The Omniversal Merchant-Chapter 237: Storm on the Horizon

With the battles concluded, the customers of Origin Mall had returned to their own pursuits. Most had plunged into the virtual space, eager to hone their skills or explore new challenges.

Fortunately, with twenty available spots, there was no issue of overcrowding.

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Deep within the Nine Stars Mountains, a towering peak loomed, its lush greenery teeming with life. Roars echoed through the valley as powerful beasts prowled the wilderness, their presence a testament to the untamed nature of this land.

Suddenly, an oppressive force surged through the air, suffocating and absolute.

The vibrant trees withered in an instant, their leaves shriveling as their life force was stripped away. A deadly silence fell over the forest before panic erupted—monsters of all shapes and sizes scattered in fear, their instincts screaming of an impending calamity.

Then, the earth trembled.

Cracks split the mountainside, jagged fissures racing across its surface. The ground rumbled violently before—

Boom!

A deafening explosion shattered the peak. Rock and debris were sent flying like deadly projectiles, and a towering mushroom cloud rose into the sky. The once-proud mountain was no more.

Amid the swirling dust and chaos, a shadowy figure emerged.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the wind howled, sweeping away the lingering smoke to reveal his form.

His presence was eerie, unsettling. His features twisted with a strange, malevolent aura, making it uncomfortable to even look at him for too long. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Most striking was his bald head, marred by a deep, jagged scar. His crimson robes, tattered and worn, spoke of recent hardships, the aftermath of a brutal struggle.

This was Wuxiang—the faceless demon monk.

The same man who had led the siege against Yao Ziyan.

His once-mighty celestial robe had been destroyed, and the injuries he had sustained when he barely escaped through the spatial rift still lingered. He had spent this time recovering, hidden in the depths of the mountains.

Yet even now, his complexion remained pale, his breath slightly unsteady.

The wounds he could heal had already mended, but the true damage lay deeper—his very origin had been wounded.

And such damage was not easily undone.

A sinister grin spread across his lips.

"Did you really think you could escape?"

His gaze sharpened, as if piercing through space and time, locking onto a single point far beyond the mountains—

Nine Stars City.

Origin Mall.

The hatred in his eyes burned like an inferno.

Yao Ziyan had cost him dearly. His foundation was damaged, his prized weapon shattered, and his dignity as a Eminence cultivator tarnished. The price was too great to be ignored.

And yet, the desire to obtain Yao Ziyan's demon core had only intensified.

With it, he could recover—no, he could become even stronger.

His lips curled into a wicked sneer.

"So, the mighty royal bloodline of the monster race chooses to hide in a human city? How... amusing."

With a final chuckle, his figure flickered—

And vanished.

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Moments after Phaseless Demon Monk's departure, several figures descended upon the ruined peak.

They were humanoid in shape, but their features betrayed their true nature—golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, animalistic ears twitched at the slightest sound, and sharp fangs peeked from behind their lips.

These were not humans.

They were royalty of the monster race.

And their presence carried an undeniable weight.

Each of them radiated an overwhelming power, their mere existence distorting the very air around them.

Even the weakest among them had stepped into the realm of Pathseeker.

And they had arrived too late.