Eternal Thief

The hidden world beyond finally revealed itself, an unimaginably vast underground realm stretched beneath the destroyed wall, with towering corpse pillars supported an endless subterranean sky, and ancient rivers of crimson corpse essence flowed through gigantic canyons.

Not far away from them, countless tunnels extended in every direction like veins beneath the entire Undead Cradle. This...was the true Lower Grave Strata, the hidden sanctuary of the Corpse Clan!

Moreover, there wasn’t any guard to confront them. The first reason was that all the Corpse Clan members were summoned on the surface to defend the Lower Grave Strata, and the Corpse Clan might have thought the Vein-Carriages were enough to hold back any intruders.

But the Corpse Clan had never imagined the sneaky intruders would be the Evernight Kings themselves, and the Evernight Fiend King could easily take down the False Abyssal Kings.

Now, the entire Lower Grave Strata was exposed before the Evernight Kings, and the only entities present here were the Half-Abyssal Kings and the Corpse Governor trying to break through to the Abyssal King Realm.

At that moment, the Evernight Fiend King’s savage laughter echoed throughout the underground world.

"Hahaha! So, this is what the filthy Undead had been hiding beneath that damned barrier!" His bloodthirsty eyes swept across the endless subterranean landscape, "What an excellent hiding place."

The Evernight Demon King leisurely stepped through the opening, her tiny figure appearing completely insignificant before the colossal underground world. Yet, everything she looked at seemed destined to lose its secrets.

She slowly examined the countless tunnels, corpse rivers, ancient formations, and hidden passages, and the smile on her face became increasingly mysterious.

"Interesting...very interesting...this place is much larger than I anticipated." Her white eyes flickered, "And far more secretive."

The Evernight Fiend King rolled his shoulders while gripping his halberd; the terrifying killing intent surrounding him only grew stronger. He looked toward the endless darkness ahead.

"Enough looking." His grin became savage, and his spear intent erupted once more, "Let’s explore, and anything that comes in our way will be damned for I’ll simply kill whatever stands before me!"

The Evernight Demon King giggled, "I couldn’t agree more."

She glanced sideways at her eldest senior brother as she dryly said, "But...I’ll explore on my own. My eyes are better suited for searching, and your spear...is better suited for making noise."

The Evernight Fiend King snorted, "As you wish. But don’t come looking for me if I find something interesting while I’m hunting for some thrill."

The Evernight Demon King merely smiled, "Just try not to destroy everything."

The next instant, the space around her silently folded, and her tiny figure stepped into an overlapping layer of reality before vanishing completely, leaving only faint ripples in space itself.

Meanwhile, the Evernight Fiend King marched deeper into the Lower Grave Strata alone. Each step carried overwhelming pressure, and each breath radiated boundless killing intent.

For the first time since the Great Calamity, two Evernight Kings had successfully entered the hidden sanctuary that the Corpse Clan had protected for countless generations, and neither of them had any intention of leaving quietly!

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Deep beneath the Lower Grave Strata, beyond countless forbidden formations, and past rivers of corpse essence and ancient veins that pulsed like the arteries of a gigantic corpse, lay the most forbidden region of the entire Undead Cradle.

This was also the place where the Corpse Governor had secluded himself. It was also the place where he had first awakened after inheriting the Corpse Governor’s mantle.

Inside the enormous cultivation chamber, silence reigned. The chamber itself resembled the interior of an ancient corpse’s heart.

Endless corpse veins spread across the walls, ceiling, and floor, rhythmically pulsing as if alive. Every pulse released overwhelming Corpse Qi that condensed into tidal waves before flowing toward the chamber’s center.

There in the center, an ethereal silhouette floated motionlessly. It possessed no flesh or bones, for it was an Undead Soul.

Its translucent body was covered from head to toe with countless black ancient glyphs. Those glyphs continuously shifted and intertwined while endless streams of Corpse Qi surged through them like furious rivers.

Every passing moment, the black glyphs became increasingly vivid and increasingly complete while the entire Undead Soul appeared to be undergoing a strange evolution, or perhaps a metamorphosis.

The terrifying pressure it emitted steadily rose, and over the past fortnight, it had finally approached an invisible bottleneck.

Yet, just then, the ethereal figure suddenly trembled as two hollow cavities slowly opened where its eyes should have been, resembling endless abysses.

The Corpse Governor had sensed something, and his perception instantly descended into the Lower Grave Strata through a secret ancient formation installed even before the Corpse Clan’s existence.

The next moment, his soul shook violently.

"The Corpse Grave Guardians (Vein-Carriages)...they’re gone?!"

He instantly felt the complete annihilation of the four False Abyssal Kings, which the Corpse Clan called the Vein-Carriages. In the ancient texts, they were called the Corpse Grave Guardians of the Lower Grave Strata.

Now, every soul brand on those Corpse Grave Guardians had disappeared.

Without hesitation, countless information streams surfaced in his consciousness, like the latest emergency report Belfast had transmitted, and one thing after another began to become clear.

The battlefield situation, the shattered Undead Boundary, the invasion of the Corpse Clan, and now the mysterious intruders beneath the mountains...as he rapidly absorbed everything, his expression completely froze on a peculiar piece of information.

"...Two...Evernight Kings?" The Corpse Governor’s Undead Soul violently fluctuated. "No... this... impossible...this...is...too...soon"

His aura immediately became unstable as the black glyphs flickered chaotically, and the endless Corpse Qi around him suddenly became violent.

The Corpse Governor’s cultivation almost collapsed, and for a terrifying moment, he was on the verge of suffering Qi Deviation!

"Hnnng..."

The Corpse Governor let out a painful groan, but just then, the countless corpse veins surrounding the chamber suddenly brightened.

Like countless living serpents, they extended toward his soul before gently wrapping around his ethereal body.

Immediately, the violent Corpse Qi gradually calmed, and the chaotic glyphs stabilized once more. His rapidly deteriorating consciousness slowly regained clarity.

Just like before, the mysterious corpse veins suppressed the madness and despair threatening to consume him.

After several long breaths, the Corpse Governor finally stabilized himself, yet his imperceptible expression became incomparably uglier.

"They actually came themselves...the Evernight Fiend King...and the Evernight Demon King..." His voice became increasingly hoarse, "The Corpse Grave Guardians can only be destroyed by them, which could only mean...they’re already inside the Lower Grave Strata!"

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