Chapter 6351 - 6360

“You…” Before he could finish speaking, Kai moved. His

purple figure left a trail of afterimages in the void, so fast that even a True Immortal of the Eighth Rank couldn’t see it clearly.

Chaotic power erupted beneath Kai’s feet, his figure transforming into a blurry purple shadow, breaking the sound barrier and spatial barriers with his speed.

Even the divine sense of an Eighth Rank True Immortal couldn’t track his trajectory, leaving only a series of shattered spatial ripples. In the next instant, he hovered above the three thousand divine army like a demon god, his pressure crashing down like an ancient mountain.

He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword high above his head, a hundred-foot-long purple sword beam condensing on its blade.

Golden flames burned on the sword beam, purple lightning flashed, and gray reincarnation power flowed.

“This sword is for the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.”

He slashed down.

The purple sword beam, like divine punishment, slashed towards the divine army.

Where the purple sword beam swept, the hard spatial barriers were easily torn apart like thin paper, and the dark, deep spatial cracks expanded wildly.

A violent spatial turbulence and annihilation power surged within the fissure. Nearby divine cultivators didn’t even have time to scream before being shredded into a bloody mist by the turbulence, their very souls crushed, revealing a pitch-black crack.

Terrifying spatial turbulence erupted from the fissure, sucking in surrounding divine cultivators and tearing them to shreds.

Golden holy light was like paper before the sword light, instantly torn apart, devoured, and dissipated.

Boom!

The sword light struck the ground, cleaving a thousand-foot-long chasm, its depths unfathomable. Lava gushed from the fissure, engulfing the surrounding divine cultivators.

Hundreds of divine cultivators turned to ashes under this single sword strike, without even a chance to scream.

Everyone was stunned.

The battlefield was deathly silent, save for the churning lava and the hissing of the spatial fissure. Everyone stood frozen, their minds blank, unable to believe the horrifying scene before them.

Lang Hao lay on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the sight.

He knew Kai was strong, but he hadn’t known Kai was this strong.

With a single sword strike, hundreds of Divine Race cultivators at the True Immortal Realm level three or higher were slain.

This was beyond mere “strength”; it was monstrous.

Yun Xi stood on the city wall, her hand gripping the broken sword trembling slightly.

Her eyes were filled with shock, and a hint of indescribable emotion—pride.

Jiang Xuelan gazed at the purple sword light, a surge of inexplicable emotion welling up within her.

She remembered that night beneath the Tree of Life, remembered the man who nearly died to save her.

He always appeared at the most crucial moment, solving the most seemingly impossible problems in the most awe-inspiring way.

Ying Wuji stood on the city wall, black chaotic demonic energy surging around him.

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Five thousand years of hatred, five thousand years of resentment—perhaps today he could truly avenge them.

Feng Qingzi stood on the city wall, bare-handed, his body covered in wounds.

He looked at the purple sword light and smiled.

“Good lad.” His voice was soft, but carried an barely suppressed excitement.

Chu Tianxing was locked in combat with the captain when he saw this scene, and his longsword paused slightly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. A second-grade True Immortal Realm cultivator, slaying hundreds of cultivators at the third grade or higher with a single sword strike.

This young man was stronger than he had imagined.

The captain’s face turned ashen. “You… who exactly are you?”

Kai didn’t answer.

He turned around and looked at the five Upper Realm God Clan cultivators.

“You, come at me all at once.”

The captain’s eyes narrowed.

A strong unease rose in his heart. It wasn’t the pressure from the difference in cultivation level, but an absolute restraint on the level of life itself, the instinctive fear of encountering a natural enemy, as if he were facing not cultivators, but chaotic beasts.

He sensed a power within this second-grade True Immortal Realm human cultivator that made him uneasy.

It wasn’t the suppression of cultivation level, but something more fundamental, like a natural enemy, like destiny.

“Arrogant.”

The captain sneered, pointing his spear at Kai. “You think killing a few small fry makes you a match for the five of us?”

The four behind him also gripped their weapons tightly.

One wielded twin swords, their blades shimmering with silvery light; another held a greatsword, its surface covered in ancient runes; one carried a long whip studded with barbs; and a bow and arrow rested on a silver-white arrow.

Five people, five True Immortals at the eighth rank, five powerful figures from the sixteenth level of the Heavenly Realm.

Kai looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips. The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but at that moment, everyone felt a chill.

“Five True Immortals at the eighth rank,” Kai said calmly, “not enough.”

The captain’s face darkened. “You’re courting death!”

He thrust his spear forward, the silvery spear light transforming into a silver dragon, its claws outstretched, charging towards Kai.

Wherever the silver dragon passed, the air was torn apart, space distorted, and a deep trench was carved into the ground.

Kai did not dodge. He raised his Dragon-Slaying Sword and slashed down.

The purple sword light collided with the silver dragon. There was no explosion, no loud noise. The silver dragon, governed by law, crashed into the purple sword light; there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a silent crushing. The

divine light laws of the Divine Race were like withered wood meeting a raging fire before the Chaos Origin—they crumbled, melted, and annihilated layer by layer. The silver dragon let out a mournful cry, shattering inch by inch, leaving not even a trace. It

was instantly torn apart, devoured, and dissipated. The sword light continued forward, slashing towards the captain.

The captain’s pupils suddenly contracted. He desperately channeled his spiritual power, condensing a silver shield of light in front of him.

The sword light struck the shield, shattering it. He was knocked back dozens of steps, his hands split open, blood flowing down the shaft of his spear.

His face turned deathly pale. “You…”

Before he could finish speaking, the attacks of the four men arrived.

The twin blades unleashed two silver-white beams of light, attacking from both sides;

the greatsword unleashed a hundred-foot-long silver beam of light, cleaving down from the front;

the long whip transformed into a silver serpent, coiling around him from behind; and the arrow, like a meteor, aimed straight for Kai’s throat.

Four attacks came simultaneously from four directions.

Kai didn’t dodge. He stood still, the Dragon-Slaying Sword spinning in his hand, purple chaotic power surging from his body, forming a purple light shield around him.

The blade’s edge struck the shield and shattered; the sword’s edge cleaved the shield and dissipated;

the whip, wrapped around the shield, was scorched by the chaotic fire and broke inch by inch;

the arrow struck the shield and turned into silvery-white powder.

Four killing moves, imbued with the full power of an eighth-grade True Immortal and the laws of the divine race, crashed down on the purple light shield. The blade’s edge shattered, the sword’s aura annihilated, and the whip was burned to ashes by the chaotic fire.

The arrow turned directly into specks of light. The light shield remained unmoved; Kai stood within it, his clothes unfurled, as if he had merely brushed away a few specks of dust.

The four men’s faces turned deathly pale.

They had never seen such power before: a second-grade True Immortal, enduring the full force of four eighth-grade True Immortals, unscathed.
Kai raised his head, looking at them. “I said, it’s not enough.”

He moved.

A purple figure left a trail of afterimages in the void, instantly appearing in front of the man wielding twin swords.

Before the man could react, the Dragon-Slaying Sword had already pierced his chest.

Purple chaotic fire surged from the sword, igniting his body.

He let out a shrill scream, his body burning in the flames. Holy light was like paper before the chaotic fire, instantly swallowed up.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pile of ashes.

The first person, dead.

Kai pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword and turned to look at the man wielding the greatsword.

That man was terrified and hurriedly raised his greatsword to block.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword collided with the greatsword, and the greatsword, like rotten wood before the chaotic power, shattered instantly. The

Dragon-Slaying Sword continued downward, cleaving the man in two.

Golden blood gushed out, splattering on Kai’s face, which he did not wipe away.

The second person, dead.

Kai turned around and looked at the man wielding the long whip.

The man was terrified and turned to run.

Kai raised his left hand, and a purple lightning spear materialized in his palm.

He hurled the spear, which moved with lightning speed, instantly catching up to the man, piercing his back and exiting through his chest.

The man’s body froze in mid-air for a moment, then exploded into countless golden specks of light.

The third person was dead.

Kai looked at the last person, the one holding the bow and arrow.

The man had already drawn his bow, the arrow aimed at Kai’s throat.

His hand trembled, his face filled with fear, but he still released the bowstring.

The arrow transformed into a silver-white light, shooting straight at Kai’s throat.

Kai didn’t dodge.

He raised two fingers and caught the arrow between them.

The arrow trembled at his fingertips, the silver-white light gradually dimming.

He casually tossed the arrow to the ground and looked at the man.

“Your turn.”

The man’s face turned deathly pale, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. “No…don’t kill me…I surrender…I surrender…”

Kai looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword and brought it down.

The fourth person was dead.

Four True Immortals at the eighth rank from the Upper Realm God Clan were all killed in less than ten breaths from the moment Kai made his move.

From the moment he made his move to the moment he killed four eighth-rank True Immortals, it was so fast that even the divine senses of the crowd couldn’t keep up. The purple figure darted across the battlefield, like a reaper of death, leaving no room for mercy.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The wind stopped and the sound ceased, leaving only the sound of dripping blood and scattering ashes. The God Clan cultivators were ashen-faced, their fighting spirit completely shattered, and only endless fear remained in their hearts.

Everyone looked at Kai, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

The God Clan cultivators’ legs went weak; some collapsed to the ground, some turned and ran, and some knelt and begged for mercy. The Beast Clan warriors

gripped their battle axes tightly, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

The demon warriors straightened their backs, their eyes filled with excitement.

The demon cultivators’ surging demonic energy subsided, their eyes filled with admiration.

The human cultivators gripped their longswords tightly, their eyes filled with hope.

The long-suppressed repression and despair vanished, the veins on their arms bulging as they gripped their battle axes, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge, as if they saw the dawn of victory.

Lang Hao lay on the ground, watching Kai’s back, tears streaming down his face, “Good lad… good lad…”

His voice trembled, but he smiled.

Yun Xi stood on the city wall, her hand holding the broken sword trembling slightly.

Her eyes were full of tears, but a smile played on her lips, “You finally… finally…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Jiang Xuelan looked at Kai’s back, a surge of indescribable emotions welling up inside her.

Ying Wuji looked at Kai’s back, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes, “He is the hope of all of us.”

Feng Qingzi stood on the city wall, unarmed, his body covered in wounds.

He looked at Kai’s retreating figure and smiled.

Chu Tianxing looked at Kai’s retreating figure, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

“The power of chaos… truly lives up to its reputation.” His voice was soft, but tinged with emotion.

The captain stood there, looking at the ashes and corpses of the four people, his face deathly pale.

He still held his spear in his hand, but his hand was trembling.

He had never seen such a person before. A second-grade True Immortal, killing four eighth-grade True Immortals in less than ten breaths.

From the moment he made his move to the moment he killed four eighth-grade True Immortals, it was so fast that even the divine senses of the crowd could not keep up. The purple figure darted through the battlefield, like a reaper of death, leaving no room for mercy.

“You… who exactly are you?” His voice trembled.

Kai turned around and looked at him.

“Kai.”

The captain’s pupils contracted slightly.

“You can’t kill me.”

The captain’s voice trembled. “I am a member of the Divine Alliance. If you kill me, the Divine Alliance will not let you go.

The experts of the Sixteenth Heaven will come down and kill you and all your friends.”

Kai looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he smiled.

The smile was cold, so cold it seemed to lower the surrounding temperature.

“The Divine Alliance?” Kai’s voice was calm. “Once I reach the Sixteenth Heaven, I will go find them.”

The captain’s expression changed drastically. “You…”

Before he could finish speaking, Kai moved.

A purple figure left a trail of afterimages in the void, instantly appearing before the captain. The

Dragon-Slaying Sword, crackling with purple chaotic fire, thrust towards the captain’s chest.

The captain desperately raised his spear to block, the spear colliding with the Dragon-Slaying Sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

The spear, before the power of chaos, was like rotten wood, instantly shattering.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword continued forward, piercing the captain’s chest.

Purple chaotic fire surged from the sword, igniting the captain’s body.

He let out a piercing scream, his body engulfed in flames. The holy light, like paper, was instantly swallowed by the chaotic fire.

His eyes widened in disbelief, even in death.

“You…you’ll regret this…” His voice grew weaker and weaker until it vanished completely.

Kai drew his Dragon-Slaying Sword, turned, and looked at the Judgment Venerable.

The Judgment Venerable stood in the void, his face deathly pale.

Behind him stood three thousand elite divine warriors, but now, only two thousand remained.

Kai’s single sword strike had slain hundreds. Beside him were five upper-realm divine cultivators.

But now, all five were dead.

He gripped the golden longsword, but his hand trembled.

He had never imagined he would fall to this state.

He was the number one figure in the Fifteenth Heaven, a True Immortal of the Eighth Rank.

He had ruled the Fifteenth Heaven for thousands of years, and no one had ever dared challenge his authority.

But now, he had encountered Kai, a True Immortal of the Second Rank human cultivator, who had annihilated all his trump cards in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. “Kai…”

His voice trembled, “You can’t kill me. I am the Lord of the Judgment Hall, I am the representative of the Divine Race in the Fifteenth Heaven. If you kill me, the Divine Race will not let you go.”

Kai looked at him, silent for a moment.

His eyes were full of coldness, so cold that the Judgment Venerable’s body trembled violently.

“The Divine Race will not let me go?” Kai’s voice was very calm, “When did your Divine Race ever let me go?”

He raised the Dragon Slayer Sword, pointing it at the Judgment Venerable.

“From the moment you oppressed the Ghost Race in the Heavenly Fire Pit, from the moment you enslaved the Ice God lineage in the North Mine, from the moment you sent a large army to besiege the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, from the moment you killed so many innocent people, you should have known that this day would come.”

The Judgment Venerable’s face was pale.

“Kai, I can give you whatever you want. Crystals, pills, cultivation techniques, territory, whatever you want, I can give you. Half of the Judgment Hall’s resources, no, all of them, I’ll give them to you, just spare my life.”

The Judgment Venerable began to beg for mercy.

The once high and mighty number one of the fifteen heavens was now deathly pale, his voice trembling, his posture humble, devoid of any dignity, wanting only to survive.

Kai shook his head, “I don’t want your resources.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want your life.”

A trace of despair flashed in the eyes of the Judgment Venerable.

He knew he couldn’t escape today. But a ruthless glint also flashed in his eyes; since he couldn’t escape, he would fight to the death.

“Kai, do you think you’ve already won?” The Judgment Venerable’s voice became frantic, “I am a True Immortal of the eighth rank, and you are only a True Immortal of the second rank. Even if your Chaos Power restrains my Holy Light, I will not sit idly by and wait to die!”

He raised his golden longsword, and the holy light around him surged.

Golden light poured out from his body, dyeing the entire sky gold.

His hair turned golden, his eyes also turned golden, and his aura rose again, reaching the peak of the True Immortal of the eighth rank.

“Sword of Judgment, cut down all heretics!”

He swung his sword down, the golden sword light transforming into a thousand-foot-long blade of light, slashing towards Kai.

Where the blade of light passed, space was torn apart, revealing a pitch-black rift.

Terrifying spatial turbulence surged from the rift, sucking everything in its path and shredding it to pieces.

Kai did not dodge.

He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword, purple chaotic power condensing on its blade.

Chaotic fire, the source of lightning, and the source of space intertwined, transforming into a purple-gold sword beam.

Golden flames burned on the sword beam, purple lightning flashed, and gray spatial energy flowed.

“This sword is for all those you have killed,”

he said, slashing down.

The purple-gold sword beam collided with the golden blade of light.

There was no explosion, no loud noise; the golden blade of light was like paper before the chaotic power, instantly torn apart, devoured, and dissipated. The

purple-gold sword beam continued forward, slashing towards the Judgment Venerable.

The Judgment Venerable’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He exerted all his strength to activate his holy light, condensing a golden light shield before him.

The light shield had seven layers, each containing the supreme laws of the divine race.

A crimson sword beam struck the light shield.

The first layer shattered.

The second layer shattered.

The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh layers.

The sword beam, like a red-hot iron rod piercing through butter, silently pierced through all seven layers of the light shield.

The crimson sword beam was unstoppable; each layer of the light shield, imbued with the supreme laws of the divine race, was pierced like paper, cracks spreading, laws crumbling, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Then, the sword beam struck the Arbiter Venerable.

“Ah!”

The Arbiter Venerable let out a shrill scream.

His body burned in the chaotic fire; the holy light before the chaotic fire was like paper, instantly swallowed up.

His left arm was severed, his right leg charred, and his chest pierced through.

Golden blood gushed from the wounds, evaporating into golden mist in the flames.

His body plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, creating a large crater.

His eyes remained open, staring at the sky, filled with resentment and fear.

“No…impossible…” His voice grew weaker and weaker, “I am the number one in the Fifteenth Heaven…how could I…”

Kai landed beside him, looking down at him.

The purple light on the Dragon-Slaying Sword gradually dimmed, but the tip of the sword was still pressed against the Judgment Venerable’s throat.

“You are not the number one in the Fifteenth Heaven.” Kai’s voice was calm, “You are just a coward who bullies the weak.”

A trace of despair flashed in the Judgment Venerable’s eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Kai raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword and thrust it down.

Golden blood gushed from the Judgment Venerable’s throat, staining the ground dark gold.

His eyes were wide open, unable to believe it even in death.

The number one in the Fifteenth Heaven, the Lord of the Judgment Hall, a powerful expert of the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm—was dead.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The wind stopped and the sound ceased, leaving only the sound of dripping blood and scattering ashes. The divine cultivators were ashen-faced, their fighting spirit completely shattered, and only endless fear remained in their hearts.

Everyone looked at Kai, at the young man standing beside the Judgment Venerable’s corpse.

His blue robes were stained with golden blood, his face was covered in blood, but his eyes shone brightly.

The divine cultivators collapsed.

They threw down their weapons and turned to flee.

Golden holy light scattered and fled across the wasteland like startled fireflies.

No one chased them; they were no longer a threat.

The Judgment Venerable was dead, five upper-realm divine cultivators were dead, more than half of the three thousand-strong army had perished, and the Judgment Hall was finished.

Lang Hao lay on the ground, watching Kai’s retreating figure, tears streaming down his face.

“We won…we won…” His voice trembled, but he smiled.

Yun Xi stood on the city wall, watching Kai’s retreating figure, tears finally falling.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, but the tears flowed uncontrollably.

Kai stood in the center of the battlefield, watching the fleeing divine cultivators, the corpses lying in pools of blood, and his comrades still cheering.

His face was expressionless, his eyes devoid of joy.

He simply stood there, gripping the Dragon-Slaying Sword, gazing at the sky.

The setting sun dyed the entire wasteland a golden-red.

The wind swept across the battlefield, swirling up ashes and dust, like countless silent sighs.

“It’s over,” he said softly.

He turned and walked towards Cloud City.

On the city walls, Lang Hao, Yun Xi, Jiang Xuelan, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Chu Tianxing, and the surviving warriors all watched him.

Their eyes were filled with respect, gratitude, and hope.

Kai reached the foot of the city wall, raised his head, and looked at them.

“We won,” he said softly, but every word carried weight.

On the city walls, cheers shook the heavens and the earth. The

roars of the beastmen, the shrieks of the ghosts, the growls of the demons, and the shouts of the humans—countless voices converged, soaring into the sky, shattering the remaining clouds, and echoing throughout the wasteland and the Cloud City.

“Kai! Kai! Kai!”

Beastmen warriors raised their battle axes, ghost warriors raised their demon blades, demon cultivators raised their longswords, and human cultivators raised their broken swords.

The voices of different races blended together, resounding across the entire wasteland.

Kai looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Then, he walked into the city.

Behind him, the setting sun dyed the entire world golden-red.

The era of the Judgment Hall had ended.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Divine Alliance on the Sixteenth Heaven, five dim beams of light streaked across a curtain.

“Dead? They actually perished on the Fifteenth Heaven?” Wei Pengkun, the leader of the alliance, was filled with surprise and astonishment.
Wei Pengkun sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

He appeared to be in his forties, with a resolute face, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, his long black hair tied back.

He wore a deep purple robe embroidered with the emblem of the Divine Alliance, and carried a golden longsword with a silver dragon coiled around its blade.

His cultivation was at the peak of the ninth rank of True Immortal Realm, half a step into the legendary Golden Immortal Realm.

Wei Pengkun’s eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment.

He couldn’t understand it. In a place like the Fifteenth Heaven, the highest level was only the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm, and the cultivators in the lower realms, whether in terms of cultivation techniques, magical treasures, or combat experience, were inferior to those of the same level in the Sixteenth Heaven.

The five people he had sent were all top-tier eighth-rank True Immortal Realm cultivators, each having experienced countless life-and-death battles.

How could they have died?

At whose hands did they die?

He closed his eyes, the images of those five people flashing through his mind.

The captain’s cold, stern face, his silver-white spear; the dual-wielder’s sharp swordsmanship; the greatsword master’s ferocious strength; the whip-wielder’s insidious moves; the archer’s precise archery.

Together, these five could hold their own against even a ninth-grade True Immortal.

But in the fifteenth heaven, they died.

“Someone come here.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly throughout the hall.

A Divine Clan cultivator strode in and knelt. “Alliance Leader.”

“Summon the strategist.”

“Yes.”

A moment later, an old man entered the hall.

He wore a grey robe, his hair was gray, his face was thin, and his eyes were small but bright, like those of an owl in the night.

He held a whisk in his hand, the white threads on it fluttering gently in the breeze.

His cultivation was not high, only seventh-grade True Immortal, but within the Divine Clan Alliance, his position was second only to Wei Pengkun. He was the strategist, Wei Pengkun’s most trusted advisor, named Zhuge Ming.

“Alliance Leader, you summoned me?” Zhuge Ming walked to the table, his gaze falling on the light screen, his pupils slightly contracting.

“They’re dead.” Wei Pengkun’s voice was calm, but Zhuge Ming sensed the anger beneath.

Zhuge Ming was silent for a moment, then reached out and summoned a jade tablet from the light screen, examining it closely.

Cracks on the jade tablet spread outwards from the center, like a withered flower.

He placed the jade tablet on the table, looked up at Wei Pengkun.

“The Fifteenth Heaven?” His voice was soft.

“The Fifteenth Heaven.” Wei Pengkun nodded. “I don’t understand, who could kill them in a place like the Fifteenth Heaven?”

Zhuge Ming didn’t answer immediately.

He walked to the star map, looked at the location of the Fifteenth Heaven, and remained silent for a long time.

“Alliance Leader, although the Fifteenth Heaven is a lower realm, it is not without powerful individuals.”

His voice was soft. “The people we sent were to hunt down those rebellious individuals like Chu Tianxing. Chu Tianxing is a True Immortal of the Eighth Rank, but he is severely injured and cannot possibly be a match for five people. Therefore, the one who killed them was not Chu Tianxing.”

“Then who was it?”

Zhuge Ming turned around and looked at Wei Pengkun.

“Alliance Leader, do you remember? The Lord of the Judgment Hall once contacted us using a summoning technique.

He said he encountered a powerful enemy in the Fifteenth Heaven, possessing the power of chaos, someone even an Upper Immortal could fight against.”

Wei Pengkun’s eyes narrowed. “You mean…”

“The power of chaos restrains all power.”

Zhuge Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flashing with an all-seeing light. “If that person breaks through, combined with the power of chaos, he might be able to kill five True Immortals of the Eighth Rank.”

Wei Pengkun remained silent for a long time. “The power of chaos… it’s been so many years since I’ve seen it.”

“The last time the power of chaos appeared was 30,000 years ago.” Zhuge Ming’s voice carried a hint of emotion. “That person almost destroyed the God Alliance.”

Wei Pengkun clenched his fist. “What happened to that person afterward?”

“He was suppressed by the alliance’s Supreme Elders. But the Supreme Elders also paid a heavy price and are still in seclusion healing their wounds.” Zhuge Ming looked at Wei Pengkun. “Alliance Leader, this person who possesses the power of chaos cannot be allowed to live.”

Wei Pengkun nodded. “I know. But we can’t send anyone down rashly again. Five True Immortals at the eighth rank are already dead. If we send more and they just die again, our losses will be too great.”

“What does the Alliance Leader mean…?”

“Investigate first.”

Wei Pengkun stood up and walked to the star map. “Send people skilled in stealth and reconnaissance to the Fifteenth Heaven. Not to hunt them down, but to investigate.

Find out how those five people died, find out the current situation in the Fifteenth Heaven, find out who the person with the power of chaos is, what their cultivation level is, and what their background is.”

Zhuge Ming nodded. “I’ll arrange it right away.”

“Also,” Wei Pengkun turned around and looked at Zhuge Ming, “Tell the people you send not to alert them. Find out the truth and come back. No fighting is allowed.”

“Yes.”

Zhuge Ming turned and left the hall.

Wei Pengkun stood in front of the star map, looking at the location of the Fifteenth Heaven, and remained silent for a long time.

“The power of chaos… interesting.” His voice was soft, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

…

Cloud City.

After the battle, the entire city was immersed in revelry.

The bloodstains on the city walls hadn’t dried yet, and the corpses beneath them hadn’t been cleared away, but the survivors had already begun to celebrate.

Beastmen warriors huddled around campfires, devouring meat and drinking wine, singing ancient war songs.

Ghost warriors huddled together, weeping and laughing, reciting the names of those who had died in battle. Demon cultivators

sat silently in corners, but their eyes no longer held fear, only the relief of surviving a catastrophe. Human

cultivators raised their wine cups, shouting Kai’s name, their voices shaking the heavens and earth.

Feng Qingzi brought out all the wine from the storeroom and laid it out in the square, allowing everyone to drink to their hearts’ content.

Lang Hao’s wounds hadn’t healed; his left arm was still in a sling, but he had already drunk several bowls of wine, his face flushed red.

Yun Xi sat on the city wall, watching the cheering crowds, a smile playing on her lips, but a hint of inexplicable weariness in her eyes.

Jiang Xuelan stood at the highest point of the city wall, icy blue divine light flowing in her palm. Her injuries had not fully healed, but she did not rest; she was watching Kai.

Kai didn’t drink.

He stood on the city wall, looking at the distant sky, his brows furrowed.

Yun Xi walked to his side and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy even though you won?”

Kai didn’t turn around. “Happy.”

“Then why are you frowning?”

Kai was silent for a moment. “The Divine Alliance of the Sixteenth Heaven won’t let this go easily.”

Yun Xi’s smile froze.

“They lost five people, they will definitely send people to investigate.” Kai said calmly, “After they find out, they will send more people, True Immortal Realm Ninth Grade, or even higher.”

Yun Xi was silent.

She looked at the distant sky, at the gradually dissipating golden holy light, and an inexplicable fear welled up in her heart.

“Then what should we do?”

Kai turned around and looked at her, “Celebrate first. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

He walked down the city wall.

Kai found Chu Tianxing in the council hall.

The old man sat in a chair, his eyes closed, his silver-white hair somewhat disheveled, and there were several unhealed wounds on his face.

His hands were on his knees, his fingers trembling slightly. In that battle, his spiritual power was greatly depleted, and his injuries had not fully healed.

But he didn’t go to rest; he was also waiting for Kai.

“You’re here.” Chu Tianxing opened his eyes and looked at Kai. Kai sat down opposite him. “Elder Chu, I want to ask you some questions.”

Chu Tianxing nodded. “Go ahead and ask.”

“What kind of person is the leader of the Divine Clan Alliance?”

Chu Tianxing’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Wei Pengkun, a peak ninth-grade True Immortal, is half a step into the Golden Immortal realm. He cultivates the supreme divine technique, the ‘Heavenly Saint Technique,’ which is said to allow one to communicate with the Heavenly Dao and borrow the power of heaven and earth when cultivated to its peak. His strength ranks among the top three in the Sixteenth Heaven.”

“What about his personality?”

Chu Tianxing thought for a moment. “Careful, suspicious, and ruthless. He doesn’t like taking risks and will repeatedly rehearse before each action to ensure everything goes perfectly. But once he makes up his mind, he will stop at nothing.”

Kai nodded. “What will he do after five people die?”

Chu Tianxing was silent for a moment. “He will first send people to investigate, not to attack, but to investigate. He will find out who you are, what your cultivation level is, and what your background is. Then, he will formulate a plan and send down even stronger individuals to annihilate you all in one fell swoop.”

Kai frowned. “Stronger individuals? Ninth-grade True Immortal?”

“Maybe more than that.” Chu Tianxing’s voice was soft. “Wei Pengkun has three great generals under his command, each a ninth-grade True Immortal. He also has two Supreme Elders, who are said to have already entered the Golden Immortal realm. If he’s truly determined, he might send his generals down.”

Kai remained silent.

Ninth-grade True Immortal.

He was currently a second-grade True Immortal. Although the power of chaos countered all other powers, he was still a whole realm below that level. He didn’t know if he could defeat them.

“There’s one more thing,”

Chu Tianxing said, looking at Kai. “Wei Pengkun is very wary of the power of chaos. Thirty thousand years ago, a person possessing the power of chaos almost destroyed the God Alliance.

Although he was eventually suppressed, the Supreme Elders of the alliance paid a heavy price. Therefore, he will definitely do everything in his power to eliminate you.”

Kai’s pupils contracted slightly. “Thirty thousand years ago? A person possessing the power of chaos? Who was he?”

Chu Tianxing shook his head. “I don’t know. That period of history was sealed by the Divine Alliance. We only know that this person existed, but we don’t know his identity.

Some say he was a rogue cultivator from the human race, some say he was a traitor to the divine race, and some say he came from a higher realm. There are many different opinions, and there is no definitive conclusion.”

Kai remained silent for a long time.

“If Wei Pengkun sends someone to investigate, what kind of person will he send?”

Chu Tianxing thought for a moment. “Someone skilled in concealment and reconnaissance wouldn’t have a cultivation level that’s too high, as that would make them easy to expose; nor would they have a cultivation level that’s too low, as that would make it impossible to find anything. Probably a sixth or seventh rank True Immortal, skilled in concealment, disguise, and tracking.”

Kai nodded. “How do we defend ourselves?”

Chu Tianxing stood up and walked to the map.

“First, strengthen defenses. Activate all the restrictions on Cloud City, and double the patrols on the city walls. Strictly check anyone entering or leaving.”

“Second, conceal your strength. Don’t reveal your true cultivation level and chaotic power. If the Divine Race spies come, make them think you’re just an ordinary True Immortal Realm Second Grade.”

“Third, transfer resources. Hide all the crystals, pills, and cultivation techniques; don’t let them know our resources.” ”

Fourth, train our troops. The Divine Race Alliance will send a large army down sooner or later; we must be prepared.”

Kai nodded. “Anything else?”

Chu Tianxing turned to look at him. “Also, you need to improve your strength as quickly as possible. True Immortal Realm Second Grade isn’t enough, far from enough.

You need to break through to True Immortal Realm Third, Fourth, and Fifth Grade—the higher the better. Only when your chaotic power is strong enough will we have a chance of victory.”

Kai was silent for a moment. “We’re running out of resources.”

Chu Tianxing took out a storage ring from his robes and placed it on the table. “This is what we brought from the Sixteenth Heaven. It’s not much, but it should be enough for you to break through to the third rank of True Immortal.”

Kai looked at the storage ring and remained silent for a long time.

“Thank you.”

Chu Tianxing shook his head. “No need to thank me. You saved all of our lives. This little thing is nothing.”

He stood up, walked to the door, stopped, and didn’t look back.

“Kai, you are all our hope. Don’t let them down.”

Then he left.

In the following days, Cloud City entered a state of high alert.

Feng Qingzi activated all the restrictions of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the city walls were covered with defensive runes, which shimmered with a dazzling blue light in the sunlight. The number

of patrolling cultivators was three times that of before, and everyone entering and leaving had to undergo strict checks.

Checkpoints were set up at the city gates, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will.

Lang Hao led the beastmen warriors in training day and night.

His injuries had not yet fully healed, and his left arm was still in a sling, but every morning he would stand on the training ground, watching the beastmen warriors swing their axes, chop, and charge.

His eyes were full of expectation and worry. He knew that the real battle had not yet begun.

Yun Xi led the ghost warriors to set traps outside the city walls.

They condensed the ghostly energy of the Netherworld Ghost Domain into black threads, wrapping them around the wasteland outside the walls.

These threads were invisible to the naked eye, but once someone touched them, an alarm would be triggered, releasing dense ghostly energy to trap the enemy.

Ying Wuji led the demon cultivators of the Shadow Palace to dig secret chambers underground in Cloud City.

They hid crystals, pills, and cultivation techniques deep underground, sealing them with restrictions.

The secret chamber had three levels, each with different restrictions, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.

Jiang Xuelan led the disciples of the Ice God Palace to set up an ice-sealing restriction above Cloud City.

Ice-blue divine light intertwined in the sky, forming a large net that enveloped the entire city.

Once an enemy attacked from the air, this net would fall, freezing the enemy into ice sculptures.

Chu Tianxing led dozens of human cultivators to set up reconnaissance points around Cloud City.

Disguised as ordinary rogue cultivators, they mingled in the small town on the wasteland, monitoring every movement around them.

If they spotted any spies from the Divine Race, they would immediately send a message back.

Everyone was incredibly busy.

Only Kai sat alone in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, a small mountain of crystals piled before him.

He took out the ring Chu Tianxing had given him from his storage ring and poured out its resources.

Crystals, pills, and spiritual herbs formed a new small mountain.

He looked at the resources and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he closed his eyes and placed his hands on the pile of crystals.

Chaotic power circulated within him, and purple light surged forth, illuminating the entire tower.

The spiritual energy within the crystals flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

One crystal was drained, turning into grayish-white powder.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand.

His cultivation began its ascent from the early stage of the second rank of True Immortal Realm. Then,

the second rank reached the middle, late, and peak stages.

Then, his resources were exhausted.

He opened his eyes, staring at the pile of grayish-white powder before him, and remained silent for a long time.

The peak of the second rank of True Immortal Realm.

Just one step away from the third rank.

But his resources were insufficient.

Kai shook his head helplessly. With each increase in his cultivation level, the rate at which he consumed resources multiplied.

He leaped out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower and headed towards the council hall. Inside

the council hall, Lang Hao, Yun Xi, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Chu Tianxing, and Jiang Xuelan were all present.

They sat around the table, watching Kai.

“We’re running out of resources,” Kai said bluntly.

Everyone’s faces darkened.

“How much do we have left?” Lang Hao asked.

Feng Qingzi sighed, “The Loose Cultivator Alliance’s treasury is empty. To support your cultivation, we gave you everything we could.”

Yun Xi shook her head, “Youyue Kingdom is gone too. All the resources accumulated over thousands of years were given to you.”

Ying Wuji was silent for a moment, “The Shadow Palace has a little, but not much.”

Lang Hao clenched his fist, “The Heavenly Wolf Tribe is empty too.”

Jiang Xuelan remained silent.

Her Ice God Palace had just been rebuilt and had nothing left.

Kai looked at them, silent for a long time.

“I’m going to the Judgment Hall,” he said softly.

Everyone’s eyes lit up.
“The Hall of Judgment has been operating for thousands of years; their treasury must still hold a vast amount of resources.”

Feng Qingzi’s voice was somewhat excited. “If we could obtain those resources…”

“Not just resources.” Kai interrupted him.

All eyes were on him.

“There’s something else in the Hall of Judgment that’s more important than resources.” Kai’s voice was calm, but every word was heavy. “The Netherworld Lamp.”

The council hall fell silent.

Yun Quan’s pupils contracted slightly.

He sat in the corner, silent all along.

His injuries hadn’t healed; his face was pale, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

But at this moment, his body suddenly trembled, as if struck by lightning.

“The Netherworld Lamp…” His voice trembled. “Mr. Chen, you mean…”

“We already have the Core of Reincarnation and the Soul-Guiding Fire. We only lack the Netherworld Lamp.”

Kai looked at Yun Quan. “Gathering these three treasures and lighting the Netherworld Lamp will open the Path of Reincarnation and release all the trapped ghost souls in the Reincarnation Division.”

Tears welled up in Yun Quan’s eyes.

He struggled to his feet, walked to Kai, and knelt down with a thud.

“Mr. Chen! On behalf of the Youyue Kingdom and all the Ghost Clan, I thank you for your great kindness!”

Kai quickly helped him up. “King Yunquan, please don’t be like this. This is what I promised Yunxi.”

Yunxi stood to the side, her eyes also red.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, but tears flowed uncontrollably.

She remembered the way Kai looked when they first met, remembered his words, “I will help you.” She thought it was just a polite remark, that Kai was just saying it casually.

But Kai hadn’t forgotten.

He had been doing it, one thing at a time.

From the Core of Reincarnation to the Soul-Guiding Flame, from the Northern Mine to the Sirius Tribe, from the three-day, three-night battle with the Judgment Venerable, to now going to retrieve the Netherworld Lamp.

He had never forgotten his promise.

“Kai…” Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Kai turned around and looked at her. “Come, come with me to the Judgment Hall.”

Yunxi nodded vigorously.

…

The Judgment Hall was located in the central area of ​​the Fifteenth Heaven, a huge palace built on a mountaintop.

The palace, built of white jade, was magnificent and resplendent.

But now, it was a ghost town.

Kai and Yun Xi landed on the plaza in front of the palace.

Various debris was scattered across the plaza: weapons, armor, elixir bottles, jade slips—everything was strewn about.

A wind blew from the mountaintop, whipping up dust and scraps of paper that swirled in the air.

The fallen tree had scattered the monkeys; the Judgement Venerable was dead, and all the cultivators of the Judgement Hall had fled.

“The Netherworld Lamp should be in the Judgement Venerable’s secret chamber,” Kai said.

“Where is the secret chamber?” Yun Xi asked.

“Behind the main hall.” Kai pushed open the door of the main hall and went inside.

The main hall was empty; the golden throne stood alone at the front, the golden robe still on it, but its owner was gone.

Sunlight streamed through the skylight in the dome, illuminating the throne and reflecting a blinding light.

Kai didn’t linger. He crossed the main hall and came to the corridor at the back.

The corridor was lined with stone chambers, some bedrooms, some cultivation rooms, and some libraries.

He walked to the end of the corridor, where there was a stone door.

The door was covered with restrictive runes.

The runes shimmered with a faint golden light in the darkness, like countless eyes.

Kai raised his right hand, and a ball of chaotic fire condensed in his palm. The purple flames burned through, melted, and dissipated the runes layer by layer. The stone door slowly opened.

The secret chamber was small, only a few feet in diameter.

The walls were forged from meteorite iron from outer space, covered with defensive runes. In the center of the chamber was a stone platform, on which sat a golden lamp.

The Netherworld Lamp.

The lamp was small, only the size of a fist, entirely golden, and covered with ancient runes.

The space around the lamp was slightly distorted, as if something was flowing.

Yun Xi’s breath caught in her throat, “This is… the Netherworld Lamp…”

Kai walked to the stone platform and picked up the lamp.

He found it heavy and cold to the touch, the flame within the lamp dancing in his palm, as if responding to his chaotic power.

He could feel the powerful reincarnation energy contained within the lamp, of the same origin and essence as the Core of Reincarnation and the Soul-Guiding Flame.

“Got it,” Kai said.

Yun Xi’s tears finally fell.

Kai put the Netherworld Lamp into his storage ring, turned around, and said, “Let’s go to the storeroom.”

The two walked out of the secret room, through the corridor, and arrived at the storeroom.

The storeroom was mostly empty, but some scattered crystals were still piled in the corner, and some untouched cultivation techniques and magical artifacts were still on the shelves.

Kai went to the corner and put the crystals into his storage ring one by one.

Yun Xi went to the shelves and collected the cultivation techniques and magical artifacts one by one.

“These cultivation techniques and magical artifacts, although not as good as those top-tier resources, are already very good equipment for the warriors of the Nether Moon Kingdom,” Yun Xi said with some excitement.

“Take it all,” Kai said. “Leave nothing behind.”

The two ransacked the storeroom.

They left the storeroom, crossed the corridor, and returned to the main hall.

Kai stood in the center of the hall, looking around.

A golden throne, golden robes, a golden dome, golden sunlight.

Everything was golden, but its owner was gone.

“Let’s go.” He turned and walked out of the hall.

Yun Xi followed behind him.

The two leaped into the air, transforming into two streaks of light, flying towards Cloud City.

Behind them, the Hall of Judgment stood silently in the sunlight, like a colossal tomb.

When Kai and Yun Xi returned to Cloud City, it was already evening.

At the city gate, everyone was waiting.

Lang Hao, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Jiang Xuelan, Chu Tianxing, and Yun Quan.

Yun Quan’s eyes were filled with anticipation, his hands trembling slightly.

Kai landed at the city gate and took out the Netherworld Lamp from his storage ring.

The golden lamp shimmered with a warm light in the setting sun.

The Netherworld light within the lamp danced, like countless ghost souls cheering.

Yun Quan’s tears welled up instantly.

He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed three times to Kai.

“Mr. Chen! Your great kindness will never be forgotten by the Youyue Kingdom!”

Kai quickly helped him up. “King Yun Quan, don’t do this. This is what I promised Yun Xi.”

He turned around and looked at everyone.

“The Core of Reincarnation, the Soul-Guiding Fire, and the Netherworld Lamp—the three supreme treasures are all gathered.”

Cheers shook the heavens and the earth from the city wall.

“Kai! Kai! Kai!”

The ghost warriors raised their ghost blades and cheered.

Yun Xi stood on the city wall, watching Kai’s back, tears streaming down her face.

She recalled the first time she met Kai, his words, and his deeds.

He had never disappointed her.

Jiang Xuelan watched Kai’s retreating figure, a complex mix of emotions welling up within her.

This man always treated others’ affairs as his own, always valued his promises more than his own life.

Kai raised his hand, and the cheers gradually subsided.

“Tomorrow, light the Netherworld Lamps and go to the Reincarnation Bureau to release all the trapped ghost souls.”

Yun Quan’s tears flowed even more fiercely. “Thank you… thank you…”

Kai smiled, turned, and walked into the city. The next morning, before dawn, the square of Cloud City was already packed with people.

In the center of the square stood a stone platform.

On the platform lay three supreme treasures: the Core of Reincarnation, as black as night; the Soul-Guiding Flame, as brilliant as day; and the Ancient Netherworld Lamp, as pristine as ever.

The light of the three treasures intertwined, illuminating the entire square.

Kai stood before the platform, purple chaotic power flowing around him.

Behind him were Yun Quan, Yun Xi, Lang Hao, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Jiang Xuelan, Chu Tianxing, and the surviving warriors.

All eyes were fixed on him.

“Let’s begin,” Kai’s voice was calm.

He raised his right hand and infused the chaotic power into the Core of Reincarnation.

The silver patterns on the Core of Reincarnation began to glow, like countless winding rivers, shimmering with an eerie light in the darkness. The power of reincarnation surged from the bead, condensing into a cloud of gray mist above the platform.

He raised his left hand again, infusing the power of chaos into the Soul-Guiding Fire.

The golden flames of the Soul-Guiding Fire surged violently, transforming into a golden fire dragon that hovered above the stone platform.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, the gray mist ignited, turning into a golden sea of ​​fire.

Then, he held up the Netherworld Lamp with both hands, pouring the power of chaos into it.

The ancient runes on the Netherworld Lamp lit up one after another, and the Netherworld Fire at the center of the lamp began to flicker, growing stronger and brighter.

The power of the three treasures converged above the stone platform.

The power of reincarnation, the Soul-Guiding Fire, and the Netherworld Flame intertwined, transforming into a pillar of light

that shot into the sky. The pillar of light was a hundred feet thick, soaring straight into the clouds, tearing a huge gash in the sky.

Sunlight streamed down from the crack, illuminating the plaza and casting long shadows on everyone.

Then, the pillar of light vanished.

Above the stone platform, a pitch-black crack appeared.

The crack was several feet wide, its edges smooth as a mirror, without a trace of residual spatial vibration.

On the other side of the rift, a hazy, gray world could be vaguely seen—the Reincarnation Bureau, a transit station for the souls of the Ghost Clan.

“The passage is open, but it can only last for thirty breaths,” Kai said.

He turned to look at Yun Quan and Yun Xi. “Let’s go.”

Tears welled in Yun Quan’s eyes, but he didn’t let them fall.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and was the first to step into the rift.

Yun Xi glanced at Kai, nodded, and followed behind her father.

Kai turned to look at Lang Hao, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Jiang Xuelan, and Chu Tianxing.

“Guard Cloud City. Wait for our return.”

Lang Hao gripped his battle axe tightly. “Don’t worry. Anyone who dares approach Cloud City, I’ll chop them down.”

Ying Wuji nodded. “The disciples of the Shadow Hall will guard every gate.”

Feng Qingzi gripped his broken sword. “The restrictions of the Loose Cultivator Alliance have all been activated; not even a fly can get in.”

Jiang Xuelan looked at Kai without speaking, but there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes—trust, expectation, or something else entirely.

He turned and walked into the crevice.

Behind him, the crevice slowly closed.

Kai landed on a gray-white stone staircase.

The staircase was wide, dozens of feet across, with bottomless abysses on either side.

Gray mist churned in the abyss, and within the mist, countless blurry figures could be vaguely seen drifting—the ghost souls trapped in the Reincarnation Bureau, waiting for tens of thousands of years.

The staircase was long, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Every hundred feet along either side of the stone steps stood a stone pillar, its surface covered with ancient runes that shimmered with a faint blue light in the gray mist.

At the top of each pillar hung a bronze lantern, its flame burning with a ghostly green light, illuminating the entire staircase.

Yunquan and Yunxi stood on the steps, tears streaming down their faces as they gazed at the figures in the gray mist.

“These…they are our people…”

Yunquan’s voice trembled. “For tens of thousands of years, they’ve been trapped here…unable to reincarnate, unable to leave…” Yunxi

gripped her ghostly blade tightly. “How can we save them?” Kai

walked to the center of the steps, looking around. “The seal of the Reincarnation Bureau is at the deepest point. We need to reach the end.”

The three of them began to walk up the steps.

The steps were long; after about an hour, they still couldn’t see the end.

The gray mist on either side grew thicker, and the figures within became clearer.

Some were weeping, some were shouting, some were silent, and some were praying.

Their voices intertwined, forming a low hum that echoed across the steps.

Yunquan’s steps grew slower and slower.

His injuries hadn’t healed, and his spiritual power hadn’t fully recovered.

But he gritted his teeth and continued forward step by step.

“Father, rest a bit,” Yunxi said, supporting him.

“No need,” Yunquan shook his head. “I’ve waited too long for this day. I can’t rest.”

Kai remained silent.

He walked at the front, purple chaotic power flowing around him, dispelling the gray mist and clearing a clear path for Yunquan and Yunxi.

After walking for about an hour, the end of the stone steps finally appeared.

It was a massive stone gate.

The gate was about a hundred feet high and fifty feet wide, entirely black, and covered with complex runes.

The runes shimmered with a faint blue light in the darkness, like countless eyes.

In the very center of the gate were three large characters: “Reincarnation Bureau.”

Before the gate stood two enormous stone statues.

The statues were about ten feet tall, clad in armor, holding spears, their faces ferocious.

Their eyes were blood red, gleaming eerily in the darkness.

Kai walked to the stone door and placed his hands on it.

Purple chaotic power surged from his palms, flowing into the runes on the stone door.

The runes began to flicker, the blue light growing brighter and more dazzling. The stone door slowly opened.

Behind the door was a grayish-white space.

The space was vast, as vast as a plain.

On the plain, countless gray figures stood densely packed, the ghost souls trapped in the Reincarnation Bureau.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.

They stood there, motionless, their eyes staring blankly ahead.

Black chains bound them, one end to the ground beneath their feet, the other to their wrists and ankles.

Yunquan’s tears finally fell.

“My people… my people…” He knelt on the ground with a thud, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yunxi stood beside him, tears streaming down her face.

Kai walked to the center of the plain, looking at the souls bound by chains.

His fists clenched.

“How do we break the seal?” Kai asked.

Yunquan struggled to his feet and walked to Kai’s side. “The core of the seal is at the deepest part. There is a Reincarnation Stone there, the eye of the seal. Once the Reincarnation Stone is broken, all the chains will snap.”

“Lead the way.”

The three of them passed through the densely packed souls, heading towards the deepest part of the plain.

The souls looked at them, a glimmer of light flashing in their empty eyes—hope, expectation, the first hope they had seen in tens of thousands of years.

Deep within the plain lay a colossal stone:

the Reincarnation Stone.

Ten zhang tall, it was entirely black, covered in densely packed runes.

The runes shimmered with an eerie blue light in the darkness, like winding rivers.

Around the stone stood four figures clad in black armor—guardians of the Reincarnation Bureau, each a True Immortal of the eighth rank.

They saw Kai and his companions and simultaneously opened their eyes.

Their blood-red eyes flickered with an eerie light in the darkness, like four ghostly lamps.

“Those who trespass into the Reincarnation Bureau shall die,” the foremost guardian spoke, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

Kai did not reply.

He drew his Dragon-Slaying Sword, purple chaotic power flowing across its blade.

“You all step back,” he said calmly.

Yun Quan and Yun Xi retreated to a distance.
The four guardians moved simultaneously.

Their speed was lightning-fast, their spears imbued with black, ghostly energy, thrusting towards Kai.

Wherever the spears passed, the air was torn apart, and deep furrows were carved into the ground.

Kai did not dodge. He raised his Dragon-Slaying Sword and slashed down.

The purple sword light collided with the four spears, but there was no explosion, no loud noise; the spears, like rotten wood before the chaotic power, shattered instantly.

The sword light continued forward, blasting the four guardians away.

They crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

“You…” The foremost guardian struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with shock.

Kai walked to him, the Dragon-Slaying Sword pressed against his throat. “Open the seal.”

A hint of despair flashed in the guardian’s eyes.

“The Reincarnation Stone was left by an ancient god; I cannot open it.” The guardian shook his head.

Kai said nothing more. He turned and walked to the Reincarnation Stone, placing his hands on it.

Purple chaotic power surged from his palms, flowing into the Reincarnation Stone.

Runes began to flicker, the blue light growing brighter and more blinding.

Cracks on the Reincarnation Stone began to spread, like a withered flower.

“No…” the guardian’s voice trembled, “You will destroy the Reincarnation Bureau…”

Kai ignored him.

He pushed the power of chaos to its limit, the purple light illuminating the entire plain.

The cracks on the Reincarnation Stone multiplied, becoming denser and denser.

Then, a deafening roar.

The Reincarnation Stone shattered.

Black fragments scattered and flew, turning into dust.

When the dust settled, only a pile of grayish-white powder remained where the Reincarnation Stone had been.

The chains broke simultaneously.

Millions of ghost souls opened their eyes at the same time.

The chains on their bodies snapped one by one, the black fragments falling to the ground and turning into dust.

Their bodies began to become transparent and glow.

Gray, white, gold, and silver lights intertwined on the plain, like an ocean of light.

They raised their heads, looking at the sky.

A huge crack appeared in the sky.

A blinding white light surged from the crack, containing the power of reincarnation—a passage to the path of rebirth.

“Free…”

“We are free…”

“Tens of thousands of years…finally…”

Voices surged from all directions—crying, laughing, shouting, praying.

Millions of voices intertwined, transforming into a deafening hum that echoed across the plains.

Yunquan knelt on the ground, looking at the souls, tears streaming down his face. “Go…go all…reincarnate…be reborn…live the lives you desire…”

An old man’s soul floated before him, bowed deeply, “Your Majesty, thank you.”

Yunquan looked up at the old man, recognizing him—his grandfather, the ruler of Youyue Kingdom thirty thousand years ago.

“Grandfather…” His voice trembled.

The old man smiled. “You did well, better than me.”

Then, he turned and flew towards the crack in the sky.

His body grew brighter and brighter, more transparent, finally transforming into a white light and disappearing into the crack.

One after another, souls flew towards the rift.

Among them were the elderly, the young, the children, the warriors, and the civilians.

Some laughed, some cried, some waved goodbye, and some prayed silently.

Millions of rays of light rose from the plain, like a reversed meteor shower.

Yunxi stood beside Kai, watching the rays of light, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you.”

Kai looked at her and smiled. “You’re welcome. This is what I promised you.”

He turned away, looking at the rays of light, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside him.

Tens of thousands of years of waiting, tens of thousands of years of hardship, tens of thousands of years of despair.

Today, it was finally over.

The guardian knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

Yunquan looked at the guardian and angrily rebuked him: “As guardians of the Ghost Clan’s Reincarnation Division, why did you deliberately seal these souls, preventing them from being reborn?”

The guardian shook his head: “The Heavenly Dao, this is the Heavenly Dao’s command. Now you have forcibly released these souls, and you will be punished by Heaven. The calamity of the Ghost Clan will eventually come.”

The guardian’s body slowly disappeared.

“The Heavenly Dao? What’s going on?” Kai asked in surprise.

But the guardian’s body had vanished, completely disappeared.

Yun Quan and Yun Xi listened to the guardian’s words, lost in thought. They didn’t know if releasing these souls was the right thing to do.

Although these souls were trapped in the Reincarnation Bureau and couldn’t be reborn, they were safe.

But now that they were all released and returned to their respective worlds to be reborn…

then they might face a dangerous situation, possibly even being completely annihilated, without even a chance to be reborn.

“Let’s go. Since we’ve done it, let’s not think about it too much,”

Kai said, seeing the father and daughter’s worries.

It was already late at night when Kai, Yun Quan, and Yun Xi left the Reincarnation Bureau.
At the city gate of Cloud City, everyone stood waiting.

Lang Hao, Ying Wuji, Feng Qingzi, Jiang Xuelan, Chu Tianxing, and the surviving warriors.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation and worry.

Seeing Kai and the other two emerge, Lang Hao was the first to rush forward. “How did it go?”

Kai smiled. “We succeeded.”

Cheers erupted from the city walls.

Yun Quan stood at the city gate, watching the cheering crowd, tears streaming down his face.

He had waited for this day for far too long.

For tens of thousands of years, his people had been hunted, enslaved, and imprisoned.

He thought he would never see hope again.

But now, hope had arrived.

He turned to Kai and bowed deeply.

“Mr. Chen, your kindness and virtue will be forever remembered by the Youyue Kingdom.”

Kai helped him up. “King Yun Quan, please don’t do this. This is what I promised Yun Xi.”

He turned to face everyone.

“The era of the Judgment Hall has ended. The suffering of the Ghost Clan has ended. But our battle is not over yet.”

The cheers gradually subsided.

“The Divine Alliance of the Sixteenth Heaven won’t let this go. They’ve lost five people, they’ll definitely send more. True Immortal Realm Ninth Grade, or even higher.”

Everyone’s expression turned solemn.

“So, we must prepare.” Kai’s voice was calm. “Train, prepare for battle, improve our strength. When they come, we’ll make sure they don’t return.”

Lang Hao gripped his battle axe tightly. “Yes! Make sure they don’t return!”

“Make sure they don’t return!” The beastmen warriors roared in unison.

“Make sure they don’t return!” The ghost warriors shouted in unison.

“Make sure they don’t return!” The demon cultivators shouted in unison.

“Make sure they don’t return!” The human cultivators howled in unison.

Kai looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Alright. Let them come.”

He turned and walked into the city.

Just as Kai and the others entered the city, a dark figure silently landed on the ruins of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.

It was a thin man, wearing a black bodysuit, his face covered with a black cloth, only his eyes visible.

His cultivation level was at the sixth rank of True Immortal, but his aura was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

He held a round magical artifact in his hand, its surface shimmering with a faint silver light.

He was a spy for the Divine Alliance, codenamed “Shadow.”

Shadow stood on the ruins, surveying his surroundings.

He looked at the dismantled tents, the toppled wooden fences, the dried bloodstains, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

He crouched down, dipped his finger in the bloodstain, and smelled it.

“Beast blood, ghost blood, demon blood, human blood… and divine blood.” His voice was soft. “The battle was fierce.”

He stood up and flew towards the Shadow Palace.

The Shadow Palace was empty.

The underground palace of Shadow Abyss was deserted.

The secret chambers had been emptied, the restrictions closed, even the stone doors remained ajar.

The black throne stood alone in the empty hall, as if mocking him.

Shadow walked to the throne and touched the armrests.

A faint warmth lingered on the armrest; someone had sat there not long ago.

He turned and flew towards the direction of Youyue Kingdom.

Youyue Kingdom was empty.

The ancient city was deserted, the stone halls were empty, even the runes on the city walls had dimmed.

A black flag, embroidered with the emblem of Youyue Kingdom, still flew at the city gate, fluttering in the wind.

Ying stood at the city gate, gazing at the flag, silent for a long time.

Then, he flew towards Yunzhong City.

He didn’t approach Yunzhong City.

He stopped on a small hill a hundred miles away, took out a round magical artifact from his robes, and aimed it at Yunzhong City.

The silver light on the artifact grew brighter and brighter, projecting the image of Yunzhong City before him.

Ying observed Yunzhong City through the artifact, his brows furrowing.

There were three times more cultivators patrolling the city walls than usual, one every ten feet, weapons in hand, their eyes scanning the surroundings like hawks.

The city walls were covered in dense defensive runes, each radiating a blinding blue light, weaving together into an impenetrable net.

A gigantic, icy-blue net hung in the sky, enveloping the entire city, its chilling aura so intense even birds dared not approach.

On the wasteland, invisible black threads entwined among the withered grass and pebbles, like an invisible spiderweb, waiting for prey to walk into its trap.

He sheathed his magical artifact, leaned against a rock, and closed his eyes in thought.

Forcing his way in was impossible; once those restrictions were triggered, he wouldn’t even have a chance to escape.

Disguising himself as a rogue cultivator and sneaking in?

That wouldn’t work either; the checks at the city gate were too strict. Everyone entering or leaving was questioned, searched, and their identities verified.

Although his divine aura was concealed by a concealment technique, one of the checking cultivators was an elderly man at the seventh rank of True Immortal Realm, with incredibly sharp eyes; he might not be able to fool him.

He opened his eyes, looking in the direction of Cloud City, a cold glint flashing in them.

“Since we can’t get in, we’ll just wait,” he murmured. “Wait for the people inside to come out. Someone has to come out eventually.”

Shadow waited for three days.

For three days, he lay motionless on the hill like a stone.

His aura was completely concealed, and even his body temperature dropped to the same level as the surrounding environment.

His eyes were fixed on the city gate of Cloud City, watching the people coming and going.

Beastman caravans, ghost messengers, demon patrols, and human rogue cultivators.

He memorized everyone’s face, aura, and route.

On the morning of the fourth day, the opportunity came.

A group of beastman warriors came out of the city, escorting several carriages, heading south.

The carriages were loaded with crystals and pills, obviously being transported to some stronghold.

Shadow stealthily followed. He followed a great distance, so far that the convoy was invisible to the naked eye, and he could only track it by sensing its aura.

His concealment skills were among the best in the Divine Alliance; even a True Immortal of the eighth rank would have difficulty detecting him.

The caravan traveled for about an hour before stopping in a valley.

The beastmen warriors began unloading, carrying the crystals and pills into a hidden cave.

Shadow lay prone on a distant ridge, watching the busy beastmen warriors, pondering whether he should take the opportunity to sneak in.

But just then, he felt a gaze.

The gaze was very light, as light as a feather landing on his skin.

But Shadow’s body stiffened abruptly; he had been discovered.

He lay motionless on the ground, even his breathing stopped.

His concealment technique was still active; his aura was completely hidden. He shouldn’t have been discovered.

The gaze vanished.Ying waited a long time, making sure no one was chasing after him, before slowly raising his head.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly.

“An illusion?” he murmured. “It must be an illusion.”

He didn’t notice that in the distance, in the valley below, a young man in a blue robe stood at the entrance of a cave, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Kai stood at the cave entrance, watching the faintly visible black figure in the distance, a cold glint in his eyes.

“They’ve arrived,” he said softly.

Lang Hao walked to his side, following his gaze, but saw nothing. “Who’s here?” ”

A spy from the Divine Clan Alliance,” Kai said, withdrawing his gaze. “A sixth-grade True Immortal, skilled in concealment. They’ve been lying in wait on the ridge for three days.”

Lang Hao’s pupils contracted slightly. “You already found out?”

“I found out on the first day.” Kai smiled. “He’s waiting for a chance to enter the city. We’ll give him that chance.”

Lang Hao frowned. “What do you want to do?”

“Let him in.”

Kai turned to look at Lang Hao. “Pass down the order: starting today, relax the checks at the city gate by half.

Reduce the number of patrolling cultivators by one-third.

Close the ice seal in the sky for one incense stick’s time every noon.”

Lang Hao’s expression changed. “Are you crazy? What if he…”

“He won’t make a move.”

Kai interrupted him. “He’s just here to investigate, not to fight. Once he’s found out, he’ll go back and report. I want him to find out.”

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “Then, I’ll make sure he can’t go back.”

Lang Hao looked into Kai’s calm eyes, a strange emotion welling up inside him.

This young man usually seemed very gentle, loyal to his friends, and compassionate towards the weak.

But once he made up his mind to do something, he became ruthless, decisive, and unscrupulous.

“Okay.” Lang Hao nodded. “I’ll go arrange it now.”

Ying noticed the change.

The checks at the city gates were relaxed.

What used to take the time it takes for an incense stick to burn now only requires a few words.

The number of patrolling cultivators decreased, and the figures on the city walls became much thinner.

Every day at noon, the giant ice-blue net in the sky would close for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, as if someone was deliberately leaving a passage for him.

Shadow crouched on the small hill, watching the changes, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

“Too coincidental,” he murmured, “Too coincidental.” But he did not retreat.

He was the best spy of the Divine Alliance; he could not return empty-handed.

He had to go in, he had to find out the truth.

At noon on the fifth day, the giant ice-blue net closed precisely on time.

Shadow took a deep breath, activated his concealment technique, and transformed into a faint black shadow, rushing towards Cloud City.

His speed was as fast as lightning, but his aura was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

He passed through the gap in the giant net, crossed the city wall, and landed in a secluded corner of the city.

The city was bustling.

Beastmen, ghosts, demons, and humans—cultivators of different races mingled together, some trading, some drinking, some training.

Shadow huddled in a corner, watching them, silently memorizing every detail.

Shadow’s heart pounded.

These were the enemies of the Divine Alliance.

He had to remember everything and report back.

Then, he saw Kai.

Kai stood on the city wall, his azure robe fluttering in the wind, the Dragon-Slaying Sword at his waist reflecting a faint light in the sunlight.

Purple chaotic power swirled around him, a light that wasn’t violent, but tranquil, like a sleeping dragon.

His eyes were purple, and stars seemed to swirl within their pupils.

Shadow’s breath caught in his throat.

He sensed the young man’s aura, a fear that pierced his very bones.

It wasn’t a suppression of cultivation, but something more fundamental, like a natural enemy, like destiny.

“Peak of the second rank of True Immortal Realm…” Ying murmured, “Possessing the power of chaos… It’s him. He’s the one who killed those five people.”

He suppressed his fear and continued to observe.

He saw Kai walk down the city wall and into the council hall.

He quietly followed, hiding outside the council hall window, listening to the conversation inside.

“Are the resources enough?” That was Lang Hao’s voice.

“Enough to break through to the third rank of True Immortal Realm.”

That was Kai’s voice, “But not enough to the fourth rank. Although the Judgment Hall has plenty of resources, my chaotic power is being consumed too much.”

“Then what should we do?” That was Yun Xi’s voice.

“Break through to the third rank first.” Kai’s voice was calm, “Then we’ll think of another way.”

Ying’s lips curled slightly.

Peak of the second rank of True Immortal Realm, about to break through to the third rank.

This was their trump card.

He quietly retreated and left the council hall.

He didn’t know that inside the council hall, Kai’s lips also curled slightly.

Ying stayed in the city for three days.

In those three days, he thoroughly investigated the defenses, troop strength, resources, and personnel composition of Cloud City.

He even sneaked into the underground chambers and saw the hidden crystals and pills.

He felt incredibly lucky, thinking these lower-realm cultivators were too foolish to even notice him entering.

Late on the third night, Shadow decided to leave.

He darted through secluded corners of the city, heading towards the city walls.

His speed was lightning fast, yet his presence was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

He was about to succeed. He vaulted over the city wall, landing outside the city, and sped towards a distant hill.

Just then, a purple light shone before him.

Shadow’s body stiffened abruptly, and he stopped in his tracks.

Standing before him was a young man in a blue robe.

Purple chaotic energy swirled around him, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

His eyes were purple, and stars seemed to swirl within his pupils.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet at that moment, Ying felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

“Have you found out?” Kai’s voice was calm.

Ying’s pupils contracted sharply.

He turned and ran.

He pushed his concealment technique to its limit, his speed to its limit.

But no matter how fast he ran, the purple light remained in front of him.

“You…” Ying’s voice trembled, “You discovered it all along?”

Kai didn’t answer.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Ying.

Purple chaotic power condensed in his palm, but this time, it wasn’t fire, not lightning, but a more ancient, purer power.

The Origin of Space.

Ying felt the surrounding space begin to distort.

The air became viscous, like frozen glue.

His body stiffened, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

“No…” He struggled desperately, but his concealment technique was like paper before the Origin of Space, instantly torn apart.

His body was compressed, solidified, and sealed; the surrounding air became a transparent wall, trapping him in a tiny, three-foot-square confined space.

Ying lunged at the transparent wall, pounding on it desperately, but the wall remained unmoved.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror. “Let me out! Let me out!”

Kai walked up to him, looking at him through the transparent wall. “How many of you came?”

Ying gritted his teeth, remaining silent.

Kai raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist.

The confined space began to shrink, the transparent wall squeezing inward.

Ying’s body was compressed, his bones creaking and groaning.

He let out a piercing scream.