Ye Wuming cast one last glance toward the southwest.0

Zhao Changhe, having shooed Ling Ruoyu off to find her master, was now curled up beside Ye Jiuyou, both perched atop a cloud, whispering intimately as their legs dangled beyond its edge, mimicking all the syrupy romance he had just seen in the jianghu.0

They were so close, so sweet, their legs swinging carefree over the edge of the cloud…. It was an infuriating sight.0

Ye Wuming could not be bothered to listen to whatever nonsense they were murmuring. With a blur, she vanished and reappeared atop the Four Idols Cult’s altar.0

Xia Chichi, who had just been reciting prayers in her role as cult leader, stopped in her tracks.0

Lady Three, Huangfu Qing, and the entire Twenty-Eight Mansions froze in collective shock.0

Most of the high-ranking members did not even recognize the stunning woman who had just appeared. She had a strikingly bold look none of them had ever seen, yet felt inexplicably fitting. She looked fierce and untouchable.0

After a while, the realization hit them like a thunderclap. This was the Night Emperor. The essence of eternal night, the gaze that bore the moonlight of ages past, the divine impartiality that loomed over all things, who else could this be but the Night Emperor? Especially for those steeped in the Night Emperor’s system of cultivation, the resonance and oppressive pressure she exuded were undeniable. It was more overwhelming than even when they faced Zhao Changhe.0

Wait, were we summoning her?0

The ritual had always been a way to borrow power, to commune with the divine power of heaven and earth, and to summon the Night Emperor’s divine power and will. Even if they called upon the Night Emperor’s power, they did not mean to summon the literal Night Emperor!0

Also, even if they were indeed trying to link up to the Night Emperor, was she still the Night Emperor now? This was a classic case of Lord Ye’s Love of Dragons.[1] And now that they...0