The Holy Mountain was plunged into chaos.

Sisi indeed possessed powerful exotic beasts, but others had also secretly prepared. Sisi's hawks, falcons, and Blood Turtle were entangled in combat with the tigers and leopards of other houses. Chaos reigned among the more numerous soldiers.

What disadvantaged Sisi the most was her reluctance to blindly trust the other Elders and Chiefs, nor did she dare to trust the Han army too much, unable to determine who harbored ulterior motives. Therefore, her strategy heavily relied on her trusted yet treacherous maids. Though often deceitful in trivial matters, even backstabbing their own Holy Daughter on idle days, they proved quite reliable in serious situations. Should anything befall the Holy Daughter, their fate would surely be miserable—a fact confirmed by countless stories out in the world.

Reliable as they were, their strength and experience fell short. Despite knowing the Holy Daughter's strategy, their response seemed somewhat frantic, failing to immediately gather the clan members who were blissfully unaware of what had transpired.

Otherwise, had the rebellion been under the control of Sisi's prepared exotic beasts and the lead plotters inside the temple captured at once, the situation would have been easily resolved—after all, mainstream clan members still recognized Sisi's authority... But with the sudden turn of events, there was no high-level assistant at hand, and they remained in an uncontrollable state of chaos for a while, temporarily unable to support those within the temple.

Assassins from the Listeners of the Snow Tower attacked from all directions. Sisi invoked the Gu Insect into her body, weaving through the temple like a ghostly shadow, feeling surprisingly alarmed.

At this critical moment, why hadn't her master left his coffin to set the universe right?

Could he really be dead inside... No, that couldn't be right. He had just been summoning lightning to kill the one who stole the axe; was he still lying in there playing dead, thinking there were more fish to catch?

As she pondered this, she felt the sense of an earthquake coming from afar. The shockwaves rapidly approached, shaking the entire Holy Mountain—rocks tumbled, and tiles shattered.

An endless expanse of Yin energy and death energy spread across the sky, darkening it despite it being afternoon. Snow drifted everywhere.

Sisi dodged a falling glazed tile from above and, alarmed, scurried up to the roof of the temple to look toward the distance—what was happening?

She couldn't see it herself, but urgently called upon a hawk from afar. Through the eyes of the hawk, she witnessed everything unfolding and transmitted directly to her mind.

And so, Sisi saw a wave of death rising on the horizon.

......

When Zhao Changhe quickly arrived at the grave-mounded hill where he once lived in seclusion, the place had changed.

The thatched cottage where he and Sisi had cohabited remained, with a few servants tidying up. But the area around the hill was heavily guarded. At least three thousand elite soldiers were stationed there, among them many strong warriors; Zhao Changhe even sensed the presence of extremely powerful exotic beasts, at least of the Earth List level.

It seemed that since the Spirit Clan had recovered the lost Spirit Manipulation Technique owing to the disappearance of Xue Wu, they had become far more powerful, dangerously so. Because of the inherent strength of exotic beasts, they didn't require the same long-term training as humans; once grown, they were indeed monstrous. Given the short amount of time passed, if they were allowed to build up power, Central Earth would hardly have any capital to oppose them.

Fortunately, the beast species controlled by the Spirit Clan were relatively common. Back in the day, he and Hongling had specifically investigated exotic beasts and hadn't found anything particularly remarkable. Most likely, they depended on Blood Turtle Eggs they had dug up from somewhere. Those were the backbone beasts of the Spirit Clan, and the rest were quite mundane. If by chance they had something as auspicious as dragons or phoenixes, they would be poised to dominate the world...

And now, under the guardianship of a congregation of exotic beasts and elite soldiers defending their ancestors' graves, it wouldn't be easy for the average person to cause trouble here. Moreover, these guardians were devout in protecting their ancestry and would not concern themselves with power struggles or rebellions; no one could persuade them to relax their vigilance.

If one were to blatantly enter the grave-mounded hill to rob a tomb or the like, it would necessitate a massacre, eliminating the guards cleanly. That would be quite difficult to achieve, even for a Demon God of the Imperial Realm, unable to instantly kill this group of elites. Should it attract the main force from Sisi's side, especially with the Thief Saint wielding the Divine Axe, that would indeed mean everyone had to flee.

One could only say that Thief Saint wielding the axe and arriving here felt like a twist of fate.

For now, the only option was to infiltrate the massive hill quietly and work in the shadows. Covert operations were naturally slower; unable to exhume graves, he could only infiltrate his energy clandestinely, likely moving spots often to avoid patrols. Therefore, energy gradually seeped into the ground from various angles, coming into broad contact with countless ancient corpses, causing a great convergence of Yin and Sha energy, chilling the climate, and gathering in the sky.

It shouldn't have been an issue—if the energy could have been detonated at a specific time, ancient corpses from the entire hill would emerge en masse, akin to a frenzied wave of ancestral resurrection, and then sweep away the Spirit Clan without suspense.

However, the Divine Axe caused lightning strikes, which brought snow and raised the Thief Saint's alarm... In truth, the Thief Saint's alarm wouldn't have mattered; it would have taken them days to investigate what exactly happened, by then it'd be too late. The real tragedy was the arrival of Zhao Changhe.

At this moment, with chaos sweeping through the Holy Mountain—rebellions, axe stealing, along with the Black Miao King from Dali crawling from his grave—it was naturally the best opportunity for a full-scale activation.

Thus, through the hawk's observation, Sisi saw the grave-mounded hill trembling; innumerable withered bones "clacked" from underneath the ground. Then the land cracked, coffins shattered, and bricks and stones were utterly destroyed as one ancient corpse after another from the Ancient Spirit Clan clawed its way out of the graves, howling to the sky.

The sky was utterly dark, the snow swirling through the heavens, countless skeletons' eyes glimmering with phosphorescent light, and their screams emitting an aura of death, which swept across the entire mountain, forming a roaring sound like that of an angry wind.

Zhao Changhe, despite his immense anxiety, still couldn't help but recall the CGI of the Witch Demon King's Rage... It was too damn similar... But where was the Witch Demon King?

Zhao Changhe used his external overlooking eye and desperately searched for the hidden Demon God. The guardians of the Holy Mountain stood dumbstruck, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Skeletons blanketed the mountain, inching closer step by step. They didn't seem especially strong, but what was the point in fighting them?

Wouldn't it all be over if everyone just knelt and worshiped the Ancestor God?

But the Ancestor God wouldn't be like this! Who told you that the Ancestor God was a bunch of skeletons or dried corpses? The way they looked at us... it was a vicious intent to kill!

The guardians couldn't bring themselves to kneel nor did they dare to fight, their legs shaking, then they turned to flee.

This was what it meant by "those who profess love for dragons" and "the Spirit Clan venerates ancestors."

But luckily, there was something that wouldn't be scared off by these creatures—their Holy Beast, the Blood Turtle.

"Roar!" The Blood Turtle stomped at the foot of the mountain, its massive body crushing a multitude of skeletons with just one step.

The Elder who was about to flee turned his head and saw this, his fear subsiding slightly; after all, he himself was a Secret Treasure powerhouse. He suddenly had a realization, "So the ancestors want to kill us, but the Holy Beast is protecting us?"

"To suggest such nonsense is unheard of," the Elder shouted sharply. "If we have sinned, the Ancestor God should issue a decree and judge us, not have our ancestors collectively rising from their graves—preposterous! Do not panic, everyone! This is certainly not the Ancestor God rising from the dead; it is more likely the Corpse Puppet Technique described in the ancient texts—someone must be disturbing the peace of our forefathers!"

Before he could finish speaking, a stream of Evil Qi shot towards the Spirit Platform. The Elder quickly deployed a strange poison, which died instantly.

Someone launched a secret attack, preventing him from organizing resistance!

But this attack was weak. Was this really the best the attacker could do?

The Elder looked in astonishment only to see a streak of blood-colored Sword Light originating from halfway up the mountain and leaping to the summit, like a rainbow slicing through the sky, its ferocious Blood Evil so intense it seemed to suppress all the endless Evil Qi of the place.

Gods and Buddhas scattered, Zhao Changhe!

Because of his assault, the attacker had to hastily retreat to defend himself, which inadvertently saved the life of this Elder from the Spirit Clan.

"Clang!" A figure cloaked in a black cape was forcibly revealed by this slash, unable to escape. He could only hold a White Banner horizontally to block Zhao Changhe's ferocious blow.

"At last, I've found you!" Zhao Changhe pressed his sword against the banner pole, his eyes filled with boundless fury. "Do you still wish to exploit the chaos and continue digging, searching for the true remains of the powerful Ancient Spirit Clan? You won't have that chance anymore!"

Far on the Holy Mountain, Sisi gazed dreamily at the ethereal figure, a smile unconsciously spreading across her lips. Amidst the chaos and carnage of the Holy Temple, she was terrifyingly beautiful.

"Swish!" A Dagger was viciously plunged into the throat of an assassin from Tingxue Tower lurking behind her.

Sisi didn't bother giving them a glance, eager to announce to the flustered maids outside, "Who told you that my yearning was meaningless?"

The maids, had they known of the modern world, would have probably given her a sweating emoji.

The blind woman had already done it... She simply couldn't resist and drew the first emoji used in two epochs on the Chaotic World List.

But at that moment, the blind woman's heart was also heavy with concern; Zhao Changhe's opponent was not so simple.

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