned as they stared toward the direction of Black Seal City. Even from this great distance, the turbulent Dou Qi fluctuations were clearly visible.

It spoke volumes about how intense and horrifying the battle over there had been.

"Thankfully… he managed to hold it off."

An elder in a gray robe sighed deeply as he looked toward the distorted space in front of him.

"Heaven Rank Dou Technique… that kid really is monstrous. When I was his age, I was just a Dou Shi."

"If he continues to grow, it's impossible to predict how strong he'll become—he may even rival the Dean. But it's a pity that he's made enemies of her family. Surviving will be difficult."

"Still… whatever happens, we can't let them fight within the academy. Forget Dou Zun battles—just that level of Dou Technique could flatten the entire Inner Academy."

The two old men exchanged bitter smiles.

They could only do their best and leave the rest to fate.

Back in Black Seal City, thick smoke billowed. A figure dashed away through the smoke and vanished like a fleeing shadow.

Lin Ran slightly raised his brow but didn't bother to stop him. That man still had his uses.

With a sweep of his sleeve, the smoke before him dispersed completely.

On the now-flattened ground, a broken corpse lay still. There was no trace of life left. Judging from the remnant aura, it was none other than the Black Emperor Sect's leader—Mo Tianxing.

As for the three elders of Demon Flame Valley, their bodies were utterly destroyed—reduced to nothing.

Under the Finger of Annihilation, nothing survived.

Lin Ran showed no courtesy. With a wave of his hand, he stowed Mo Tianxing's corpse into his storage ring.

The corpse of a Dou Zong expert was extremely valuable, not to mention the spatial ring he carried.

As the leader of the Black Emperor Sect and someone who could bring out the Bodhisattva Transforming Body Saliva, his inventory surely contained many rare treasures.

"My lord."

Lü Yi led Xiao Yixian and Qing Lin forward, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

Such terrifying Dou Techniques, such overwhelming power—this was their Young Master!

It was simply… incredible!

"My lord, Han Feng escaped," Lü Yi said softly.

"No matter."

Lin Ran replied calmly.

Han Feng had forcibly detonated the Sea Heart Flame to escape the lock of the Great Annihilation Technique. Lin Ran knew this and had even allowed it.

With his current strength, how could a mere Dou Huang peak expert escape if Lin Ran truly wished to stop him?

"This auction drew in high-ranking members from nearly all major forces in the Black-Corner Region. Even if not sect leaders, most were elders or young masters."

Lü Yi looked respectfully at Lin Ran and continued in a low voice, "I remember you once said you wanted to establish your own force here in the Black-Corner Region. Now that most of the top-tier experts have died… this region will surely undergo a massive change."

The Black-Corner Region was already a chaotic, lawless zone.

Now, with so many experts and key figures dead, it was impossible to predict what the future held.

But one thing was certain—the existing balance among the major sects would be shattered.

Groups like the Mad Lion Gang, the Sky Yin Sect, and the Rakshasa Gate had all lost their leaders in this battle. No one could say what those sects would become.

As for a behemoth like the Black Emperor Sect, it was destined to collapse with the deaths of Mo Tianxing and Mo Ya.

Under such chaos, Lin Ran's plan to build a sect of his own might…

"Only through wildfire can new sprouts emerge."

"Though the Black-Corner Region appeared chaotic, its inner workings were entangled with the interests of numerous sects. In truth, its internal connections were more complex than those of the empire's sects."

"Had I built a sect under such conditions, even if it succeeded, it would've been plagued with all kinds of garbage. I don't have the time or patience to clean up that mess."

Lin Ran's tone was calm, yet his words determined the fate of an entire region.

"Lü Yi, the auction house may be destroyed, but Black Seal City still stands. Go tidy it up. Absorb all remnants of the Eight-Gate Hall and Black Seal City."

"This place will serve as the foundation for our future sect."

"Understood."

Lü Yi nodded slightly.

Black Seal City was undoubtedly one of the major cities in the Black-Corner Region. While it didn't match Feng City or the Black Emperor City, it rivaled even Twilight City in size and development.

Even though Lin Ran's battle had destroyed the auction house and everything for several kilometers around it, that was only a fraction of the city.

"Young Master, if we're establishing a sect… it should have a name, right?"

Xiao Yixian raised her small hand curiously. "What are we going to call it?"

At her words, Lü Yi and Qing Lin also looked toward Lin Ran.

They had known since the beginning that he planned to build a sect, but he'd never mentioned its name.

It wasn't that Lin Ran didn't want to say it—he just hesitated.

The name that came to his lips was Yunyu Sect, but he didn't say it aloud.

Yunyu Sect… He knew all too well what kind of sect that was. It existed solely to serve the Scorpion Demon Three Ghosts.

Aside from them, the rest of the sect was filled with furnace cauldrons—without exception.

If he established the Yunyu Sect here, would that mean Xiao Yixian and Qing Lin were destined for the same fate?

No!

If that had been his intent from the start, he would never have passed on techniques like the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture, Ice Sovereign Force, or the Thousand Blossom Nether Pupil.

He would have taught them the Bliss Art instead.

This would not be a branch sect.

This would be his sect.

"The Twelve Peaks of Sacred Rain, King Xiang ascends the terrace tonight… Yunyu Sect, oh Yunyu Sect…"

Lin Ran chuckled softly, shaking his head under the curious gazes of the three girls.

With a step, he vanished from sight, leaving only a calm voice behind.

"I'll call it… Sacred Rain Sect."

(End of Chapter)