# 1384
Chapter 1385: The Staff
Valley.
As Lin Qiye's incantation rang out, wisps of deep crimson magical light rose from the patterns on the ground,汇聚向天空，逐渐演化成一轮数百米高的黑色太阳，悬挂在天穹之下。
A devastating magical aura emanated from this black sun. The once-bright sky visibly dimmed.
The scorching breeze swept across the island, and large flocks of birds flapped their wings into the sky, as if fleeing from something terrifying.
The various commanders gathered near the valley watched with slight twitches at the corners of their mouths.
"Summoning magic, source of night, Ame-no-Murakumo, capable of countering God's Ruins with Forbidden Ruins, a blade that ignores distance... and now he's conjured a black sun... How many trump cards does this kid have?"
Wang Qing gazed at Lin Qiye beneath the black sun, his robes billowing in the wind, and couldn't help but speak.
"There is great cause and effect tied to his person—naturally, his opportunities are plentiful." Gongyang Wan's beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Qiye as she spoke nonchalantly, "However, no matter how much one relies on external objects, it is merely decorative. In the end, he must still walk that path..."
"So, should we stop him?" Wang Qing pointed at the ground beneath their feet. "If we let him go all out, this entire island might be destroyed. It's just a placement evaluation—does it really have to go this far?"
"No need."
Nie Jinshan rose slowly, his tall figure standing like a sturdy pine in the wind. He spoke calmly, "Let him continue. With me here, this island will not be destroyed."
Nie Jinshan took a step forward, and the next moment he appeared at the center of the valley. He reached out and gripped the empty air, and the peak of a distant mountain exploded violently. A black shadow whistled across the sky and accurately struck the ground before him!
BOOM—!!
The ground of the valley cracked inch by inch. A jet-black staff stood tall amidst the swirling dust, just like the erect figure in the Chinese tunic suit.
Nie Jinshan grasped the black staff in one hand, the other hand resting behind his back. He looked up at the blazing black sun in the sky, his eyes calm like still water in an ancient well.
Inside the virtually reconstructed world, Lin Qiye's incantation grew increasingly urgent. The array formations in the valley blazed with dazzling light, reaching their absolute limit!
As the final syllable fell, the surface of the black sun suspended in the sky suddenly contracted. A ferocious deep crimson vertical eye opened, emanating an eerie red glow!
He raised his arm and pointed into the distant emptiness.
BOOM—!!
A deep crimson beam erupted from the vertical eye, tearing through the void in an instant and shooting toward the valley floor!
Nie Jinshan's eyes narrowed. His身形瞬间在地面拖出残影，with near-teleportation speed, he dodged to the front of the crimson beam. The muscles in his right arm bulged; the jet-black staff shattered the air. Without any flourish, he collided with the beam!
A dull, thunderous roar echoed through the valley. The visible deep crimson aftershock rippled outward. The ground beneath Nie Jinshan exploded and shattered. His entire body sank half a meter. The terrifying energy extended from the staff throughout his entire body, yet his figure始终背手屹立，只是脸色凝重了些许。
He grunted, and the jet-black staff steadily flicked upward. The beam was actually bent at a sharp angle along the ground surface, whistling and rebounding toward the sky!
The world-destroying black sun's pillar of light erupted from the island at sea, surging straight into the clouds!
But that wasn't all. Beneath the black sun, Lin Qiye's brow furrowed slightly. As his gaze swept across what lay before him, beam after beam of deep crimson light erupted forth.
Nie Jinshan's feet slammed violently against the ground, precisely intercepting each deep crimson beam before it landed. He flicked every one into the sky with his staff. His afterimages nearly filled every corner of the valley!
The successive deep crimson beams shooting into the clouds illuminated Wang Qing and the others' faces with a faint red glow. She gazed at the figure holding the staff in one hand and sighed:
"Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, still competing with the young ones... Why put himself through this?"
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Huaihai City.
Several deep crimson beams射出 from the black sun, continuously sealing off Bai Ze's position. A laughing black shadow swept out from the river water, its blade aura surging once more!
The Berserk Cao Yuan's身形在密集的深红光束中自如穿梭，chasing the now-close Bai Ze. The blade aura cut through the rain curtain, gouging pristine skin, leaving a bloodstain on Bai Ze's back!
Bai Ze roared, about to turn back, when countless ice-cold threads wrapped around its limbs and horns. An Qingyu, carrying the black coffin on her back, hovered mid-air. Her hands tightly gripped the threads. A pair of earth dragon wings burst from her back, flapping vigorously, barely managing to restrain Bai Ze's movements.
The extreme cold frost spread through the threads, beginning to spread across Bai Ze's body. Its movements gradually slowed. Berserk Cao Yuan held his Straight Blade, nimbly dodging several attacks before slashing back with another blade!
"It's weakening—don't go for the kill. Try to hold it down... Perhaps there's still a chance for recovery."
Seeing the blood marks on Bai Ze multiply, Lin Qiye spoke in a heavy voice.
Berserk Cao Yuan似乎听懂了 Lin Qiye 的话，his blade in palm rotated, and he began fighting Bai Ze using only the blunt edge of the blade, engaging in close combat.
Frost rapidly accumulated in An Qingyu's palms, flowing into Bai Ze's body through the threads like bone-deep parasites, freezing its body inch by inch. Even though Bai Ze constantly used its horns to slice through the threads, endless streams of threads wrapped around it continuously, impossible to break free from completely.
Add to that Baili Pangpang's interference from the sky and Lin Qiye's [Black Sun Ritual] as the main offensive to seal off escape routes—Bai Ze was like someone sinking into a quagmire, only sinking deeper.
On the ground, Tang Mingxuan holding the infant beast sprinted through the waterlogged streets.
Bai Ze was restrained by Lin Qiye and the others. The churning river water below had decreased somewhat, but even so, the water on both sides of the street had risen above everyone's thighs. Had Tang Mingxuan not been able to walk on water, he would have been completely immobilized.
Just then, the sleeping infant beast in Tang Mingxuan's arms slowly opened its eyes, blinking in confusion. A loud cry pierced the rain curtain!
REE—!
This highly penetrating sound rang out. The falling rain from the sky suddenly paused. Bai Ze, trapped by Lin Qiye and the others, abruptly raised its head. Within those blood-red eyes, a struggle appeared.
It roared with all its might. Brilliant divine light erupted, instantly severing the frost threads An Qingyu had woven. Its horns thrust upward, knocking Berserk Cao Yuan from mid-air. It madly charged toward the direction where the riverbank sound had come from!
The river water instantly churned. A waterspout rolling up toward the heavens followed behind it, like an enormous tsunami, sweeping toward Huaihai City in a devastating wave!
"Its grip on Chaos consciousness is loosening!" An Qingyu immediately said upon seeing this.
Lin Qiye watched the overwhelming flood of river water. A decisive glint flashed in his eyes. His身形自魔法阵中飞掠而出，在空中闪烁消失，and in an instant, he appeared above the rampaging Bai Ze!
He forcefully gripped Bai Ze's horns. As he landed on Bai Ze's back in the howling wind, both hands suddenly exerted force, attempting to change Bai Ze's direction of advance.