Chapter 1171: The Wrath of the Eternal Night Ancestor

In a lavish palace hall.

A handsome young man clad in resplendent golden robes and wearing a crown lounged casually on the main seat, while a bewitching woman in black gauze sat beside him, feeding him wine.

Below, two guests sat on either side, each attended by beautiful women.

One guest was a short, stout old man in black robes—the City Lord of the ‘Sacred Flame City,’ the foremost gathering place for fiends across the Heart Realm Continent. As an Ultimate-level expert, the Sacred Flame City he ruled was universally acknowledged as the top den of villains, largely due to his sworn brother, the invincible ‘Iron Eagle Palace Master.’

Across the Heart Realm Continent, aside from the Six Great Ancient Kingdoms and the Undying Netherworld Emperor, there were two other invincible existences.

Not every invincible chose to establish an ancient kingdom.

The Iron Eagle Palace Master was one such figure—the most low-key among all invincibles, neither preaching nor leading a major faction, instead quietly cultivating within his Iron Eagle Palace. Yet with such a sworn brother and his own Ultimate-level strength, the Sacred Flame City Lord ensured his domain was recognized as the foremost gathering of fiends.

The other guest resembled a humanoid insect, clad in black scales with a pair of crystalline, translucent wings on his back and two soft antennae on his forehead—the even more mysterious ‘Ancestor Insect.’

“Hmm, what occasion is it today that brings another guest?” The golden-robed youth on the main seat chuckled lightly.

Light coalesced in the hall, forming a man draped in a black cloak embroidered with golden patterns. His face was pale, but his eyes were icy—none other than the ‘Eternal Night Primogenitor,’ one of the two invincible existences of the Primogenitor Ancient Kingdom.

“Eternal Night, you’ve come.” The golden-robed youth smiled and waved a hand, conjuring another seating arrangement at the forefront below. “Come, come. I’m entertaining the Sacred Flame City Lord and Ancestor Insect. Your timing is perfect—join us and sample the delicacies I’ve prepared.”

The Eternal Night Primogenitor swept a glance.

Sacred Flame City Lord? Ancestor Insect?

Just two Ultimate-level experts, neither possessing a supreme treasure.

“Netherworld Emperor,” the Eternal Night Primogenitor said coolly, “our previous transaction needs revision.”

“Revision? What needs changing?” The Undying Netherworld Emperor remained reclined against the beauty beside him, smiling as he gazed below.

“You demanded three ‘Ultimate’ wraiths. Originally, with enough time, I could have nurtured such wraiths. But now, that Daoist Tianxin has gone mad—whenever there’s a large-scale massacre or calamity across the Heart Realm Continent, he intervenes, slaughtering fiends without mercy. Meeting your demand has become far more difficult.” The Eternal Night Primogenitor shook his head. “I propose one ‘Ultimate’ wraith will suffice.”

Wraiths.

Souls steeped in boundless resentment, twisted into something unnatural. ‘Ultimate’ wraiths were the stuff of legend—their sheer hatred and killing intent alone could annihilate ordinary Chaos Realm experts.

But that was their limit.

No wraith, no matter how powerful, could rival a Cosmic God. Thus, wraiths were but a trivial, insignificant path.

Yet when the Undying Netherworld Emperor demanded them, the Eternal Night Primogenitor had agreed to the deal. As the leader of an ancient kingdom, he was far better positioned to handle such matters than the Netherworld Emperor, who had been absent from the Heart Realm Continent for ages.

“You are one of the two Primogenitors of the Primogenitor Ancient Kingdom. Can you not handle such a simple task?” The Undying Netherworld Emperor shook his head.

“Even within my kingdom, Daoist Tianxin interferes,” the Eternal Night Primogenitor retorted. “Nurturing Ultimate wraiths requires an ocean of souls.”

The Undying Netherworld Emperor looked down at him and chuckled softly.

The Eternal Night Primogenitor’s expression darkened.

He sensed the mockery in that laugh.

With his pride, who in the Heart Realm Continent dared look down on him?

“Eternal Night, our deal was set, our oath sworn. I’ve already given you a tenth of your reward.” The Undying Netherworld Emperor’s beautiful face turned icy, his eyes glinting with cold light. “And now you claim it’s impossible? You wish to alter the terms? Do you think me weak-willed?”

An invisible aura of death seeped through the hall, suffocating all within.

Below, the Ancestor Insect and Sacred Flame City Lord paled slightly.

The Eternal Night Primogenitor, directly targeted, felt his heart clench under the oppressive weight. It was as if he faced the intimidation of a higher-dimensional being.

“This Undying Netherworld Emperor… Back then, he overpowered all rivals to seize the chance to ascend toward becoming a Primordial lifeform. After eons, he has returned, seemingly having failed. Yet his strength has clearly grown.” The Eternal Night Primogenitor seethed inwardly but forced himself to endure.

Long ago, he had known the Undying Netherworld Emperor’s power—unrivaled in the Heart Realm Continent, likely on par with the current Emperor Xia.

Now?

The Eternal Night Primogenitor couldn’t gauge it. He only sensed that the Netherworld Emperor’s methods were far more profound than before.

“Netherworld Emperor, I would dare deceive others, but not you. Yet you know how troublesome Daoist Tianxin is. His strength isn’t overwhelming, but he’s hard to kill, and he’s relentless in his interference. Gathering three Ultimate wraiths within the timeframe is nigh impossible.”

“Then work harder. You agreed to the oath—now fulfill it. Break it if you wish, but bear the consequences.” The Undying Netherworld Emperor sneered down at him.

The Eternal Night Primogenitor remained silent for a breath before growling, “Fine.”

His figure then dissipated into nothingness.

“Hmph.”

The Undying Netherworld Emperor chuckled coldly.

The Ancestor Insect and Sacred Flame City Lord exchanged glances but stayed silent. Though they feared no invincible, they knew better than to meddle in their affairs.

—

“Damn it!” The Eternal Night Primogenitor was furious.

How long had it been since anyone dared disregard him so?

Yet he knew—if Emperor Xia could wound him in a brief clash, then the even more unfathomable Undying Netherworld Emperor was likely stronger. That was why he feared him.

However—

The Eternal Night Primogenitor and the Absolute Night Primogenitor complemented each other perfectly. Together, they could battle the three invincibles of the Xiawind Ancient Kingdom! If pushed, he and Absolute Night could confront the Undying Netherworld Emperor. But the oath had been sworn—at his own insistence, fearing the Netherworld Emperor’s unreliability.

Now, the oath was set. The Netherworld Emperor refused to amend it. Breaking it would severely damage his Dao-heart, shattering any hope of transcending his shackles.

“Just wait,” the Eternal Night Primogenitor muttered darkly.

“Ultimate wraiths? This time, I’ll oversee it personally. Daoist Tianxin? Hmph, if you interfere, I will uncover your true identity.”

—

The Eternal Night Primogenitor began his operation.

He dispatched Cosmic Gods with avatars to gather souls discreetly, abandoning the previous brazen method of natural cultivation across nineteen cities. Though more effective, it had drawn Daoist Tianxin’s interference. Now, souls were collected first, then processed slowly. It required far more souls, but as long as the Heart Realm Continent’s order remained undisturbed, ‘Meta’ cared little for the struggles of ants within the cage.

Souls were gathered in vast numbers.

The Eternal Night Primogenitor watched from the shadows.

A hundred million years passed in this quiet harvest—slow, careful, avoiding both chaos and Daoist Tianxin’s notice.

Though he planned to deal with Daoist Tianxin, remaining undetected was preferable.

“You plague upon countless lives—you deserve death.”

Over a sprawling city, a white-robed man appeared in the night sky, his voice booming with wrath. With a wave, a terrifying spatial rift tore through the heavens, instantly annihilating a distant Cosmic God—a mere ordinary one, deliberately chosen for having an avatar.

The Eternal Night Primogenitor, standing atop a mountain peak within the city, clad in his gold-embroidered black cloak, turned his gaze toward the white-robed figure. Dongbo Xueying had struck too swiftly—a single long-range attack, and his subordinate’s avatar was dust before he could react. A loss, but only a minor one.

“So you’ve come to ruin my plans. I’ve been cautious, discreet, avoiding you—yet you seek me out?” The Eternal Night Primogenitor’s fury blazed.