Chapter 6331 - 6340
“These are crystals stolen from the mine. Thirteen thousand in total.”
Kai pushed the crystals towards Lang Hao. “These are for the Sky Wolf Tribe. Consider it a small token of my appreciation.”
Lang Hao looked at the crystals, remaining silent for a long time.
Thirteen thousand high-quality cultivation crystals were enough for all the warriors of the Sky Wolf Tribe to cultivate for decades.
With these crystals, the Sky Wolf Tribe’s strength would increase by a level.
“Kai, you risked your life to steal these crystals. I…”
“Without the brothers of the Sky Wolf Tribe risking their lives to hold back the Divine Race, I wouldn’t have been able to seize these crystals.” Kai interrupted him. “These crystals were bought with the lives of those brothers who died in battle. If you don’t accept them, their blood will have been shed in vain.”
Lang Hao’s eyes reddened.
He reached out and collected the crystals one by one.
His hands trembled, but his movements were steady.
“Kai, from now on, the Sky Wolf Tribe will live and die with you.”
Kai shook his head.
“No need. I only hope that from now on, there will be no more oppression or enslavement in the Fifteenth Heaven. May all races live equally.”
Lang Hao looked at him, silent for a long time. “You are a bigger person than I imagined.”
Kai smiled and stood up.
“Take good care of your injuries. The Judgment Hall will not let this go. There are still tough battles to fight.”
He turned and walked out of the main tent.
Behind him, Lang Hao watched his back, motionless for a long time.
Kai led the rescued cultivators back to Snowfall Town.
Bingfeng and the townspeople stood at the town gate, waiting from dawn to dusk.
Their faces were filled with anxiety and expectation. Some were praying with their hands clasped together, some were pacing back and forth, and some were standing on tiptoe, peering into the distance.
When the more than one hundred ragged, wounded cultivators appeared on the mountain path, Bingfeng’s tears welled up instantly.
“Father! Father!” A young man rushed up and hugged an old man.
That was his father, who had been captured three years ago.
Three years had passed, and he thought he would never see his father again.
“Son…son…” The old man stroked his son’s head, tears streaming down his face.
“Brother! You’re still alive!” A young girl threw herself into the arms of a middle-aged man.
That was her brother, who had been abducted five years ago.
She thought he was dead.
“Sister…you’ve grown up…” The middle-aged man stroked his sister’s head, his voice hoarse.
An old woman stood outside the crowd, her eyes blinded from crying.
Her husband and son had both been taken away, and she had lived alone for ten years, making a living by washing clothes for others.
“My son…has my son come back?” she asked, her voice trembling.
No one answered.
Her son hadn’t come back.
He had died in the mine, beaten to death by the divine cultivators.
His body was left on the wasteland outside the mine, gnawed to pieces by wild dogs, leaving only a pile of bones.
The old woman stood there, waiting for a long time.
No one came to hug her.
She finally understood.
She knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
Her cries echoed through the town, lingering for a long time.
Jiang Xuelan stood aside, watching this scene, her eyes slightly red.
Kai walked to her side. “The people have been rescued. What’s next?”
Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment. “Help them awaken their bloodlines. Let them know they are not slaves, they are descendants of the Ice God lineage.”
Kai nodded. “I’ll help you.”
Jiang Xuelan looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
Kai smiled. “No need to thank me. Have you forgotten? We’re in the same boat.”
Jiang Xuelan didn’t speak, only looking at the sunset on the distant snow-capped mountains.
Golden light spilled onto the snow-capped mountains, dyeing the entire world a warm orange-red.
Jiang Xuelan knew that with these descendants of the Ice God lineage, after helping them awaken their bloodlines, the Ice God lineage would have a foundation for development.
She also believed that the Ice God lineage was not so easily wiped out; in higher planes, there must still be descendants of the Ice God lineage surviving!
…
The Hall of Judgment!
When the Venerable Judgment received the news, he was resting with his eyes closed in the main hall of the Hall of Judgment.
“Hall Master! Something terrible has happened!” A divine cultivator stumbled in, knelt on the ground, and trembled all over.
The Arbiter Venerable opened his eyes.
“Speak.”
“The North Mine…the North Mine was attacked by the Sirius Tribe! The mine’s restrictions were destroyed, the crystals were stolen, and those ice slaves…those servants of the Ice God lineage…all were rescued!”
The Arbiter Venerable’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“The Sirius Tribe? Lang Hao? Has he gone mad?”
“No…not just the Sirius Tribe…”
the cultivator’s voice trembled, “and Kai…Kai was there too. He infiltrated the mine, used Chaos Fire to melt the Spirit-Locking Chains, and rescued those ice slaves. He also…he also stole all the crystals from the mine…”
The Arbiter Venerable remained silent for a long time.
Then, he smiled.
That smile was cold, so cold that it lowered the temperature of the entire hall.
“Well done, Kai. Well done, Lang Hao.”
He stood up, his golden robe trailing on the ground, making a rustling sound.
“Pass down the order. Gather all forces, and in three days, raze the Sirius Tribe to the ground.”
“And…” he paused, “notify the Shadow Palace, tell them, if Ying Wuji still wants to…”
In the early morning of Snowfall Town, the snow-capped mountains shimmered with a faint golden hue in the morning light.
The ice had cleared the central square of the town, which was covered with thick animal-hide carpets, and braziers were lit around it.
The flames in the braziers flickered, illuminating the square and dispelling the chill from the depths of the snow-capped mountains.
One hundred and thirty-seven rescued cultivators stood in the square.
They were still wearing the tattered clothes they had worn in the mine, some even barefoot, their feet treading on the cold ground.
Their bodies were emaciated, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes sunken, and their cheekbones high.
But their eyes were no longer numb. From the moment they were rescued from the mine, the numbness in their eyes began to gradually fade, replaced by something indescribable.
It was like hope, like expectation, like a tree that had been bent for too long finally having the chance to straighten its back.
Jiang Xuelan stood at the front of the square, dressed in white as snow, her long hair as black as ink.
Behind her stood a statue of Bei Mingyuan, the progenitor of the Ice God lineage, carved from celestial fire crystal, its entire body crimson, radiating a warm glow in the morning light.
Bei Mingyuan on the statue held an ice sword, his gaze piercing, overlooking the 137 people in the plaza.
“The blood of the Ice God lineage flows in your veins,”
Jiang Xuelan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone’s ears clearly. “Your ancestors were once among the most powerful beings in the Heavenly Realm. They fought against the heavens, against the earth, against other branches of the divine race, never bowing their heads.”
Her gaze swept over each face.
“You are not slaves, not ice slaves, not cattle or horses. You are the descendants of the Ice God lineage.”
The plaza fell silent.
The 137 people stood there, some weeping, some trembling, some clenching their fists.
They had never heard these words spoken before.
From childhood, they knew they were different from others, from childhood they knew they had to hide their bloodline, from childhood they knew that once exposed, they would be captured, enslaved, and tortured.
They thought this was their fate, that this was how the Ice God lineage was—lowly, trampled underfoot, forever unable to hold their heads high.
Now, someone was telling them it wasn’t.
“Today, I will help you awaken your bloodlines.”
Jiang Xuelan raised her right hand, a ball of icy blue light condensing in her palm. “After awakening, you will know what true power is. After awakening, you will no longer need to hide, no longer need to be afraid.”
She turned to look at Kai.
Kai nodded and walked to the center of the plaza.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and drew chaotic power from within his body.
Purple light surged from his body, spreading outwards like a tide, enveloping the entire plaza.
The 137 people on the plaza simultaneously felt a warm power flow into their bodies, power flowing through their meridians, like spring sunshine melting winter ice and snow.
Jiang Xuelan also moved.
Her icy blue divine light intertwined with Kai’s chaotic power, purple and blue mingling, forming a magnificent light curtain above the plaza.
The light screen slowly rotated, enveloping the 137 people.
Bloodline awakening had begun.
The bodies of all 137 people simultaneously lit up.
Icy blue light surged from their bodies, resonating with Jiang Xuelan’s divine light and chaotic power.
Some shone brightly, others dimly; the intensity of awakening varied depending on the concentration of their bloodlines.
One young man had the highest bloodline concentration.
His body was enveloped in icy blue light, so intense it almost seemed to condense into liquid.
His cultivation began to break through: True Immortal Realm, Second Grade; True Immortal Realm, Third Grade; Peak of the Third Grade.
His hair turned from black to silver-white, his eyes from brown to icy blue, a faint chill emanating from him, and a thin layer of ice forming beneath his feet.
An old man had the lowest bloodline concentration. His light was weak, and his cultivation only increased by half a minor realm.
But tears streamed down his face. He had lived for so many years, never knowing he possessed such power within him.
He had always thought of himself as an ordinary rogue cultivator, a despised descendant of an ice slave.
Now he knew that his ancestors had once been among the most powerful beings in the Heavenly Realm.
All 137 people had awakened.
The icy blue light in the plaza gradually dissipated.
The 137 people standing there seemed like completely different people.
Not in appearance—their clothes were still tattered, their bodies still thin, their faces still pale.
But their eyes had changed; they were no longer numb, empty, and lifeless, but bright, warm, and hopeful.
Some knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Xuelan.
“Palace Master!”
“Palace Master!”
Jiang Xuelan shook her head: “Rise. The Ice God lineage does not need to kneel.”
She turned and looked at the statue of Bei Mingyuan.
“From today onwards, the Ice God Palace will be rebuilt. You are the first batch of disciples of the Ice God Palace.”
The 137 people stood up in unison, looking at Jiang Xuelan’s back, their eyes filled with respect and expectation.
Kai stayed in Luoxue Town for three days, helping Jiang Xuelan arrange matters concerning the Ice God Palace.
Jiang Xuelan divided the 137 disciples into three groups.
The first group, with the highest bloodline concentration, was personally taught by her;
the second group, with medium bloodline concentration, was led by Han Shuang and Han Shan;
the third group, with lower bloodline concentration, would first cultivate basic techniques, and further arrangements would be made after their strength improved.
She also transferred a batch of cultivation resources from Youyue Kingdom and took some from the crystals given by Kai, distributing them to the disciples for cultivation.
Although the Ice God Palace was simple, it finally felt like a home.
On the third night, Kai found Jiang Xuelan.
“I need to go into seclusion.”
Jiang Xuelan looked at him: “Seclusion?”
“Yes.” Kai nodded, “This trip to the North Mine, although I managed to seize some crystals, also made me realize one thing: my strength is not enough.
The Judgment Venerable is a True Immortal Realm Eighth Grade, and I can’t defeat him now. If the Judgment Hall really comes out in full force, I’m not confident.”
He paused, his voice calm and firm.
“I need to break through.”
Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment: “Where are you going to cultivate in seclusion?”
“The Demon Suppression Tower.”
Kai took out a small black tower from his storage ring and held it in his palm.
“Time moves slower inside the Demon Suppression Tower than outside. A hundred days of cultivation inside is only one day outside. I plan to break through in a month.”
Jiang Xuelan looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
“Be careful.”
Kai smiled: “Don’t worry.”
He turned and walked towards the edge of Falling Snow Town.
After a few steps, he stopped, without looking back.
“Take care of Yunxi and Lang Hao for me. The Judgment Hall won’t let this go easily. Take good care of them while I’m gone.”
Jiang Xuelan nodded.
Kai’s figure disappeared into the night.
Kai found a secluded valley a hundred miles north of Falling Snow Town, dug a cave at the bottom of the valley, and placed the Demon Suppression Tower inside.
He sat down cross-legged .
…
Just as Kai was cultivating inside the Demon Suppression Tower, the army of the Judgment Hall arrived at the Sirius Tribe.
It was a sunless morning.
The sky was overcast, the clouds hanging low as if about to press down on the ground.
The wind was strong on the wasteland, making the tents flutter and the orc banners sway wildly.
Lang Hao was practicing axe in the training ground.
His injuries hadn’t fully healed; in the battle at the North Mine, his left arm had been slashed with a deep gash that exposed bone, and the holy light burn on his chest hadn’t completely healed either.
But he was the leader of the Sirius Tribe; he couldn’t fall.
Every morning he would practice axe in the training ground, using sweat to numb the pain, using his battle axe to tell his people: I’m still here, the Sirius Tribe is still here.
The first to spot the enemy was a sentry.
A young orc warrior slid down from the watchtower, fell to the ground, got up, and stumbled into the training ground.
His face was deathly pale, his eyes wide, and his lips trembled.
“Chief! Enemy attack! The gods… the gods are here!”
Lang Hao’s axe stopped in mid-air.
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
At the edge of the wasteland, golden light was shining.
It wasn’t the sun’s light; the sun was obscured by clouds.
It was holy light, the holy light of the god-race cultivators.
Thousands upon thousands of beams of holy light converged, dyeing the entire sky a dazzling gold.
Lang Hao’s pupils contracted slightly.
He had seen the god-race army before. In his three thousand years of life, he had seen the god-race besiege the ghost race, the demon race, and rogue cultivators.
But he had never seen so many god-race cultivators gathered together.
“How many?” His voice was calm, but his hand holding the axe trembled slightly.
The sentry swallowed hard: “At least… at least three thousand.”
Three thousand.
The Sky Wolf Tribe had less than five hundred warriors capable of fighting.
In the battle at the North Mine, seventy-three died and one hundred and twenty were seriously wounded.
Now, less than three hundred could wield weapons.
Three hundred against three thousand.
Wolf Hao remained silent for a moment, then turned and shouted to the orc warriors on the training ground, “Sound the horn! Assemble!”
The horn sounded across the wasteland, low and desolate, like the mournful cry of a dying beast.
Within an hour, the Wolf Tribe’s camp had transformed into a military fortress.
The elderly, women, and children were gathered in several large tents at the very center of the camp.
The children, unaware of what was happening, continued to play and frolic.
The women, clutching their children, their eyes filled with fear.
The elderly sat silently at the tent entrances, their hands gripping rusty swords. They were old and could no longer fight, but if the enemy broke in, they would fight to the death.
Wolf Hao stood on the high platform in the center of the camp, watching all this.
His left arm was still in a sling, and the wound in his chest still throbbed.
But his back was straight, and his eyes shone brightly.
His son was dead.
More than half of his warriors had been killed or wounded.
His camp was about to be surrounded by three thousand divine cultivators.
But he could not fall.
He was the leader of the Wolf Tribe.
The Wolf Tribe could be destroyed, but he could not surrender.
“Immediately send people to various forces to request aid, saying that my Sirius Tribe is willing to offer most of its resources.”
“Also, go find Mr. Chen and tell him that my Sirius Tribe is in trouble.”
Wolf Hao loudly ordered!
Taking advantage of the fact that the Judgment Hall cultivators hadn’t yet attacked, Wolf Hao decided to send people out to seek help!
At the same time, Wolf Hao was also counting on Kai. A few days ago, he had completely broken ties with the Judgment Hall for Kai’s sake, and now that the Judgment Hall was attacking, Kai couldn’t stand idly by!
Soon, more than a dozen extremely fast beastmen cultivators disappeared instantly, heading in various directions of the Fifteenth Heaven!
The Judgment Hall cultivators stopped several hundred miles away from the Sirius Tribe!
They didn’t attack directly!
A Sirius Tribe cultivator found Snowfall Town and explained the situation to Jiang Xuelan!
However, listening to the other party’s explanation, Jiang Xuelan frowned, because she couldn’t leave at the moment. After all, the Ice God Palace had just been established, and these cultivators had only just awakened the bloodline of the Ice God lineage and were not yet suitable for combat!
Kai was still in seclusion and couldn’t provide any support at all!
At this moment, Jiang Xuelan thought of Yunxi. If Youyue Kingdom could help, it would alleviate some of the pressure on the Tianlang Tribe and allow them more time to resist, enabling Kai to successfully break through and emerge from seclusion!
“Go to Youyue Kingdom with my jade slip. Youyue Kingdom can provide assistance.”
Jiang Xuelan entered the information into the jade slip and handed it to the Tianlang Tribe cultivator!
Upon seeing this, the Tianlang Tribe cultivator could only nod and leave with the jade slip!
…
Tianlang Tribe.
Lang Hao looked at the divine race cultivators of the Judgment Hall, who were setting up camp far away without attacking, and was somewhat puzzled.
At this moment, a beastman warrior ran over!
“Chief! The person sent out to request reinforcements has returned.”
Lang Hao’s eyes lit up: “Are there reinforcements?”
The young warrior lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
“The Shadow Palace Master said… the Shadow Palace has no dealings with the Tianlang Tribe and it is inconvenient for them to interfere.”
“Elder Feng Qingzi said… the Loose Cultivator Alliance is too weak to help.” The warrior said.
Hearing this, Lang Hao clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles turning white, and his nails digging into his palms.
“What about the other forces?” Lang Hao asked.
“No one has agreed to help us. They’re all watching from the sidelines. No one dares to offend the Hall of Judgment,”
the young warrior said, his eyes red and his voice choked with emotion.
Despair filled Lang Hao’s eyes. Without help, they had no chance against the Hall of Judgment.
“What about Mr. Chen? Has anyone sent word to the people who went to find him?” Lang Hao pinned his hopes on Kai.
The young warrior shook his head: “Not yet…”
Lang Hao fell silent, gazing at the Hall of Judgment’s large tent in the distance, lost in thought.
“Chief! The Youyue Kingdom… the Youyue Kingdom has sent people!” A sudden voice startled Lang Hao from his reverie.
Lang Hao’s eyes lit up.
He struggled to his feet and walked to the camp entrance.
In the distance, a group of people clad in black armor were approaching.
Their armor was tattered, covered in knife marks and bloodstains.
Their weapons were varied; some carried knives, some swords, and some spears.
Their numbers were small, less than three hundred.
Leading them was a young woman, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, her long hair tied high, a ghostly blade hanging at her waist.
Her face was pale, her eyes filled with exhaustion, but her steps were steady.
Yun Xi.
Lang Hao looked at Yun Xi, silent for a long time.
“How many people?”
“Two hundred and seventy-three.” Yun Xi stopped in front of him. “All the capable fighters from the Youyue Kingdom have come.”
Lang Hao’s lips trembled. “Why are they helping us?”
Lang Hao knew that the Ghost Clan had a difficult time on their own, having eked out a living for so many years, constantly on the run.
When the Ghost Clan was in dire straits, no one helped them.
Yun Xi looked at him and slowly spoke, “The Sky Wolf Tribe helped Kai. Kai’s affairs are my affairs.”
Lang Hao’s eyes reddened.
He turned around and looked at the Ghost Clan warriors walking towards the camp.
Their armor was worn, their weapons were shabby, and their numbers were small.
But they came.
In the Sky Wolf Tribe’s most desperate moment, after the Shadow Palace refused, after the Loose Cultivator Alliance refused, the Nether Moon Kingdom came.
A Ghost Clan that had been hunted by the Gods for thousands of years, hiding in the darkness and barely surviving, had come to save the Sky Wolf Tribe.
“Thank you.” Lang Hao’s voice was soft, but heavy.
Yun Xi shook her head: “No need to thank me. The Sky Wolf Tribe helped Kai, we will not forget.”
She turned and shouted to the Ghost Clan warriors behind her: “Form up defenses!
The Divine Tribunal had not attacked.
The golden camp stood silently on the wasteland, like a sleeping behemoth.
The light curtain shimmered blindingly in the sunlight, obscuring the view inside.
Lang Hao stood on the high platform in the center of the camp, gazing into the distance.
Yun Xi stood beside him.
“Ying Wuji won’t come,” Yun Xi said.
“I know.”
“Feng Qingzi won’t come either.”
“I know.”
“Only us.”
Lang Hao was silent for a moment, then smiled.
“Even if only we are, we will fight.”
Yun Xi glanced at him but didn’t speak.
“When will Kai emerge from seclusion?” Lang Hao asked.
“I don’t know.” Yun Xi shook her head, “Perhaps these people from the Tribunal are also waiting for Kai…”
Lang Hao nodded.
…
Meanwhile, inside the Demon Suppression Tower, Kai
placed his hands on a pile of crystals and began absorbing the spiritual energy within.
The power of chaos circulated within his body, drawing the spiritual energy from the crystals into his dantian bit by bit.
Purple light flowed around him, growing thicker and brighter.
The spiritual energy within the crystals flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.
His meridians expanded and strengthened under the impact of this energy, and the vortex of chaotic energy in his dantian spun faster and larger.
One crystal was absorbed, turning into grayish-white powder. Another crystal was absorbed, turning into powder as well.
Kai’s eyes were closed, his breathing steady, his entire body like a statue, motionless.
But within his body, a cataclysmic change was taking place.
Chaotic energy condensed, compressed, and purified in his dantian.
The spiritual energy absorbed from the crystals was devoured, transformed, and fused by the chaotic energy, becoming his own power.
Time flowed silently within the Demon-Suppressing Tower. On
the first day, he absorbed three hundred crystals, breaking through from the peak of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm to the peak of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
On the second day, he absorbed another five hundred crystals, breaking through to the peak of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day…
crystals were absorbed one after another, turning into grayish-white powder.
Before Kai, the powder had piled up into a small mountain.
On the tenth day, he absorbed three thousand crystals, breaking through to the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
On the fiftieth day, he absorbed another five thousand crystals,
breaking through to the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm. On the hundredth day, he absorbed the last two thousand crystals, breaking through to the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.
Kai opened his eyes.
His eyes had changed; they were no longer ordinary black, but a deep purple, with stars seemingly spinning in his pupils.
Purple light surrounded him, not violent, but quiet, like a sleeping dragon.
He could feel that the chaotic power within his body was several times stronger than before, his meridians several times wider, and his physical body several times more resilient.
He stood up and clenched his fist. He
threw a punch.
The purple fist energy transformed into a pillar of light, slamming into the wall of the Demon Suppression Tower.
The tower wall trembled violently, emitting a muffled roar, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.
Kai was startled. The Demon-Suppressing Tower was an ancient treasure, one he couldn’t break even with all his strength, but the power of this punch was enough to level a mountain.
He withdrew his fist and took a deep breath.
“Peak of the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm. Only one step away from the True Immortal Realm.”
He closed his eyes, sensing the power within his body.
The power of chaos slowly spun in his dantian, like a purple galaxy.
The fire of chaos burned at the center of the vortex, purple and gold intertwined, the temperature high enough to melt everything.
The source of lightning weaved through the power of chaos, crackling like lightning in the galaxy.
He opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“Judgment Venerable, wait for me.”
He leaped out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
When Kai emerged from seclusion, it was dusk in Falling Snow Town.
He walked out of the cave and saw the setting sun dyeing the entire world golden and red on the distant snow-capped mountains.
He took a deep breath; the air was crisp and sweet, carrying the unique scent of the snow-capped mountains.
Then, he saw Jiang Xuelan.
Jiang Xuelan stood at the cave entrance, her white robes as white as snow, her long hair as black as ink.
Her expression was calm, but a hint of anxiety Kai had never seen before flickered in her eyes.
“Something happened?” Kai asked.
Jiang Xuelan nodded. “The Judgment Hall has dispatched a large army and is besieging the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. Lang Hao just sent someone to find you, but unfortunately you were in seclusion, so I sent him to find Yun Xi.”
Kai frowned. “When did this happen?”
“It’s been a day. I don’t know if the Heavenly Wolf Tribe can hold out.”
“The Heavenly Wolf Tribe has appealed to the Shadow Hall and the Loose Cultivator Alliance for help, but Ying Wuji and Feng Qingzi are both observing; no one dares to intervene,” Jiang Xuelan said. Chen
Ping was silent for a moment.
“Lang Hao should be able to hold out for a day. I’ll go to the Shadow Hall and the Loose Cultivator Alliance now. If they don’t help, they’ll be my enemies.”
A cold glint flashed in Kai’s eyes. Now, at the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm, he had the strength to fight alongside the Judgment Venerable!
Jiang Xuelan looked at him: “You’re going to the Shadow Palace alone? Ying Wuji isn’t someone you can easily persuade.”
Kai smiled: “Even if he’s not easy to persuade, I have to. The Heavenly Wolf Tribe offended the Judgment Hall to help us; we can’t just watch them be wiped out.”
He turned and walked towards the Shadow Palace, leaping into the air and transforming into a purple streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
Jiang Xuelan watched his retreating figure, her expression heavy.
Shadow Abyss.
Kai landed before the entrance to Shadow Abyss, gazing at the massive black stone gate.
The demon cultivators on either side of the gate recognized him, their expressions changing drastically.
“Chen…Kai…”
“I want to see Ying Wuji.” Kai’s voice was calm.
“The Palace Master…the Palace Master is…”
“I said, I want to see Ying Wuji.”
The demon cultivators exchanged glances, no longer daring to obstruct him.
They parted to make way, watching Kai enter through the stone gate.
The underground palace of Shadow Abyss was as eerie and magnificent as ever.
The minerals inlaid in the dome emitted a faint glow, like an inverted starry sky.
The demon cultivators stood on either side, watching Kai pass by, their eyes filled with apprehension.
Ying Wuji sat on the black throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrests, producing a rhythmic sound.
He watched Kai approach, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“Kai, you’ve come.”
Kai walked to the high platform, stopped, and looked up at Ying Wuji.
“Lord Shadow, you should know about the siege of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.”
Shadow Wuji’s smile froze for a moment.
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you send troops?”
Shadow Wuji was silent for a moment.
“Kai, you should know why. The Judgment Venerable is the number one person in the Fifteenth Heaven, an eighth-grade True Immortal. I can’t defeat him, and the disciples of the Shadow Palace can’t die in vain.”
Kai looked at him, his gaze calm and firm. “What if I said I could defeat the Judgment Venerable?”
Shadow Wuji’s pupils contracted slightly.
“What is your cultivation level now?”
“Peak ninth-grade Upper Immortal.”
Shadow Wuji was silent for a long time.
“Peak ninth-grade Upper Immortal versus eighth-grade True Immortal. Kai, do you know how big the gap is?”
“I know.” Kai’s voice was calm, “But when I killed Lei Zhentian, I killed someone of a higher level. When I fought Jin Huan, I fought someone of a higher level. What I’ve done, wasn’t it all beyond my level?”
Shadow Wuji didn’t speak.
Kai continued, “Lord Shadow, your feud with the Judgment Hall isn’t new. You ordered me to kill Lei Zhentian, and the Judgment Venerable will find out sooner or later that you were behind it. Do you think he’ll let you off the hook if you don’t send troops?” Ying
Wuji’s expression changed.
“You…”
“He’s already preparing to deal with you,”
Kai interrupted him. “I received news that the Judgment Venerable sent someone to inform you not to interfere in the affairs of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. Why did he say that? Because he wants to destroy the Heavenly Wolf Tribe first, and then deal with you.”
Ying Wuji’s fists clenched.
Kai looked at him, his voice softening slightly.
“Lord Shadow, I’m not here to beg you. I’m here to tell you that this is your only chance. The Heavenly Wolf Tribe, the Nether Moon Kingdom, and the Shadow Hall—if we join forces, we might not be unable to defeat the Judgment Hall. If you continue to wait and see, once the Heavenly Wolf Tribe is destroyed, you’ll be next.”
Ying Wuji remained silent for a long time.
Then, he stood up. “What do you want me to do?”
Kai took out a map from his storage ring and spread it out in front of Ying Wuji.
“The Sirius Tribe is surrounded, and Lang Hao is injured; he won’t last long. I need you to send troops to attack the Judgment Hall’s encirclement from the flank and disrupt their formation.”
“And then?”
“Then, I’ll launch a frontal attack. Lang Hao and I will join forces to hold off those three True Immortal Realm Seventh Grade elders. You, with the Shadow Hall disciples, will deal with the remaining Divine Race cultivators.”
Ying Wuji looked at the map, remaining silent for a long time.
“Kai, are you sure you can hold off three True Immortal Realm Seventh Grade elders?”
“Yes.”
Ying Wuji looked up, meeting his eyes.
“Good. I’ll send troops.”
He turned around and shouted to the demon cultivators behind him, “Pass down the order! Gather all the capable disciples and come with me to the Sirius Tribe!”
“Yes!” The demon cultivators responded in unison.
Having persuaded Ying Wuji, Kai immediately headed to the Loose Cultivator Alliance!
The headquarters of the Loose Cultivator Alliance was in Cloud City, a city floating in the air.
When Kai arrived, Feng Qingzi was drinking tea in the council hall.
He held his teacup in his hand, but didn’t bring it to his lips, his brows furrowed, as if deep in thought.
“Elder Feng Qingzi.” Kai entered the council hall.
Feng Qingzi looked up, nearly dropping his teacup upon seeing Kai.
“Chen… Fellow Daoist Kai! What brings you here?”
Kai sat down opposite him, getting straight to the point.
“The Heavenly Wolf Tribe is besieged, you should know that.”
Feng Qingzi’s expression changed.
“I know, but…”
“But what?”
Feng Qingzi put down his teacup and sighed.
“Fellow Daoist Kai, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but you know the strength of the Loose Cultivator Alliance. We can’t defeat the Judgment Hall. The Judgment Venerable is an eighth-grade True Immortal, while the strongest cultivator in our alliance is only a sixth-grade True Immortal. Sending troops would be suicide.”
Kai looked at him.
“What if I told you that the Shadow Hall has already sent troops?”
Feng Qingzi was stunned: “What? Ying Wuji agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Feng Qingzi remained silent for a long time.
“Fellow Daoist Kai, what exactly do you want?”
Kai stood up, walked to the window of the council hall, and looked at the sea of clouds outside.
“I want to change the格局 (geju, a concept encompassing power, structure, and overall situation) of the Fifteenth Heaven.”
His voice was calm, but every word seemed etched into stone.
“The Judgment Hall has been domineering in the Fifteenth Heaven for too long. They oppress the Ghost Clan, enslave the Ice God lineage, and oppress rogue cultivators. Even the Heavenly Wolf Tribe and the Shadow Hall dare not offend them. Why? Because they are the strongest, because they have a Hall Master at the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm.”
“But what if someone could defeat the Judgment Venerable?”
Feng Qingzi’s pupils contracted slightly.
“You can defeat the Judgment Venerable?”
“Not now. But soon.”
Kai turned to look at him. “Elder Feng Qingzi, how many years has the Loose Cultivator Alliance been oppressed by the Judgment Hall? How many of your disciples have been captured by the Judgment Hall and forced into hard labor? How many loose cultivators have been driven to desperation by the Judgment Hall? You know the answer.”
Feng Qingzi fell silent.
Of course he knew.
Most of the disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance were destitute loose cultivators.
They had offended the Judgment Hall, were hunted down, wanted, and had nowhere else to go, which is why they joined the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Feng Qingzi himself had been hunted down for hundreds of years simply because he had offended an elder of the Judgment Hall.
“Fellow Daoist Kai, you’re right,” Feng Qingzi’s voice was low. “But the Loose Cultivator Alliance is too weak. We can’t defeat them.”
“You don’t need to fight,” Kai said. “What I need you to do is create chaos.”
“Creation?”
“Yes. The Shadow Palace will attack from the flanks, the Sirius Tribe will resist from the front, and the Ice God Palace and the Nether Moon Kingdom will handle the outer perimeter. The Loose Cultivator Alliance doesn’t need to engage in direct combat; they only need to create chaos behind the Judgment Hall, cut off their supply lines, and disrupt their deployment.”
Kai paused.
“Once we win, the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s position in the Fifteenth Heaven will be completely changed.”
Feng Qingzi remained silent for a long time.
Then he stood up. “Alright. I’ll send troops.”
Feng Qingzi nodded.
As Kai led the Loose Cultivator Alliance towards the Sirius Tribe, the Judgment Hall had already launched its attack!
In just one round, the Sirius Tribe’s camp was reduced to ruins.
Tents were burned, wooden fences were toppled, and the ground was littered with blood and corpses.
The air was thick with the stench of burning and blood, and thick smoke rose from the ruins, turning the sky gray-black.
The three thousand-strong army of the Divine Race surrounded the camp, and golden holy light surged in wave after wave, tearing apart the defenses of the Beast Race and the Ghost Race layer by layer.
Lang Hao stood in the center of the camp, his battle axe planted in the ground in front of him, supporting his swaying body.
His left arm was broken, hanging around his neck with a strip of cloth.
A deep, bone-revealing wound was on his chest, still oozing blood.
His face was covered in blood, his left eye was swollen shut, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.
But his right eye was still bright, as bright as a lone wolf in the wilderness.
Behind him stood fewer than two hundred warriors.
The beastmen and ghosts were all wounded, some with severed arms, some blind, some barely able to stand.
Yet not one retreated.
Yunxi stood beside him, the black light on her ghost blade dimming considerably.
Her left shoulder was pierced by holy light, blood trickling down her arm, dripping onto the ground and forming a small pool.
Her face was ashen, but her eyes remained sharp, like a drawn sword.
“How much longer can you hold out?” Lang Hao’s voice was hoarse.
Yunxi was silent for a moment: “One incense stick’s time. At most, one incense stick’s time.”
Lang Hao smiled.
The smile was bitter, but stubborn.
“One incense stick’s time it is. If we can hold out for one incense stick’s time, we can hold out for an hour. If we can hold out for an hour, we can hold out for a day.”
Yunxi glanced at him, but didn’t speak.
She knew they couldn’t hold out that long.
The three thousand-strong army of the gods had already assembled outside the camp.
Three elders at the seventh rank of True Immortal Realm stood at the forefront, their golden armor gleaming in the sunlight, their longswords radiating blinding holy light.
Behind them, a dense mass of Divine Clan cultivators converged, their golden holy light forming a golden ocean.
“Lang Hao,” the middle elder spoke, his voice filled with arrogance, “surrender. You didn’t even last a single round. Surrender, and I might spare your life.”
Lang Hao gripped his battle axe tightly, his voice hoarse yet resolute: “I’ve never learned those two words in my entire life.”
“What kind of skill is it to gang up on us? If you’re so capable, let’s fight one-on-one…”
Lang Hao was furious. Although his cultivation level was higher than the elders of the Judgment Hall, he was no match for the three of them attacking together!
In a one-on-one fight, Lang Hao feared no one except the Judgment Venerable!
“We’re not stupid, why would we fight you one-on-one? But now that you’re in this state, I can grant your wish!”
The elder’s face darkened. “Die.”
He raised his hand, golden holy light condensing in his palm, transforming into a gigantic lightsaber.
The lightsaber was a hundred feet long, its blade covered in dense runes, each rune containing destructive power.
He swung the sword down, the lightsaber cleaving towards the center of the camp, tearing the air apart and carving a deep trench in the ground.
Lang Hao gritted his teeth and met the attack. The battle axe collided with the lightsaber, unleashing a deafening roar.
He was knocked back dozens of steps, his hand split open, blood staining the axe handle.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. But he had blocked it.
The lightsaber shattered, golden fragments scattering everywhere.
The elder’s expression changed.
He hadn’t expected that a heavily injured Lang Hao could withstand his full-force attack.
“You…”
“Come on!” Lang Hao roared, pointing his battle axe at the elder. “Come on again!”
The elder’s eyes narrowed. “Since you’re courting death, then so be it.”
He raised his hand again.
This time, all three elders attacked simultaneously.
Three golden light swords converged in the air, transforming into an even larger light sword, slashing down towards the center of the camp.
Lang Hao gritted his teeth and raised his battle axe.
But he knew he couldn’t block this strike.
His body was at its limit; his left arm was broken, his chest wound was still bleeding, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.
He couldn’t withstand this strike.
Just then, a black figure blocked his way.
Yun Xi.
A blinding black light erupted from her ghost blade, and black ghost energy surged out like a tide, condensing into a huge ghost shield in front of her.
The light sword struck the ghost shield, unleashing a deafening roar.
The ghost shield shattered. Yun Xi was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.
The Ghost Blade lay embedded in the ground beside him, its light dimmed to a near-obvious level.
“Yunxi!” Lang Hao rushed over and helped her up.
Yunxi struggled to her feet, wiping the blood from her lips, her voice weak yet resolute: “I’m not dead yet.”
Lang Hao’s eyes reddened.
He turned to face the divine cultivators, gripping his battle axe tightly.
“Brothers!” His voice boomed like thunder, “Today, I might die here. But I have no regrets! In my life, I’ve killed the gods, saved my people, and made friends! It was worth it!”
The beastmen roared in unison. The ghost warriors also gripped their weapons.
“Kill!”
Lang Hao was the first to charge forward.
His battle axe spun in his hand, slashing towards the three elders.
He knew he couldn’t win, but he wasn’t afraid.
He would die on the charge.
The three elders sneered and attacked simultaneously.
Golden holy light transformed into three sword beams, slashing towards Lang Hao.
Lang Hao exerted all his strength, his battle axe cleaving through the first sword beam, but the second beam struck him in the chest, sending him flying backward.
The third sword beam followed closely, aiming for his throat.
Just then, a purple light flew in from the horizon.
The purple light, swift as lightning, appeared instantly before Lang Hao, blocking the third sword beam.
There was no explosion, no loud bang; the sword beam was like paper before the purple light, instantly swallowed and dissipated.
Everyone was stunned.
The pupils of the three elders contracted sharply.
They felt the power contained within the purple light, a power that instilled fear in them to the core.
The purple light slowly dissipated, revealing a figure.
A long cyan robe, a sword hanging at his waist, a calm face, and clear eyes.
He was surrounded by a purple light, not a violent one, but a quiet one, like a sleeping dragon.
Kai.
Lang Hao looked at his back, tears welling up instantly. “You’ve finally come.”
Kai turned around, looked at his wounds, and remained silent for a moment. “You’ve worked hard. Leave the rest to me.”
He turned to face the three True Immortal Realm seventh-grade elders.
Purple chaotic power? The three elders turned deathly pale. “Kai…you’re Kai?”
“Yes.”
“You killed Lei Zhentian, and you still dare to come here to die?”
Kai didn’t answer.
He raised his right hand, and a ball of chaotic fire condensed in his palm.
The flames, interwoven with purple and gold, were particularly dazzling in the twilight.
The moment the flames appeared, the temperature of the entire world rose.
The holy light of those divine cultivators began to tremble, as if in fear.
“To die?” Kai’s voice was calm. “Try it.”
The three elders exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.
The golden holy light transformed into three sword beams, slashing towards Kai.
Each sword beam contained the full power of a seventh-grade True Immortal, enough to level a mountain.
Kai didn’t dodge. He pushed out the chaotic fire.
The flames transformed into a purple fire dragon, roaring as it charged towards the three sword beams.
The fire dragon collided with the sword beams, but there was no explosion, no loud noise. The sword beams were like paper before the chaotic fire, instantly swallowed, melted, and dissipated.
The fire dragon continued forward, charging towards the three elders.
The three elders were terrified, frantically channeling their holy light to create a golden shield before them.
The shield had five layers, each containing the culmination of their life’s cultivation.
The fire dragon crashed into the shield.
The first layer shattered.
The second layer shattered.
The third, fourth, and fifth layers.
The fire dragon, like a red-hot iron rod piercing through butter, silently pierced all five layers of the shield.
The three elders were thrown back dozens of steps, coughing up blood.
Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.
“You…you…” the middle elder’s voice trembled, “What is your cultivation level?”
“Peak of the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm,” Kai’s voice was calm.
The pupils of the three elders contracted to their limit.
Peak of the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm, defeating three seventh-rank True Immortal Realm cultivators with a single strike.
This person was not human, but a monster.
“Shadow Palace! Kill!”
“Rogue Cultivator Alliance! Kill!”
The situation on the battlefield completely reversed at this moment.
Ying Wuji led the demonic cultivators of the Shadow Palace out from the flank, black demonic energy surging like a tide into the divine race’s encirclement.
Feng Qingzi led the cultivators of the Loose Cultivator Alliance from the rear, multicolored spiritual energy exploding in golden holy light.
The ghost warriors of the Youyue Kingdom followed behind Yun Xi, black ghostly energy intertwining with purple chaotic power.
The divine race cultivators were stunned.
They hadn’t expected the Shadow Palace or the Loose Cultivator Alliance to come.
They thought it was only the Tianlang Tribe and the Youyue Kingdom, that this would be a one-sided massacre.
But now, they were surrounded, surrounded in return.
“Kill!”
Lang Hao roared, his battle axe cleaving a divine race cultivator in two.
Blood still flowed from his body, his left arm was still broken, but his eyes shone brightly.
Behind him were his people, his brothers, those who had come to his aid in his most desperate moment. He could not fall.
Yun Xi followed behind him, her ghostly blade flashing in the black light.
Blood still flowed from her left shoulder, her face was still pale, but her sword was swift.
One strike, and a divine cultivator fell.
Two strikes, two more.
Three strikes, three more.
Her swordsmanship was cunning and ruthless, each strike hitting a vital point, none superfluous.
Ying Wuji charged at the forefront, black chaotic demonic energy surging around him.
He struck out with his palm, the black palm print sending a group of divine cultivators flying.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of suppressed pleasure.
Five thousand years of hatred, five thousand years of grudge, today he could finally avenge them.
Feng Qingzi led the cultivators of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, circling the perimeter, holding back the divine reinforcements.
His swordsmanship was elegant and agile, each strike perfectly timed.
He didn’t seek to kill the enemy, only to delay them, giving Kai and the others time to deal with the three elders.
The battle cries shook the heavens and earth.
Kai stood in the center of the battlefield, facing the three elders.
Purple chaotic power swirled around him, and chaotic fire burned in his palms.
His eyes were calm, a calmness that was frightening.
“All three of you, come at me together.” His voice was soft, but every word struck the hearts of the three elders like a hammer blow.
The three elders’ faces turned ashen.
They knew that in a one-on-one fight, none of them could defeat Kai.
But the three of them working together might not be without a chance.
“Kill!”
the middle elder roared, and the three attacked simultaneously.
Golden holy light transformed into three sword beams, slashing at Kai from three directions at the same time.
The sword beams intertwined, forming a golden net of light that enveloped him.
Kai did not dodge.
He unleashed his chaotic fire, and a fire dragon roared as it charged towards the net of light.
The net of light was like paper before the chaotic fire, instantly torn apart.
The fire dragon continued forward, charging towards the middle elder.
The middle elder was shocked and desperately activated his holy light, condensing a golden shield of light in front of him.
The fire dragon crashed into the shield, shattering it.
He was blasted away, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.
The two elders on his left and right seized the opportunity to attack from both sides.
Golden sword light slashed towards Kai’s left and right ribs.
Kai didn’t turn around; instead, he struck out with both hands simultaneously, two purple palm prints shattering the sword light.
The two elders were forced back several steps, their tiger’s mouths split open, blood flowing freely.
A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Kai’s mouth.
Fighting three against one, even though the power of chaos counters all other powers, a full-force attack from a seventh-grade True Immortal was not so easy to withstand.
His chaotic power was rapidly depleting, and his wounds were throbbing with pain.
But he did not retreat. He could not retreat.
Behind him were Lang Hao, Yun Xi, and those who were fighting to the death.
“Again!” he roared, charging forward.
Lang Hao cut down a Divine Race cultivator in front of him and turned to look at Kai.
He saw Kai surrounded by three elders, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his heart tightened.
He knew that although Kai was strong, fighting three against one was too much for him.
“Yun Xi!” he shouted, “Go help Kai!”
Yun Xi pierced the throat of a Divine Race cultivator with her sword and turned to look at Kai.
Her pupils contracted slightly; Kai was injured.
She had never seen Kai injured before.
In her memory, Kai was always so strong, so steady, so invincible.
But now, he was injured.
“Go!” Yun Xi leaped into the air, rushing towards Kai.
Lang Hao followed behind her, his battle axe spinning in his hand.
The three elders were besieging Kai.
Although their holy light was fragile before the power of chaos, the three of them worked together seamlessly, and for the time being, Kai could not kill them all.
The elder in the middle thrust his sword towards Kai’s chest.
Kai dodged to the side and struck the elder’s shoulder with a palm
. The sword’s edge struck his back and left rib, leaving two deep wounds.
Golden blood gushed from the wounds, dripping onto the ground.
Kai groaned, his body swaying. But he didn’t fall.
He turned around and sent the elder on his left flying with a palm strike.
Just then, Lang Hao rushed forward.
His battle axe cleaved towards the head of the elder in the middle.
The elder was shocked and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
The battle axe and the sword collided, bursting into dazzling sparks.
Lang Hao was knocked back several steps, but a smile played on his lips.
“Old man, your opponent is me!”
Yun Xi also rushed forward.
Her ghostly blade stabbed towards the throat of the elder on the right.
The elder hurriedly retreated, but Yun Xi pursued relentlessly, her ghostly blade flashing in the black light, each strike faster than the last.
The elder was forced to retreat repeatedly, his eyes filled with terror.
Kai’s pressure eased dramatically.
He looked at the backs of Lang Hao and Yun Xi, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
He wasn’t fighting alone.
“Kill!” he roared, charging towards the elder on the left.
The elder on the left was the weakest of the three, a mere early-stage seventh-rank True Immortal.
He had been sent flying by Kai’s palm strike, suffering a serious injury, and before he could recover, Kai was already in front of him.
Purple chaotic fire condensed in Kai’s palm, transforming into a purple fire sword.
Golden patterns flowed across the fire sword, its temperature so high that the surrounding air began to distort.
The elder’s face turned deathly pale, and he desperately channeled his holy light, conjuring a light shield in front of him.
Kai slashed down with his sword. The fire sword struck the light shield, shattering it.
The fire sword continued downwards, striking the elder’s shoulder.
The elder let out a shrill scream as his left arm was severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out.
The wound was scorched black by the chaotic fire, but not a drop of blood flowed, as it evaporated before it could even be drawn.
The elder turned and fled. Kai did not pursue. He raised his left hand, and a purple lightning spear materialized in his palm.
The essence of lightning surged within him, and purple lightning crackled on the spear.
He hurled the spear, which moved with lightning speed, instantly catching up to the elder, piercing through his back and exiting through his chest.
The elder’s body froze in mid-air for a moment, then exploded into countless golden specks of light, dissipating into the air. His body and
soul were annihilated.
Kai turned to look at Lang Hao.
Lang Hao was locked in a fierce battle with the elder in the middle.
He had already sustained seven or eight new wounds, each bleeding.
But his battle axe was still in his hand, and his eyes were still bright.
He swung his axe down, and the elder raised his sword to parry. The battle axe and sword collided, unleashing dazzling sparks.
Lang Hao was knocked back, and so was the elder.
“Old man, you’re not so good either!” Lang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed.
The elder’s face was ashen.
He hadn’t expected that even a severely injured Lang Hao would be so troublesome; he was truly monstrous.
Just then, Kai appeared behind him.
The elder felt a chill down his spine, turned around, and saw Kai’s Chaos Fire already upon him.
“No…”
Before he could finish speaking, the Chaos Fire engulfed him.
His body burned in the flames, his holy light as fragile as paper before the Chaos Fire, instantly swallowed up. His
screams lasted only a breath before vanishing completely.
Kai withdrew the flames and looked towards Yun Xi.
Yun Xi was locked in combat with the elder on the right.
The elder’s strength was a realm higher than Yun Xi’s, but Yun Xi’s ghost blade was imbued with the cursed power of the ghost race, each strike capable of corroding holy light.
The elder was forced to retreat repeatedly, his body bearing several wounds, his holy light dimmed considerably.
Yun Xi thrust her sword towards his throat.
The elder dodged to the side, then swung her sword back at Yun Xi’s shoulder.
Yun Xi had no time to dodge and could only take the blow head-on.
The sword’s edge struck her left shoulder, leaving a deep wound.
Her body swayed, but she didn’t retreat.
She gritted her teeth, and the ghost blade pierced the elder’s chest.
The elder’s eyes widened in disbelief, even in death.
Yun Xi pulled out the ghost blade, and the elder’s body slowly collapsed.
All three elders were slain.
The divine cultivators on the battlefield, seeing the three elders dead, completely collapsed.
They threw down their weapons and turned to flee.
Golden holy light scattered across the wasteland like disturbed fireflies.
“Chase them! Don’t let them escape!” Lang Hao roared, leading the beastmen warriors in pursuit.
“Kill!” Ying Wuji led the demon cultivators of the Shadow Palace to flank them.
“Intercept them!” Feng Qingzi led the cultivators of the Loose Cultivator Alliance to block them from the rear.
The divine cultivators were surrounded on all sides, with nowhere to escape.
Some knelt and begged for mercy, some fought desperately, and some committed suicide.
Golden blood stained the wasteland, turning the gray-black earth a dark gold.
The battle lasted a full hour.
When the last divine cultivator fell, the battlefield finally fell silent.
Lang Hao knelt on the ground, panting heavily.
His battle axe was stuck in the ground beside him, its blade riddled with nicks.
He had dozens of wounds on his body, each bleeding.
But he was still alive.
He was still alive.
Yun Xi leaned against a rock, her ghost blade stuck in the ground in front of her.
Blood was still flowing from her left shoulder, her face as white as paper.
But she was still alive.
Ying Wuji stood to the side, his black robe stained with golden blood.
His face was expressionless, but a trace of weariness was in his eyes.
In this battle, the Shadow Palace also suffered heavy losses of disciples.
Feng Qingzi sat on a rock, his sword broken.
He was also wounded, but none seriously.
He looked at the corpses on the battlefield, silent for a long time.
Kai stood in the center of the battlefield, watching everything.
He was also wounded, his back and left rib struck by sword light, leaving two deep wounds.
Golden blood was still seeping out.
But his back was straight, and his eyes were bright.
“Take a headcount.” His voice was calm.
Lang Hao struggled to his feet and began to count the number of people.
Of the three hundred beastmen warriors, only one hundred and twenty remained.
Of the two hundred and seventy-three ghost warriors, only one hundred and fifty remained.
The Shadow Palace and the Loose Cultivator Alliance also suffered heavy casualties.
But the Judgment Hall’s three thousand troops were completely wiped out.
“We won.” Lang Hao’s voice trembled, “We won.”
The beastmen warriors cheered.
The ghost warriors cheered as well.
The cultivators of the Shadow Palace and the Loose Cultivator Alliance cheered as well.
Chen… The Hall of Judgment!
When the Venerable Judgment received the news, he was resting with his eyes closed in the main hall of the Hall of Judgment.
“Hall Master! Something terrible has happened!” A divine cultivator stumbled in, knelt on the ground, and trembled all over.
The Venerable Judgment opened his eyes. “Speak.”
“Our men sent to attack the Sirius Tribe have all been wiped out, and three elders at the seventh rank of True Immortal Realm are also dead.”
The cultivator said!
“What?” The Venerable Judgment’s face was full of disbelief.
Even he might not be a match for three elders working together, how could they be dead?
“It was Kai, who led the Shadow Hall, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the people of the Nether Moon Kingdom to help, and our men were all wiped out.”
The cultivator explained! The
Venerable Judgment remained silent for a long time.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a rhythmic sound.
The sound echoed in the empty hall, like the tolling of a death knell.
“Kai…you’ve cost me a deputy hall master, a spirit beast from the Soul Abyss, over a hundred cultivators, a Soul Gathering Grass, three elders, and three thousand soldiers.”
His voice was soft, as if he were talking to himself. “You will pay the price.”
“And those who opposed me, I’ll make them all pay the price…”
He stood up and walked out of the hall. His
golden robes fluttered in the wind.
In his hand, he held a golden longsword, its blade shimmering with dazzling holy light.
Behind him followed a thousand elite members of the Divine Race.
Each one was a True Immortal Realm expert of at least the fourth rank.
“Go to the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.”
…
Kai was recuperating in the Heavenly Wolf Tribe’s camp.
The wounds on his back and left rib had scabbed over, but were not yet fully healed.
His Chaos Power was mostly depleted and needed time to recover.
But he had no time.
“Kai!” Lang Hao rushed into the tent, his face ashen. “The Judgment Venerable is here!”
Kai stood up and walked out of the tent.
On the distant horizon, golden light was beginning to shine.
That wasn’t sunlight, it was holy light, the holy light of the Arbiter Venerable.
The light was so dazzling it was blinding, dyeing the entire sky gold.
Kai’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Eighth Rank True Immortal.
The number one person in the Fifteenth Heaven.
He’s here.
“Everyone, step back.” Kai’s voice was calm. “This is between him and me.”
Lang Hao wanted to say something, but meeting Kai’s calm eyes, he swallowed his words. “Be careful.”
Kai smiled, leaped into the air, transforming into a purple streak of light, and flew towards the Arbiter Venerable.
The Arbiter Venerable stood in the void, his golden robes fluttering in the wind.
In his hand he held a golden longsword, its blade shimmering with dazzling holy light.
Behind him stood a thousand elite members of the Divine Race.
He watched Kai fly towards him, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Kai, you’ve finally come.”
Kai stopped a hundred feet away from him, purple chaotic power flowing around him.
“Arbiter Venerable, you’ve finally decided to show yourself.” Kai sneered!
The Arbiter’s eyes narrowed. “You killed my Vice Hall Master, destroyed my Soul Abyss, stole my crystals, killed my elders, and annihilated my army. Kai, do you think you can leave alive?”
Kai laughed.
“Do you think you can kill me?” Kai’s tone was utterly disdainful.
The Arbiter remained silent.
He raised his golden longsword and slashed down.
The golden sword light transformed into a hundred-foot-long blade of light, slashing towards Kai.
Wherever the blade passed, space was torn apart, revealing a pitch-black rift.
The power of this sword strike was stronger than the combined attack of the three elders.
Kai did not dodge.
He raised his right hand, and chaotic fire condensed in his palm, transforming into a purple fire sword.
The fire sword collided with the golden blade of light.
Boom!
The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar.
The entire world trembled; rocks on the ground shattered, air was torn apart, and space was distorted and deformed.
In the distant Sirius tribe camp, everyone felt that terrifying pressure.
Some collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way; others turned and ran; still others trembled violently, their hands gripping their weapons.
Kai was thrown back dozens of feet, his tiger’s mouth split open, blood trickling down his sword hilt.
A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The Judgment Venerable’s power was stronger than he had imagined.
An eighth-grade True Immortal was not someone he could easily contend with.
But he did not retreat.
He wiped the blood from his mouth and gripped his fire sword tightly.
“Again.”
The Judgment Venerable’s eyes brightened.
“Interesting.” He swung his sword again, golden sword light pouring down like a torrential rain, each strike enough to kill a seventh-grade True Immortal.
Kai gritted his teeth and met the attack.
The purple fire sword clashed with the golden sword light, each impact producing a deafening roar.
New wounds appeared on his body, golden blood splattering in the air.
But he did not retreat. His fire sword grew faster and fiercer.
The two fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky.
Within a hundred miles, no one dared to approach.
The elite warriors of the Divine Race and the warriors of the Sirius Tribe stood at a distance, watching the two beams of light collide in the sky, their eyes filled with shock.
Golden sword beams poured down like a torrential downpour, each one accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, densely enveloping Kai.
The purple fire sword in his hand danced into an impenetrable wall of light, each collision unleashing a dazzling halo of interwoven gold and purple light.
The deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, even scattering the distant clouds to reveal a sky stained a dark purple by the flames of war.
Kai’s toes touched the air, his figure weaving through the sword beams like a ghost.
Chaotic fire spread along the fiery sword, scorching and melting away the golden sword beams in its path, turning them into countless tiny specks of light.
But the Judgment Venerable’s attacks were too swift; the spiritual power of an eighth-grade True Immortal was like a surging river, continuously pouring into the longsword.
The power of the sword beams grew stronger and stronger, each one carving a trench several feet deep into the ground.
Debris flew, dust billowed into the sky, and the already dilapidated Heavenly Wolf Tribe camp was razed to the ground.
“Hah!”
the Judgment Venerable roared, raising his longsword high above his head, his holy light suddenly surging.
Golden light coalesced into a colossal lightsaber a thousand feet long, its blade inscribed with the supreme runes of the divine race. As the runes flowed, they emanated a world-destroying pressure.
“Sword of Judgment, slay all heretics!”
The thousand-foot-long lightsaber, carrying the force of Mount Tai, crashed down upon Kai.
The air along its path was completely sucked away, forming a pitch-black vacuum where even light was distorted and swallowed.
Kai’s expression was solemn. The chaotic power within his body surged wildly, and purple light erupted from his body.
Chaotic fire and the essence of lightning intertwined, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long purple-gold fire dragon.
The fire dragon bared its fangs…”Boom!”
The moment the fire dragon collided with the lightsaber, the world seemed to freeze for a split second.
Immediately afterward, a devastating shockwave swept across the area. Centered on the point of impact, the ground within a hundred miles instantly collapsed, forming a massive crater.
Within the crater, magma churned, and black smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing half the sky a dark red.
A howling wind whipped up countless fragments of rock, raining them down like a meteor shower.
Lang Hao, Yun Xi, and the others hurriedly activated their spiritual power to form shields.
Even so, they were forced back by the shockwave, blood trickling from their lips, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
“This…is this the power of an eighth-grade True Immortal? It’s terrifying…”
The cultivators of the Loose Cultivator Alliance were pale, their legs weak, some even collapsing to the ground.
Looking at the two intertwined figures in the sky, their eyes were filled with awe and fear.
Ying Wuji clenched his fists, black demonic energy surging around him, yet he dared not advance.
He knew that in a battle of this level, even being caught in the aftershocks would result in instant annihilation.
Feng Qingzi frowned, his broken sword trembling slightly, thinking to himself: Kai’s strength already far surpasses that of cultivators at the same level, but the power of the Judgment Venerable still exceeded everyone’s expectations.
In the sky, Kai was thrown backward by the shockwave, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood.
The wound on his back reopened, blood staining his cyan robe, and the chaotic power around him dimmed slightly.
But he did not fall, his figure stabilizing in the void, gripping his fire sword tightly, the light in his eyes growing sharper, like burning flames.
“Judgment Venerable, is this all you’ve got?” Kai sneered.
The Judgment Venerable was also not in good shape; his giant light sword was shattered by the fire dragon, and he was thrown back dozens of feet.
A tear appeared on his golden robe, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes: “I didn’t expect that someone at the peak of the ninth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm could withstand my full-force attack. Kai, you are indeed extraordinary.”
Before he finished speaking, the Judgment Venerable’s figure flashed, instantly appearing before Kai.
His longsword, carrying a sharp holy light, pierced straight for Kai’s heart, its speed reaching its limit, leaving only a golden afterimage. Kai’s pupils contracted sharply. He dodged to the side, while simultaneously sweeping his fire sword, the purple-gold flames slashing
towards the Judgment Venerable’s waist. The Judgment Venerable flipped his wrist, his longsword parrying, the golden and purple lights colliding again. The two were locked in combat, their figures rapidly intertwining in the void, too fast to see clearly, only streaks of interwoven golden and purple light and the deafening sounds of their collisions could be seen. Kai’s chaotic power countered all attributes; each collision corroded the Judgment Venerable’s holy light, causing his spiritual power to be consumed even faster. However, the Judgment Venerable’s realm was ultimately a notch higher, his spiritual power profound, and his swordsmanship exquisite. Every strike aimed directly at Kai’s vitals, each move potentially fatal . Kai, relying on his agile movements and the unpredictable nature of the chaotic power, constantly dodged and counterattacked. Each time the fire sword struck the Judgment Venerable, it left a burning wound, while Kai was also constantly struck by the holy light, his wounds multiplying. Golden blood flowed down his body, dripping into the void, transforming into streaks of golden light that dissipated in the wind. On the first day, the two fought from dawn till dusk. The golden-purple light in the sky never ceased, the roaring sounds shaking heaven and earth. Within a radius of a hundred miles, life was ravaged, vegetation withered, leaving only a scorched ruin. Lang Hao, Yun Xi, and the others remained at a distance, not daring to relax their vigilance in the slightest. They watched Kai, covered in wounds, yet still refusing to retreat, feeling both heartache and admiration. Yun Xi gripped her ghost blade tightly, wanting to rush forward to help several times, but was stopped by Lang Hao each time. “Don’t go! We’ll only hinder Kai. Trust him!” In the dead of night, high in the sky, two figures continued their fierce battle. The Arbiter’s holy light had dimmed considerably, his breathing had become rapid, and his wounds were multiplying, golden blood staining most of his robes. But his eyes remained sharp, and his sword still wielded with incredible speed. Kai’s chaotic power was greatly depleted; his face was as pale as paper, the wounds on his back and left rib were mangled and bloody, and even his sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. But his eyes remained resolute, the purple-gold flames stubbornly burning on his fire sword, showing no sign of extinguishing. “Kai, you can’t hold on any longer. Surrender, and I can give you a quick death!” The Arbiter’s voice carried a hint of weariness, yet remained full of arrogance. Kai sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged forward again. “If you want me to surrender, you’ll have to die!” The next day, the battle intensified. The Arbiter no longer held back, activating a forbidden secret technique of the gods. His body radiated holy light, his hair turned golden, his eyes also turned golden, and his aura surged once more, reaching the peak of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm. The longsword in his hand transformed into a golden stream of light, each strike containing forbidden power. Space was torn apart, revealing numerous dark cracks from which terrifying spatial turbulence emanated. Seeing this, Kai no longer held back. Chaotic power transformed into a purplish-gray longsword, upon which flowed a strange and powerful spatial aura. The purplish-gray longsword, imbued with spatial power, slashed towards the Judgment Venerable, distorting space and slowing time wherever it passed. The Judgment Venerable’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block. The three beams of light—gold, purple, and gray—collided, unleashing a shockwave even more powerful than before. The crater, spanning a hundred miles in radius, expanded again, spewing forth magma and forming small volcanoes, billowing black smoke that blotted out the sky. The spectators in the distance were terrified by this terrifying battle. Many cultivators had collapsed, their bodies ice-cold, unable to hold on any longer. Lang Hao sustained several new wounds, caught in the aftershocks of the battle. He stared intently at the sky, his eyes filled with worry. “It’s been two days. Kai’s chaotic power is almost exhausted. The Judgment Venerable isn’t doing well either, but at this rate, Kai will eventually succumb.” Yun Xi remained silent, a tear welling in her eyes, yet she did not back down. She knew Kai was fighting for everyone. All she could do was guard this place, preventing anyone from interfering with this epic duel.The battle between the two continued late the following night.
However, their movements had slowed considerably, and their breaths grew increasingly weak.
Kai’s chaotic power was almost exhausted, and his wounds were numerous and numerous.
Golden blood dripped continuously from his body, and he swayed precariously in the void, yet he still gripped his purplish-gray longsword tightly, refusing to fall.
The Judgment Venerable was in no better shape.
The side effects of the forbidden secret technique were beginning to manifest, and his…