Chapter 5070

The Fourth Hall Master’s eyes turned cold. “Third Hall Master, please watch your words.”

“I am the Fourth Hall Master of the temple. Everything I do is for its future!”

“If you insist on going forward with this, don’t blame me… unless you can present the ‘God King Order’!”

“You—!” The golden-robed old man’s expression changed instantly.

The God King Order was the temple’s supreme token—seeing it was equivalent to seeing the God King himself!

The God King was the highest authority in the temple. Even hall masters had to bow in his presence.
The entire temple had been founded by him, and his position held immense weight among the God Clan.

If the Fourth Hall Master truly held the God King Order, even if the First Hall Master supported him, the Third Hall Master would still be forced to yield.

It was precisely because of the God King Order that the Fourth Hall Master dared speak to him in such a tone.

“Good! Very good!” the golden-robed old man growled, gritting his teeth. “Fourth Hall Master, I hope you won’t regret this!”

With a sweep of his sleeve, he turned and left.

The Fourth Hall Master watched him leave, a glint of frost flashing in her eyes.

“Kai… I want to see what makes you so special…”

“Palace Master, Kai seems to be below the Third Heaven. We can’t detect him at all,” a maid beside her reported.

“No need to worry. It won’t be long before he reaches the Third Heaven.”

“Notify the Seventh Palace Master to investigate Kai’s background thoroughly—but do not provoke a conflict,” the Fourth Hall Master instructed.

“Yes!” the maid responded with a nod.

……

In the Second Heaven, Kai stood atop a high peak. A dozen palaces of varying sizes were built across it—this was the residence of the Eighth Palace.

Kai gazed down at the vast mountains and rivers beneath his feet, feeling a bit emotional. He hadn’t expected to arrive at the Second Heaven so quickly.

At that moment, Huo Feng came running over, grinning as he flattered, “Brother-in-law, what are you staring at?”

“I’m already tired of this boring place—there’s really nothing worth seeing!”
Kai glanced at him. “I was just thinking… how to throw you off the cliff.”

Huo Feng’s smile froze. He laughed awkwardly. “Brother-in-law, you really have a sense of humor…”

Kai ignored him and carefully examined the Eighth Palace’s defensive formation. With a flicker, his figure vanished into the main hall. “Father-in-law, the Eighth Palace’s defenses need reinforcement.”

Kai knew that once the Eighth Palace chose to follow him, the rest of the temple wouldn’t let it slide easily.

Huo Zhao nodded. “I’ve already ordered preparations, but… there aren’t many people skilled in formation arts. I’m afraid it won’t be enough…”

Kai replied calmly, “That’s fine. I’ll handle it.”

He raised his palm, and divine patterns instantly materialized in the air, radiating between heaven and earth.

After all, Kai had studied under the Divine Pattern Ancestor and the Array Demon—his mastery of formation arts far surpassed ordinary practitioners.

“This is…” Huo Zhao looked puzzled.

Kai smiled. “These are divine patterns—much more powerful than ordinary formation symbols.”

“Once I complete the Nine Heavens Thunder Array, the entire Eighth Palace will be protected.”

“When activated, it can summon divine thunder from the heavens. Even a fifth-grade expert in the scattered immortal realm won’t survive!”

Huo Zhao gasped. “Dear son-in-law, where did you learn such a divine formation?”

Kai smiled without answering.

Of course, he couldn’t reveal that his teachers were the Divine Pattern Ancestor and the Array Demon—both immortals of the upper heavens, names Huo Zhao likely hadn’t even heard of.

“Brother-in-law, you’re incredible!” Huo Feng’s eyes lit up. “Can you teach me?”

Kai gave a faint smile. “Sure—go run a hundred laps down the mountain first.”

Huo Feng: “…”

Just then, Mo Qingyun came rushing over, her expression serious. “Kai, I just received news—my parents are having a dispute with the tribe members!”

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

Mo Qingyun leaned in and whispered, “Many members of the tribe are buckling under pressure from Tianyuan Pavilion and are now pressuring my parents. There’s growing tension between them.”

“Especially Mo Qingchen—he’s the worst. He’s been trying to sway the tribe and seize my father’s position as head of the family.”