After Nyx's figure disappeared, the night that shrouded everyone's heads gradually disappeared into the eastern sky.

The hazy fog reappeared in the field of vision, wrapping up several people. Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, Jia Lan, Jiang Er, and An Qingyu walked out from different directions in the fog and returned to Lin Qiye's side.

They stared at the heart in Lin Qiye's hand and fell into silence.

They all saw what happened just now.

"Qi Ye...she said that Senior Sword Saint still has a chance to come back. Is that true?" asked Baili Pangpang.

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment. "Mother wouldn't lie. If she says it's true, then it's true."

Everyone's expressions eased slightly.

Only Lin Qiye was still looking at the night sky in the east, like a sculpture, motionless.

"What are you thinking about?" Galan asked softly.

"I was thinking about the name of our team."

"Name?" After hearing these two words, everyone turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Have you thought about it?"

"Perhaps."

Lin Qiye looked at the night sky in the east, then looked down at the heart in his palm and said slowly:

"Our team was born from despair and emerged from the darkness. Along the way, we have gained and lost.

We exist not for merit, not for fame... but only for what we can see with our eyes and hear with our ears, without disaster, evil, injustice or sacrifice.

The world is too big and there are too many living beings. We cannot take care of them all, nor do we want to.

Let him let the world be destroyed, let the gods be angry..."

A few star marks flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and in the sky above their heads, a dark night began to spread rapidly, covering dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.

The world darkened again.

[Night falls].

This night is his forbidden place, his territory.

He raised his hand and pointed at the night sky above his head.

"I just want this night,

May those whom I cherish live in peace forever;

Those whom I am hostile to shall be annihilated;

I want us to control our own destiny, I want us to be invincible!

One day, I will make this land of darkness a forbidden place for the gods.

Here...we are our own gods.

Our name,

It's called [Nightfall].

When Lin Qiye finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

It was a long time before they came to their senses.

"Daxia's fifth special team, the [Night] team... sounds good." Cao Yuan said thoughtfully.

"I admit, this name sounds better than my name 'Batian'." Baili Pangpang shrugged, "Only a little bit..."

Lin Qiye turned to look at the others, "What do you think?"

"Qiye, whatever name you choose, I agree." Jialan's eyes lit up.

"When night falls, the gods' forbidden land..." Shen Qingzhu nodded, "Very domineering, I have no objection."

"I have no objection either." An Qingyu nodded.

Jiang Er, who was floating on the side, couldn't speak and could only nod in agreement.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Lin Qiye said, "In that case, our team name will be [Nightfall]. When I return to Daxia, I will formally submit my application to the higher-ups."

He waved his hand, and clouds appeared around the few people, lifting everyone up and chasing after the broken city in the distance.

Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the city, and suddenly, he froze in place.

"What's wrong?" Cao Yuan noticed something strange about Lin Qiye and asked.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a long time, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

"So that's how it is... I didn't realize it until now..."

"What did you find?" Baili Pangpang asked puzzledly.

“Don’t you find it strange?” Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, pointed at the broken city flying in the mist, and slowly said, “This city was cut off from Daxia by the God of Wind. It carries the strong wind and moves towards Egypt...

But, the God of Wind had already left.

Why is this city still flying?

And... I kept flying in the direction of home."

Everyone was stunned at the same time and turned to look at the huge city flying in the fog. After a moment, disbelief appeared in everyone's eyes.

In the hazy fog,

At the bottom of the city that was so huge that it blocked out the sun and the sky,

A sword is supporting an entire city, flying slowly and steadily.

——【Dragon Elephant Sword】.

That is Zhou Ping's sword.

At this moment, Lin Qiye finally understood where Zhou Ping's original sword had gone.

He once thought that the Dragon Elephant Sword had been broken when Zhou Ping was fighting against the gods, but he never expected that Zhou Ping's sword was still there.

This sword has been holding up the entire city since he first fought off the God of Wind and was seriously injured.

Even if his consciousness was already blurred, even if he went to fight the three gods with empty hands, even if his body turned into the avenue and disappeared without a trace, this sword... still did not tremble at all.

He and his sword have been moving forward with the heavy burden.

This was the third sword that Zhou Ping had struck out from the very beginning.

The sword of "going home".

The seven people stood at the bottom of the magnificent city, looking up at the sword that was carrying the city forward. The sadness that they had suppressed in their hearts surged up uncontrollably...

Their eyes were somewhat red.

After a long time, Lin Qiye looked at the sword that carried the city, bent down deeply, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Teacher, please go home."

…

In the broken city.

Between the mountains, an illusory black figure slowly stood up. Under his feet was a complex and strange pattern.

Amon held the black scepter in his hand, staring at the magnificent pattern under his feet, with a cold smile on his face.

"National destiny curse, preparation is complete..."

“Those two losers, Xio and Seth, ultimately failed… But that human is dead, and the god who controls the night has left. Now, no one can stop me.

Curse the fate of the country, then take this city away, and everything will return to normal…"

He slowly raised the scepter in his hand, and the cold and evil divine power surged around him, and a bone-chilling breath spread to the edge of the city!

Boom!

The bottom of the scepter in his hand fell heavily on the pattern.

A dark ripple quickly spread out, sweeping across many mountains, like a stone dropped into a pond, disturbing the luck of the entire dragon vein.

There is more than one dragon vein in Daxia, but each one can have an impact on the country's destiny. The knowledge and power related to the country's destiny are slowly disappearing in the long river of time. There are not many people in the world who know how to use destiny to attack.

And Amon is one of them.

His curse could affect the destiny of the entire Daxia through a dragon vein, just like dropping a drop of ink into a pot, which would soon permeate the entire Daxia.