Chapter 6411 - 6420

Kai moved steadily forward, his footsteps treading across the cold, hard volcanic rock slabs of the third level of Black Rock Prison. Each step carried an aura of unwavering stability.

On both sides of the path were countless rusty prison doors, their iron gates covered in millennia of accumulated blood and dark, malevolent energy.

Layers of sealing runes coiled around the doorframes and chains, radiating a faint, suppressed, binding light, firmly imprisoning the powerful cultivators within.

He raised his hand, focusing his mind, a wisp of pure, restrained chaotic power swirling around his fingertips. Driven by his will, a sharp, cold light erupted from his palm.

The instant he raised his hand to swing his sword, the sword light condensed into a sliver of starlight, the incomparably sharp blade instantly cutting through the heavy sealing chains.

A series of crisp, cracking sounds echoed through the dark corridor, echoing the ancient binding runes imbued by the gods.

The black iron chains, imperishable for millennia, could not withstand the destructive power of the primal chaos, snapping inch by inch, their fragments scattering to the ground.

The layers of binding arrays and spirit-locking runes attached to the chains and cell doors were instantly dissipated by the sword light, turning into lifeless ashes, completely shattering all restraints.

One by one, the tightly locked cell doors swung open, releasing a stench of blood and mildew from the millennia-old, stagnant air—a stark contrast to the vibrant, pure spiritual energy of the outside world.

The top experts of various races, trapped in these dark, sunless prisons for thousands of years, immediately broke free of their shackles and stepped out of their cells.

They greedily inhaled the long-awaited spiritual energy of freedom, rapidly expelling the stagnant, sealed energy and impure qi that had accumulated in their meridians for millennia.

The humiliation, resentment, repression, and despair that had been building up within their chests were all released with the turbid air.

These powerful figures included veteran cultivators of the human race, barbaric overlords of the beast race, iron-blooded warriors of the demon race, and sinister experts of the ghost race, all dressed in tattered clothes.

Their flesh was covered with hideous scars left by torture, their meridians had been sealed for many years and were mostly damaged, their cultivation had been suppressed for ten thousand years, and their bodies and minds had been ravaged.

But now, reborn, the light in their eyes, which had been dead for many years, suddenly revived, and their pride had not been worn away in the slightest by the hardships of imprisonment.

In unison, they all knelt down, their knees slamming heavily on the cold stone ground with a dull thud, and kowtowed deeply to Kai.

Their foreheads touched the ground, their posture extremely respectful, and every word was filled with heartfelt gratitude.

“Thank you so much, benefactor, for breaking free of our prison and rescuing us from this sea of ​​suffering. We will never forget your kindness and will repay you with our lives!”

“Your benefactor’s virtue transcends heaven and earth. We have long suffered enough from the bullying and oppression of the gods. Today, we are willing to follow you to the death, rush to the front lines, and fight against the god alliance until we die!”

Kai’s expression was gentle and peaceful. He quickly stepped forward and used his gentle spiritual power to help the kneeling crowd to their feet. His gaze swept over the devastated corridor, and his voice was steady and powerful, reassuring everyone.

“Esteemed seniors, there’s no need for such formalities. Please rise. The divine race’s hegemony has not yet crumbled, and all races across the heavens still suffer under the oppression of powerful forces. The threat of war is ever-present, and countless cultivators are still enduring immense hardship.”

“We have no time for rest and recuperation. Quickly gather your strength, regulate

your breathing, and stabilize your qi and blood. Come with me out of Black Rock Prison to aid our suffering compatriots outside, and together raise the banner of resistance.” With that, he said no more, turning and striding towards the deepest part of the third level, his gaze fixed on the last, highest-grade, and most heavily sealed ultimate prison cell.

He pushed hard, and the heavy, rust-covered iron door creaked open with a dull, grating sound.

It slowly opened inward, releasing an aura of extreme cold, death, and desolation, several times more oppressive than any other cell nearby.

Inside the dimly lit, damp ultimate cell, not a ray of light shone, except for a faint wisp of malevolent energy lingering in the corner.

An elderly man with white hair and a withered, emaciated body sat quietly cross-legged in the center of the ground.

His clothes were tattered and unrecognizable, the edges worn and torn, clinging tightly to his thin frame.

Nine thick, black iron chains, as thick as bowls, crisscrossed and tightly bound his limbs, neck, and dantian meridians.

Each chain was densely engraved with the supreme divine-locking runes and meridian-sealing array patterns of the divine race, layer upon layer, interlocking.

Day and night, they drained his spiritual power, suppressed his cultivation, and imprisoned his soul, forcibly trapping a ninth-rank powerhouse here for eight thousand years.

Sensing movement outside the door, the old man slowly raised his heavy head, his eyes cloudy and aged, filled with the weariness of years and the trials of imprisonment.

In the depths of the deathly silence that had lain dormant for eight thousand years in his eyes, a faint yet bright light suddenly flashed.

The gaze fell directly on Kai, carrying a mixture of surprise, expectation, and disbelief.

“Young man, who exactly are you? How dare you single-handedly storm a prison heavily guarded by the Divine Race, breaking through layers of high-level sealing formations, risking your life to rescue us, the prisoners trapped here?”

The old man’s voice was hoarse and dry; after a long silence, his vocal cords were stiff, each word carrying the weight of years.

“Kai, the person in charge of Free Valley,” Kai replied calmly and composedly, neither humble nor arrogant, answering truthfully. His aura was clean and open, devoid of any ulterior motives.

Upon hearing this, the old man remained silent for a long time. A weathered yet relieved smile slowly spread across his gaunt face, a smile tinged with endless sorrow and anticipation. Tears welled in his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly.

“Free Valley… After ten thousand years, I never thought I would hear those three words again. Lin Yuan, that boy, was still young back then. Is he alright now? Is Free Valley alright?” ”

Senior Lin Yuan is waiting outside the prison, safe and sound. Free Valley’s foundation is solid, the soldiers are united, and everything is fine.”

Kai replied softly, his tone reassuring, giving the old man peace of mind.

Eight thousand years of imprisonment in darkness, eight thousand years of torment without seeing the sun, eight thousand years of having his spiritual power drained, his soul depleted, and being eroded and tormented by runes day and night—the old man had long since lost all hope, only wishing to quietly die in his cage.

Now, hearing that his old friend was well and his homeland was safe, the grievances, forbearance, and loneliness accumulated over ten thousand years instantly broke through his defenses.

Turbid tears slowly slid down his deeply lined cheeks, each drop hitting the cold ground. He choked back sobs, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.

“Eight thousand years… I have been trapped here day and night, suffering endless tortures from the seal.

I thought I was destined to die in this cage, never to see the light of day again, never to see my homeland again…” “Unexpectedly, in the darkness, there is still a chance to escape and return to the world…”

Kai said no more, raised his hand and focused his mind. The Dragon-Slaying Sword was raised lightly, and a refined and pure purple sword light burst forth instantly. The sword light was sharp and decisive, accurately slicing through the nine sealing iron chains.

Crackling sounds rang out one after another, and the hard black iron chains broke and fell to the ground, scattering the imprisoning runes all over the sky. The layers of ten thousand years of seal were completely released. He bent down and reached out, steadily helping the elderly man to his feet. The warmth in his palm helped stabilize the man’s disordered qi and blood.

“Senior, the past hardships are over. There’s no need to dwell on them anymore. Follow me out of this infernal prison. The long night will eventually fade, and the flames of our rebellion against the gods have already ignited. Everything is worth looking forward to.”

A moment later, Kai personally led the way, followed closely by a group of top experts who had regained their freedom and thousands of rescued cultivators who had endured countless hardships, as they marched out of the third level.

At this moment, the vast wilderness was bathed in the first light of dawn. The morning sun pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the entire land.

In the distance, a majestic cluster of volcanoes stood tall, their massive craters continuously spewing billowing black smoke.

A thick cloud of dust blotted out the sun, casting a dark, oppressive crimson hue over the sky. The howling wind and desolate wasteland only amplified the surging fighting spirit in everyone’s hearts.

Kai stood alone at the forefront of the group, his back straight as a proud pine tree, his black robes fluttering in the wind. His posture was steady and imposing, as immovable as a mountain.

Behind him stood thousands of cultivators from various races, reborn from the dead. Humans were known for their propriety and resilience, beastmen for their ferocity and fearlessness, demons for their iron will and fortitude, ghosts for their forbearance and determination, and spirits for their gentleness and unity. All races were gathered together, united in purpose.

They were all ragged and emaciated, their skin covered with old and new scars from torture, their energy still weak, yet not one of them hunched over or showed any fear.

Eyes once filled with despair and numbness now shone like stars in the dark night, burning with the raging flames of resistance against tyranny.

They were brimming with the burning gratitude of surviving a catastrophe, and bound by an unwavering, indomitable will.

Gazing at the young figure ahead, alone, carrying the banner of resistance against all races, they placed their trust and utter reliance on him.

Kai slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over the countless cultivators behind him, oppressed by the gods and suffering endless imprisonment. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, his conviction as unbreakable as steel.

He slowly walked, braving the howling wind, step by step, to the charred, mangled corpse of Shadow Warrior not far away.

The body had long been burned beyond recognition by the chaotic flames, its bones charred and withered, its murderous aura completely dissipated.

Only the cold, glaring alliance emblem engraved with the divine totem on its chest remained intact.

The metal, gleaming with a chilling arrogance and cold in the dim sunlight, seemed to stubbornly still display the once supreme and domineering authority of the divine race.

Kai, his face cold, slowly raised his foot, carrying the wrath of all races and the will of a thousand hearts, and stomped down heavily, crushing the mangled corpse of the Shadow Warrior.

Inch by inch, he crushed and shattered the last vestiges of the divine race’s arrogance and illusory majesty, shattering the shackles of power and oppression.

The howling winds of the wasteland suddenly intensified, sweeping across the vast wilderness, stirring up clouds of dust and debris.

Kai stood tall, his chest heaving with a surging battle intent, his voice rising sharply, like a thunderclap from the heavens.

It carried the overwhelming rage and indomitable will of all the cultivators of all races, resounding across the thousand miles of wasteland, shaking the heavens and earth, its penetrating power lingering for a long time.

“The Divine Alliance, relying on its strength to bully the weak, runs rampant throughout the heavens, arbitrarily imprisoning cultivators of all races, wantonly trampling on the lives of living beings, forcibly defining the rules of heaven and earth with its power, crushing weaker races with its force, domineering and tyrannical, its crimes are heinous!”

“Today, I, Kai, join hands with the power of cultivators of all races across the heavens to break through the Divine Alliance’s infernal prison, publicly slay a high-ranking Divine Alliance general, and tear apart the hypocritical mask of the Divine Alliance!”

“From this day forward, we will defy the heavens, rise against the tide, never bow to power, never bend to hegemony!”

“Today, I, Kai, act on behalf of heaven, leading cultivators of all races across the world to personally dismantle the heavens that have made you, the Divine Alliance, so high and mighty, oppressing all living beings!” The

moment his voice fell, thousands of cultivators of all races behind him raised their arms and roared in unison, the sound waves layered upon each other, soaring straight into the nine heavens, their majestic momentum shaking the heavens and the earth, vibrating the entire desolate world.

“Tear down the gods’ heaven!”

“Tear down the gods’ heaven!”

“Tear down the gods’ heaven!”

The continuous roars echoed across the crimson wasteland, lingering for a long time, forcefully breaking through the thick clouds and scattering the billowing black mist.

Each roar, carrying endless resentment, raging anger, and a determination to resist to the death, officially announced the beginning of the collapse of the gods’ millennia-long hegemony, resounding throughout the entire Western Regions of the Sixteen Heavens.

In the distant sky, rolling dark clouds surged and converged wildly, with faint winds and thunder rumbling.

The entire world seemed deeply shaken by this indomitable will to resist, trembling slightly, and strange phenomena arose in response.

Among the crowd, Lin Yuan stood quietly, his gaze fixed on Kai’s solitary yet imposing figure.

The grievances, forbearance, torment, and anticipation accumulated over thousands of years transformed into scalding tears, silently sliding down his cheeks and soaking his clothes.

To overthrow the brutal rule of the gods, to protect the peace of Free Valley, and to preserve the last glimmer of hope for all races,

he had endured and borne burdens for far too long. Today, he finally awaited the breaking of the long night and the arrival of dawn, his heart overflowing with mixed emotions and immense relief.

Beneath the distant mountains, the gates of Free Valley opened wide, their lights shining brightly through the night, piercing the darkness and gloom, warm and dazzling.

When Kai led a group of top experts and thousands of rescued cultivators to the entrance of Free Valley, the entire valley instantly erupted in cheers, echoing throughout its depths. Upon

hearing the news, Old Zhao, the valley’s guardian, immediately dropped his warm wine bowl, ignoring the slippery path, and stumbled out, his eyes red and swollen with emotion, his voice choked with emotion.

“Mr. Chen! You’re back safe and sound! Everyone’s back safe and sound!”

The usually composed and tall strategist, who often waved his folding fan, was now trembling uncontrollably. His fan

fell heavily to the bluestone ground with a thud, but he seemed oblivious, focused only on gazing at the returning troops, his eyes filled with tears and joy.

The middle-aged female cultivator on duty on the city wall gripped her twin swords tightly, the blades trembling slightly.

Her usually sharp and cold features relaxed completely, her lips parted in a wide, genuine smile, her heart overflowing with the joy of reunion after the ordeal.

The venerable Old Man Xu stood quietly at the valley entrance, slowly stroking his white beard, hot tears streaming down his face, each drop landing heavily on the thick city bricks, silently expressing his heartfelt relief.

Zhao Tieshan, the most senior and oldest among them, leaned on a sturdy cane, his steps unsteady as he quickly stepped forward, his voice choked with emotion.

“Mr. Chen… you really did it… you really rescued all our trapped compatriots safely…”

Kai strode forward, steadily supporting the unsteady Zhao Tieshan, a gentle smile playing on his lips, his tone resolute and trustworthy.

“Rest assured, senior, I promised you, and no matter how difficult, I will fulfill my promise without fail.”
As soon as the words were spoken, thousands of rescued cultivators poured into Freedom Valley in an orderly fashion. The cultivators of

various races were ragged, covered in wounds of varying depths, and still weak, yet their eyes shone like stars, their hearts filled with the reassurance and warmth of a safe haven.

The warriors of Freedom Valley stepped forward, carefully helping the weak and wounded, quickly distributing clean water, warm rations, and warm clothing.

Their efforts were efficient and orderly, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Children in the valley curiously and kindly gathered around, offering soft greetings;

the women of the valley took out their treasured soft fabrics and worked through the night to make new, well-fitting, and warm clothes for their new comrades from various races.

Throughout the valley, the cries of reunion, joyful laughter, and friendly greetings mingled together, filling the air with a cacophony of sounds.

It was impossible to distinguish between sorrow and joy; only the warmth of the valley dispelled all the hardship and chill.

Lin Yuan stood alone on the high ground, gazing at the bustling, harmonious crowd, tears blurring his vision once more. His heart was filled with countless emotions; he had truly waited far too long for this day.

As night fell, a grand banquet was laid out overnight in Free Valley Square, unprecedented in scale, surpassing any previous celebration in the valley.

The existing stone tables and benches in the square were insufficient, so the Free Valley warriors, without a word, dismantled thick, flat wooden door panels and placed them on stone stools to serve as makeshift tabletops.

When bowls and chopsticks were scarce, everyone brought out rustic wooden bowls and natural bamboo chopsticks they always had at home, making do without complaint.

When there wasn’t enough fragrant wine, the Spirit Clan warriors joined forces, channeling pure natural spiritual energy to quickly ripen the naturally growing, sweet wild fruits in the valley.

They brewed jars of refreshing, sweet natural fruit wine overnight, its delicate aroma soothing and delightful.

In the center of the square, a roaring bonfire burned through the night, its warm orange flames flickering and gently reflecting on everyone’s faces, dispelling the chill of the night and spreading warmth throughout the valley.

Surrounded by the sincere support of the crowd, Kai sat regally in the main seat, his posture calm and composed. Jiang Xuelan, dressed in blue, with a cool and gentle demeanor, sat quietly beside him, silently accompanying and steadfastly protecting him.

Lin Yuan raised a thick wooden bowl filled with fruit wine, his voice booming like thunder, his shouts echoing throughout the entire area.

“The first bowl of wine is to Mr. Chen! To his selfless sacrifice, his courageous journey through hell, his lone battle against high-ranking generals, his willingness to risk his life to save countless compatriots, and to hold up the sky for us!”

“To Mr. Chen!” a thousand voices responded in unison, the sound deafening and the atmosphere overwhelming.

Kai raised his hand, picked up the wooden bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. The wine warmed his heart, and his eyes were filled with the unwavering determination of the united people.

“The second bowl of wine is to Elder Qingxuan! To the Spirit Clan of the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits, for their profound understanding of righteousness, their courageous intervention, and their selfless acts of fighting alongside our Free Valley, weathering storms together to resist tyranny!”

“To the Spirit Clan!” The entire audience shouted in unison once more, their hearts united.

Elder Qingxuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his heart open and honest. He raised his bowl and drank it all in one gulp, displaying the demeanor of an elder.

“The third bowl of wine is to all our brothers and sisters who have escaped death and returned from the ashes! From this day forward, we will be united as one, sharing life and death, never abandoning each other, fighting together against the Divine Race, and protecting our homeland!”

“Sharing life and death! Never abandoning each other!” The shouts echoed through the valley, uniting the hearts of all.

After several rounds of wine and dishes, the atmosphere of the banquet grew increasingly warm and harmonious.

Old Zhao pounded on the door and table, shouting loudly, insisting on hearing Kai recount the entire fierce battle of slaying the Shadow Warrior on the third level, which ignited the passion of everyone present.

A tall, thin strategist, fanning himself with a folding fan and smiling gently, surrounded Elder Qingxuan, humbly seeking his knowledge of the strange tales and cultivation secrets within the Spirit Clan’s ancient forest.

A middle-aged female cultivator, accompanied by several newly rescued female cultivators, sat together, chatting softly about their peaceful lives in the valley. They exchanged warm smiles, their hearts brimming

with joy. Old Xu sat alone in a corner, quietly watching the bustling and harmonious scene before him, silently wiping away tears of contentment.

Zhao Tieshan, slightly drunk, clung tightly to Lin Yuan’s arm, reminiscing about the difficult years of hidden suffering and hardship, and appreciating the hard-won peace they now enjoyed.

The newly arrived rescued cultivators from various races gradually let go of their guard and anxieties, fully integrating into the warm and harmonious family of Free Valley, their faces finally showing long-lost smiles of peace.

As night deepened, the lights of Free Valley shone brightly, their warm glow filling the sky, brighter and more captivating than any other night before.

As the lively banquet ended and night deepened, all was quiet.

Kai left the bustling crowd alone and went to find Elder Qingxuan, who was resting alone. With a solemn expression, he got straight to the point and discussed important matters.

“Elder, as I mentioned before, the Spirit Clan warriors have lived in the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits for many years, relying on the rich natural spiritual energy of the forest to nourish their bodies and regulate their cultivation.

Now that everyone has left their homeland and is in the valley, the spiritual energy is thin, their recovery speed has slowed down significantly, their combat strength is difficult to recover quickly, and their cultivation is much less effective.

I will completely solve this hidden danger for everyone today.”

Upon hearing this, Elder Qingxuan’s expression instantly became solemn, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked earnestly, “Fellow Daoist Kai, this operation has depleted the blood and energy of the entire team, and their combat strength has also decreased considerably. If a sudden battle occurs, it will inevitably drag down the entire team. Do you already have a foolproof solution?”

Kai nodded silently, without saying anything more. With a wave of his hand, the ancient and heavy Demon-Suppressing Tower, surrounded by a warm and gentle light, slowly appeared in his palm. The tower’s patterns were ancient and weathered, possessing its own purifying and nourishing power, and its aura was calm and powerful.

“This tower is the ancient treasure, the Demon-Suppressing Tower, which I acquired in my early years. It forms its own independent cultivation space with unique spatial laws, and the flow of time is drastically different from the outside world.

A day passes peacefully outside, but a hundred days pass within the tower.

Spirit Clan warriors who enter to recuperate and cultivate in seclusion can accumulate in a hundred days in the time it takes to do in a single day outside—a double benefit, rapidly restoring their combat strength and replenishing their spiritual energy.”

Elder Qingxuan’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on the Demon-Suppressing Tower, his eyes filled with utter shock, and he exclaimed in astonishment,

“This is the legendary ancient treasure, the Demon-Suppressing Tower, which possesses its own time laws?

I never imagined it would actually appear in the world, and be in your hands! Heaven’s will, heaven’s will indeed be on your side!”

“It is indeed this.” Kai nodded gently, his tone calm and confident.

“Elder, you may immediately summon all the brothers of the Spirit Clan and lead them into the tower for inspection.

I have already prepared a full range of essential resources for cultivation, including high-grade spiritual vein crystals, natural spiritual spring liquid, foundation-strengthening pills, and soul-nourishing herbs.

The spiritual energy inside the tower is rich and misty, warm and not dry, making it most suitable for the Spirit Clan’s physique to rest and recuperate in peace and cultivate diligently, without any hidden dangers.” Elder Qingxuan, without further hesitation, immediately responded and led the charge, gathering his three hundred elite spirit race warriors. They assembled and, following Kai’s steps, entered the secret realm within the Demon Suppression Tower.

Inside the tower, the view suddenly opened up, a pure white, tranquil expanse stretching to the horizon.

Pure and rich spiritual energy rushed towards them, so thick it almost condensed into liquid spiritual mist, seeping into the cultivators’ meridians and pores, gently nourishing them silently.

The three hundred spirit race warriors, without a word, moved in perfect unison, sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes, and focusing their

minds on circulating their innate spirit race cultivation techniques. They greedily absorbed the surging spiritual energy around them, healing their damaged meridians and stabilizing their cultivation.

Elder Qingxuan stood in the center of the secret realm, calmly focusing his mind on circulating his cultivation technique.

Feeling his depleted spiritual energy rapidly recovering, his damaged meridians quickly repairing, and his primordial blood steadily replenishing, all fatigue vanished, and the shock in his eyes intensified. He was deeply moved.

“One day outside is a hundred days inside the tower; the difference in time and space is enormous.

With the blessing of this heaven-defying treasure, in just a few days, the entire Spirit Clan will have returned to their peak combat power, and even their cultivation will steadily improve. In the subsequent battle against the God Clan’s army, our Spirit Clan will absolutely not hold them back!”

Kai smiled calmly, his tone steady and reassuring. “Elders, please stay here and lead the team to cultivate and recuperate peacefully. All defense, reconnaissance, and preparations outside the valley will be handled by me. You don’t need to worry about them.”

After speaking, Kai turned and slowly exited the Demon Suppression Tower. He raised his hand and cast a spell, steadily placing the ancient tower in the center of the Free Valley’s central square.

The black tower stood silently in the plaza, neither ostentatious nor fierce, its body slowly radiating a gentle, warm protective light that steadily enveloped the entire valley, protecting all the cultivators within.

Lin Yuan strode forward, his gaze fixed on the towering Demon-Suppressing Tower, filled with emotion, and said in a deep voice,

“With this heaven-defying treasure guarding the valley, the combat strength of all our soldiers can quickly recover, our combat efficiency will be greatly improved, and our confidence in confronting the God Race will be completely solid.”

Kai nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the direction of the God Race Alliance in the distance, a hidden fighting spirit in his eyes.

“It’s not just about simply restoring combat strength. The ample time within the tower is enough for all soldiers to devote themselves to seclusion, hone their foundations, break through their current cultivation bottlenecks, and elevate the overall combat strength of the entire team, so that they will have a full chance of victory when facing high-level God Race experts.”

From then on, all the warriors and rescued cultivators of Free Valley took turns entering the Demon-Suppressing Tower’s secret realm for secluded cultivation.

Each day, the cultivators emerging from the tower possessed an aura several times stronger and more powerful than before they entered. Their foundations were increasingly solid and stable, and their minds more calm and resilient.

Throughout the valley, one could see pairs of cultivators sparring, practicing their techniques, and concentrating on solidifying their cultivation. Morale was high, the atmosphere was uplifting, and it was a scene of flourishing prosperity and full-fledged preparation for battle.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, inside the core hall of the Divine Clan Alliance, the atmosphere was oppressive and deathly silent, chilling to the bone, a stark contrast to the warm and inviting Free Valley.

Alliance Leader Wei Pengkun sat high on a gilded throne, his magnificent golden robe accentuating his cold and aloof aura. His long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the cold armrests, the slow rhythm carrying an inherent sense of oppression.

In the very center of the hall, a low-ranking Divine Clan cultivator, trembling all over, his clothes disheveled, and his face filled with fear, knelt on the ground.

His forehead pressed against the cold palace floor, cold sweat pouring down his body, he dared not look directly at Wei Pengkun on the throne, his heart filled with extreme fear.

“Say it again. Shadow Warrior… really died on the third level of Black Rock Prison?”

Wei Pengkun’s voice was calm and even, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Yet, every powerful member of the Divine Race on duty in the hall felt a chill run down their spines.

Everyone knew that beneath this calm lay a monstrous rage that was about to engulf the world; the slightest misstep would bring disaster upon them.

“Yes…yes, Alliance Leader, it’s absolutely true!” The kneeling cultivator’s teeth chattered, his voice trembling and incoherent, each word a testament to his fear.

“Kai, leading the forces of Free Valley and joining forces with elite cultivators of the Spirit Clan, forcefully breached the entire defense line of Crimson Flame Prison, unstoppable in their advance!

General Shadow War General personally oversaw the rebellion, fighting fiercely for a long time before being personally slain by Kai, his body never to be found!”

“The fifty elite guards of the Divine Clan who accompanied him were all wiped out, not a single survivor!

Both Black Rock Prison and Crimson Flame Prison have fallen, and all the imprisoned criminals and suffering cultivators have been rescued by Kai and his group. Our Divine Clan has lost face, and our defense line has collapsed!”

These few sentences in the report were piercingly incisive.

The hall instantly fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the high-ranking Divine Clan experts held their breath, afraid to speak or even breathe, their hearts filled with dread and unease.

Wei Pengkun’s fingers, which were tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped, his movements abruptly halting. A chilling aura emanated from him, making it difficult to breathe.

A long, suffocating silence enveloped the hall for a long time.

After a long while, Wei Pengkun slowly rose, his long, gilded robe trailing on the ground, making a low, rustling sound as he walked. He

walked step by step to the giant interstellar sand table star map in the hall, his gaze fixed on the two dim points of the Crimson Flame Prison and Black Rock Prison in the Western Regions. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and killing intent surged.

“Of the three Heavenly Prisons of the Divine Race, Black Rock Prison is gone, and Crimson Flame Prison is gone too.”

His tone was icy and chilling, each word deliberate and penetrating. “Looking across the entire Western Regions, only the last barrier remains—the Northern Nether Prison.”

He slowly turned, his cold gaze sweeping across the group of terrified Divine Race powerhouses in the hall, issuing his command in a deep voice, brooking no argument.

“Immediately issue orders throughout the entire region! Warrior General and Strategist General, heed my command!”

Two ninth-rank experts, with strikingly different physiques and auras, immediately rose, bowed respectfully, and declared, “Your subordinates are here!”

“You two will immediately lead three thousand elite Divine Race troops to the Northern Underworld Prison at full speed. Double-guard it, maintain strict discipline, and allow no oversights!

Without my personal order, you are not to leave the prison area even a step. Hold it to the death, and absolutely do not allow Kai to set foot near the Northern Underworld Prison!”

Wei Pengkun commanded sternly, his killing intent palpable.

“Your subordinates obey! We swear to defend the Northern Underworld Prison to the death, and not fail the Alliance Leader’s trust!” The two generals answered in unison, their fighting spirit blazing, and immediately withdrew to prepare for defense.

Wei Pengkun’s gaze shifted, landing on the strategist Zhuge Ming beside him. His eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling aura lurking beneath.

“Our scouts report that the Spirit Clan has openly interfered in this matter, siding with Free Valley and becoming enemies of our Divine Clan?”

Zhuge Ming strode forward, bowed, and reported solemnly, “Reporting to the Alliance Leader, it is indeed true.

Elder Qingxuan of the Spirit Clan personally led three hundred elite soldiers, cooperating with Kai throughout the entire battle, launching a frontal assault on our Divine Clan’s prison defenses.

They have genuinely formed an alliance with Free Valley, openly betraying the Divine Clan alliance and challenging the Alliance Leader’s authority.”

“The Spirit Clan… what a bunch of self-satisfied, ignorant Spirit Clan.” Wei Pengkun sneered softly, his eyes filled with murderous intent and impatience.

“Issue the order: immediately dispatch more spies to monitor the entire Ten Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest 24/7. Every move of the Spirit Clan, every troop movement, must be reported back to the main hall in real time, without delay.”

He returned to his throne and sat down, his fingers tapping the armrest again with a cold rhythm.

“First, concentrate all our forces to eliminate Kai and flatten Freedom Valley.

After the storm has passed, immediately march into the Ten Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest and annihilate the entire Spirit Clan.
Zhuge Ming bowed respectfully, accepting the order: “Your subordinate will immediately deploy a secret network to monitor the Spirit Clan’s movements closely, leaving no stone unturned.”

Wei Pengkun slowly leaned back on the throne, his eyes slightly closed, a murderous aura swirling around him.

His fingertips rhythmically tapped the armrest, one tap after another, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall, like a silent countdown, silently calculating the moment of revenge.

Outside the window, two different moons hung high in the night sky, one silvery-white and cold, the other dark red and eerie. The two-colored moonlight spilled onto the gilded dome of the Divine Clan’s palace, reflecting a chilling, sinister light, and a murderous aura permeated the entire area.

Wei Pengkun slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the two-colored night sky outside the window, muttering to himself, his killing intent piercing to the bone.

“Kai, you destroyed two of my Heavenly Prisons, killed two of my capable generals, and damaged the prestige of my Divine Race. I will settle this blood debt with you, penny by penny, interest, and all, without any leniency.”

He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with overwhelming ferocity.

“And the Spirit Race, daring to openly interfere in the internal affairs of the Divine Race and defy me, should prepare for the annihilation of their entire race and the extinction of their bloodline.”

Outside the hall, a fierce wind howled in the dead of night, and dark clouds quickly obscured the moon, plunging the world into boundless darkness, oppressive to the extreme.

Ten thousand miles away, the lights of Freedom Valley were warm and bright, an inextinguishable beacon of hope in the face of despair.

But in Wei Pengkun’s eyes, this light was a rebellious flame that had to be extinguished by his own hand, and it had to be completely eradicated.

More than an hour later, Zhuge Ming, having fully arranged the secret patrols and border defenses, quietly returned to the hall.

Looking at Wei Pengkun, whose face was ashen and filled with barely suppressed rage, Zhuge Ming lowered his voice and carefully stepped forward to report.

“Alliance Leader, I have already arranged for the defense of the entire region and the presence of secret agents.

However, Kai possesses innate chaotic power, making his combat strength beyond his level all the more extraordinary. Now, with the full support of the Spirit Clan, his power is growing stronger. It will be no easy task for us to eliminate him in

one fell swoop. We need to plan carefully.” Wei Pengkun’s eyes suddenly sharpened, and he coldly retorted, “What? Do you think that my Divine Clan’s army is no match for a mere rogue cultivator like Kai?”

Zhuge Ming hurriedly bowed and explained, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

“This is not my intention!

It’s just that Kai’s combat strength is strange, his trump cards are endless, and his foundation is unfathomable.

He most likely has a reclusive top expert secretly protecting him. A rash attack might deplete the elite forces of our Divine Race, which would be a loss.”

“Hmph, so what if he has a powerful protector?” Wei Pengkun sneered with disdain and arrogance.

“Does he have a backer? Does our Divine Race Alliance have no trump cards?

Our two Supreme Elders have been in seclusion for many days, focusing all their efforts on breaking through the Golden Immortal realm barrier. They are about to finish their seclusion.

Soon they will both break through the shackles and ascend to the high position of Golden Immortal.”

“When the two elders emerge from seclusion, even if Kai really has a powerful backer, we will crush and tear him apart, expose his true form, and suppress him completely! He is just a mere ant, not worth mentioning!”

The two Supreme Elders are Wei Pengkun’s greatest trump card and the core reliance of the Divine Race Alliance to stand firm in the Sixteenth Heaven.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Ming instantly felt relieved and offered no further advice.

Within the Sixteenth Heaven’s territory, Golden Immortals were the pinnacle of combat power, overlooking all races and invincible.

As long as the two Supreme Elders successfully broke through, Kai, the Spirit Clan, and Free Valley would all be utterly vulnerable and could be annihilated with a flick of the wrist.

Time passed swiftly, and the two days flew by.

Within Free Valley, Elder Qingxuan personally led three hundred elite Spirit Clan warriors, all emerging orderly from the Demon Suppression Tower’s secret realm.

While only two days passed in the outside world, the secret realm within the tower provided a full two hundred days of cultivation.

Day after day, they focused on recuperation, honing their foundations, and refining their spiritual power, achieving remarkable results.

All three hundred Spirit Clan warriors possessed a powerful and vigorous aura, abundant spiritual power, and perfectly repaired meridians.

Their primordial blood and qi were thick and enduring, and their combat power had returned to its peak, even far exceeding their pre-battle levels.

Elder Qingxuan’s cultivation remained stable at the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm, without any forced breakthrough.

However, the sheer volume of his spiritual energy doubled, its purity far surpassing its former level. The azure-green natural spiritual light surrounding him was so dense it seemed almost dripping, demonstrating his incredibly solid foundation.

Several of his spirit race squad leaders, who had been stuck at the seventh rank bottleneck for years, experienced a surge in spiritual energy, their foundations strengthened, and their auras soaring.

They were already incredibly close to the threshold of the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm, needing only a fortuitous opportunity to break through.

“Fellow Daoist Kai, the Demon Suppression Tower’s miraculous effects are truly well-deserved!” Elder Qingxuan bowed respectfully, his heart filled with gratitude, his tone sincere.

“The fighting strength of our entire Spirit Clan has rebounded dramatically, and our foundation is becoming increasingly solid. If we encounter the powerful

God Clan again, we will definitely confront them head-on, without fear of battle, and without hindering the Allied Forces!” Kai smiled calmly and replied, “Elder, there’s no need for formalities. We fight side by side, sharing both glory and disgrace

. The stronger you all are, the greater our chances of overthrowing the God Clan’s hegemony will be.” As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuan strode out from the crowd, his face solemn and serious, showing none of the relaxed joy of the others. He lowered his voice and spoke, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

“Kai, we have already taken down two Heavenly Prisons of the Divine Race, and our morale is high. But we absolutely cannot rashly attack the third Northern Underworld Prison; this matter is extremely dangerous.”

Kai’s gaze darkened as he looked at Lin Yuan: “I was just planning to strike while the iron is hot, taking advantage of the Divine Race’s unstable defenses and the panic among their people, to take down the Northern Underworld Prison in one fell swoop and sever the Divine Race’s last barrier in the Western Regions. Is there anything wrong with that?”

Lin Yuan gently shook his head, took out a tightly sealed urgent intelligence scroll from his robes, and solemnly handed it to Kai, his expression growing increasingly grave.

“It’s too late. Wei Pengkun reacted extremely quickly, his plans were ruthless and meticulous, and he had already made thorough preparations in advance.”

“He has personally ordered the dispatch of two True Immortal Realm ninth-grade experts, a Warrior of Strength and a Warrior of Wisdom, to both rush to the Northern Underworld Prison to double-guard it and defend it at all costs.”

He paused for a moment, adding in a heavy tone.

“Previously, our entire team fought against the lone Shadow Warrior with great difficulty, and everyone was in grave danger, nearly suffering heavy casualties.”

“Now, two ninth-rank experts are stationed together, one forceful and the other gentle, one strong and the other strategic, complementing each other perfectly, combining offense and defense, doubling their combat power, making the danger several times greater than before.”

Kai took the intelligence scroll, quickly unfolded it, and read it at a glance, his brows slightly furrowed as he silently weighed the pros and cons.

The writing on the scroll was clear, detailing all the information about the two generals.

The Strength Warrior, a perfect ninth-rank True Immortal, specializes in the Pure Yang Undying Body Refining Divine Art, his physical body tempered to the extreme, with copper skin and iron bones, impervious to blades and spears, a single punch could shatter mountains and rivers, tear the earth apart, and no one could stop his frontal assault.

The Wise Warrior, also at the peak of the ninth rank of True Immortal Realm, is not good at direct combat, but is proficient in ancient trapping and killing formations, deadly illusion formations, and soul-deceiving formations. He is cunning and treacherous in his planning, and is good at secretly scheming to trap and kill powerful enemies silently, without shedding blood.

One force can break all laws, and one strategy can trap all the heavens. When two powerful figures join forces, one in the open and one in the shadows, one hard and one soft, their offense and defense are without blind spots, and their cooperation is seamless. They are indeed more than ten times more difficult to deal with than a Shadow Warrior fighting alone. A strong attack would inevitably result in heavy casualties.
“This is indeed a tricky situation; a direct, head-on assault is not advisable.” Kai put away the intelligence scroll, his expression grave, and sighed deeply.

Elder Qingxuan stepped forward slowly, pondered

for a moment, and then made a prudent suggestion. “Fellow Daoist Kai, in my opinion, it would be better to postpone the direct attack on the Northern Underworld Prison and instead go into seclusion to accumulate strength and steadily improve the team’s overall power.

Especially you, your innate chaotic power naturally counters the divine light and divine power origin of the Divine Race, which is the core key to our breakthrough and turning the tide.”

“If you can take this opportunity to break through to the third or even fourth rank of the True Immortal Realm, your combat power will skyrocket. Then, when we gather everyone together to launch a joint attack on the Northern Underworld Prison, our chances of victory will be greatly increased, making it a sure thing.” Elder Qingxuan said.

Kai nodded slowly, naturally understanding this principle. Breaking through cultivation would allow him to crush powerful enemies, but the opportunity could not be delayed.

“Of course I want to focus on my cultivation and hone my combat skills, but right now, what we lack most is time. We can’t afford to waste a single second. Besides, we need resources.”

Kai knew that advancing even a small realm required a massive amount of resources.

Lin Yuan’s face turned deathly pale instantly. He instinctively lowered his voice, leaned close to their ears, and whispered the devastating news.

“My loyal spies, planted deep within the core of the Divine Alliance, have sent back top-secret information overnight.

Two reclusive Supreme Elders of the Divine Alliance are in the final stages of their secluded cultivation to break through to the Golden Immortal realm. They will soon emerge and ascend the Golden Immortal path.”

“Once they successfully break through and both become Golden Immortals, these two Golden Immortal powerhouses will reign supreme over the Divine Alliance, overlooking the entire Sixteen Heavens.”

“At that time, even if Kai breaks through to the fifth rank of True Immortal, even if our combined combat power doubles, we will be like ants trying to shake a tree before Golden Immortals—utterly vulnerable, with no chance of victory. We can only sit and wait to be slaughtered.”

As the words fell, the expressions of Kai, Elder Qingxuan, Jiang Xuelan, and the others present changed drastically, a chill creeping into their hearts.

True Immortals and Golden Immortals, seemingly only one realm apart, are in reality worlds apart, like heaven and earth, crossing the barrier between immortals and mortals. The chasm of combat power is insurmountable, making them utterly incomparable.

“We must forcefully overthrow the Divine Alliance and disrupt all their plans before the two Supreme Elders break through to Golden Immortal status, or all races will perish.”

Kai’s voice was calm and even, yet it revealed an unwavering determination, his eyes filled with resolute fighting spirit.

Lin Yuan smiled bitterly, his heart filled with anxiety: “But our current strength is insufficient. We can’t even contend with two ninth-rank generals. How can we buy time? How can we fight against the subsequent Golden Immortal experts? There’s simply no solution.”

Jiang Xuelan, who had been silently standing aside, calmly pondering, finally spoke slowly. Her voice was clear and gentle, yet every word was clear and reassuring.

“I might have a way to quickly boost our combat power, help Kai break through his cultivation level quickly, and accumulate enough strength to turn the tide before the Golden Immortals emerge from seclusion.”

Everyone instantly turned their heads, their gazes falling on Jiang Xuelan, full of anticipation, waiting for her to continue.

“In the deepest part of the frigid northern lands, where ice has frozen for millions of years, lies the ancestral home of my Ice God lineage.”

Jiang Xuelan gazed towards the northern horizon, a hint of determination and anticipation flashing in her eyes, and slowly said, “Within this ancestral home, the ancient Ice God’s legacy treasures are sealed: a complete set of Ice God armor and an Ice God sword, both ancient divine weapons with boundless power.”

“If I can successfully retrieve them, my bloodline will awaken, my cultivation will surge, and my combat strength will directly rise a whole level, enough to directly contend with a ninth-rank general.”

“Besides, within the ancestral land, there are also a vast amount of pure cultivation resources and primordial spiritual materials accumulated by the ancestors of the Ice God lineage. Among them, there is a high probability that there are primordial treasures that are compatible with Kai’s chaotic physique, enough to help you break through your realm and quickly increase your combat power.”

Kai’s eyes instantly lit up with a sharp light. His heart stirred, and he suddenly remembered what the remnant soul of Bei Mingyuan had said in the Ice God ruins: Deep in the northern region of the sixteenth heaven, there exists the true ancestral land of the Ice God, but it has long been forcibly occupied by the divine race’s heavy army and is strictly guarded, making it difficult for outsiders to approach.

“What is the exact location of the ancestral land? Are there heavy troops blocking the way or strong restrictions along the way?” Kai immediately asked in a deep voice, finalizing the itinerary.

“The deepest part of the ancient frozen wasteland in the northern region, thousands of miles of ice, tens of thousands of miles of snow, and extreme cold all year round,” Jiang Xuelan said.

“The outer perimeter has long been heavily guarded by the Divine Race, with camps stretching as far as the eye can see and constant patrols. Ancient isolation barriers have also been erected, making it impossible for anyone without the pure bloodline of the Ice God to approach the core secret realm. Any attempt to force their way in will only result in being strangled by the barriers, leaving no trace of their remains.”

“Only those of the true bloodline of the Ice God can pass through safely and open the three trial stages of the ancestral land.”

Without further hesitation, Kai immediately stood up and made decisive arrangements.

“Time is of the essence, let’s set off immediately. Jiang Xuelan will lead the way. Bing Wuhen, Bing Xue’er, Bing Fenghan, and I will travel lightly and stealthily towards the ancestral land of the Ice God in the Northern Region.

We must return as quickly as possible.” “The rest of you must remain in Freedom Valley, focusing all your efforts on seclusion in the Demon Suppression Tower to prepare for battle. Strictly guard the valley entrance and do not leave without permission. Just wait for our return.”

Lin Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to dissuade them, worried about the dangers ahead and the ambush of the divine race’s heavy forces. However, meeting Kai’s firm, resolute, and unyielding eyes, all his words of dissuasion were swallowed back. He only solemnly instructed,

“Be extremely careful on the journey, protect your own safety, and be sure to return safely. Everyone in Freedom Valley is waiting for your triumphant return.”

Kai smiled faintly and nodded calmly: “Rest assured, I will not fail everyone’s trust.”

A moment later, the five figures quietly left Freedom Valley, then took out the Demon Suppression Tower and used spatial teleportation to send the five of them to the deepest part of the Northern Region.

Deep within the Northern Region lies a vast, desolate wasteland, completely frozen by ancient ice for millennia, where only extreme cold remains.

The biting wind, like sharp blades, carries countless ice shards and snowflakes, howling and slashing at the skin, chilling to the bone.

The frigid intensity here is terrifying; even a low-level True Immortal cultivator, activating their protective spiritual power, would have their meridians instantly frozen, their body stiffened, and perish on the spot.

Braving the biting wind, Kai and his companions raced forward, finally catching a glimpse of the majestic outline of the Ice God’s ancestral land in the distance.

It was a colossal iceberg rising abruptly from the ground, towering into the clouds, entirely formed from millennia-old black ice, crystal clear and untouched by dust. Under the cold moonlight, it gleamed with a deep, eerie blue light, solemn and sacred, exuding an ancient pressure.

At the foot of the icy mountain, the Divine Clan’s camp stretched as far as the eye could see, its tents densely packed together, heavily guarded, brightly lit, and heavily fortified. At least a thousand elite Divine Clan cultivators were stationed there, their combat power formidable.

The camp’s leaders were two genuine eighth-grade True Immortal Realm Divine Clan elders, possessing profound cultivation and proficiency in both offense and defense, maintaining a tight grip on the defenses and preventing any outsiders from approaching the icy mountain.

“The Divine Clan’s forces are too overwhelming. A direct assault would inevitably alert the entire army, resulting in heavy casualties—a loss that would not outweigh the gains,”

Bing Wuhen said in a low voice, his expression wary as he quickly surveyed the surrounding defenses, offering a stern warning to his men.
Kai did not respond with a rebuttal. He slowly closed his eyes and focused his mind, sinking his consciousness into his dantian. The vast power of chaos quietly spread out, transforming into an invisible network of perception that comprehensively covered the entire iceberg, the outer camp, and all the surrounding restrictions and formations.

The power of chaos naturally breaks illusions, concealments, and restrictions. In a short moment, all the patrol routes, troop checkpoints, weak points in the restrictions, and blind spots in the formations were clearly imprinted in his mind, leaving no trace.

A moment later, Kai slowly opened his eyes, a confident smile playing on his lips. He calmly said, “There’s no need for a direct, forceful assault.

The core restrictions of the ancestral land only recognize the true bloodline of the Ice God. Even with heavy troops stationed on the outer perimeter, the divine race cultivators cannot even take a single step inside; they

can only watch and defend from the outside.” “We only need to avoid the patrol teams, find the blind spots, and quietly sneak around the outer defenses, stepping into the barrier’s light screen

. The divine race army will be helpless, forced to watch us enter the ancestral land, unable to stop us.” The five immediately lowered their bodies, pressed themselves against the cold ice surface, concealed all their auras, and silently stealthily made their way towards the foot of the iceberg.

Kai used the power of Chaos Concealment throughout, perfectly concealing and shielding all their figures, auras, and spiritual energy fluctuations, leaving no trace.

Squads of divine patrol soldiers, wielding holy light artifacts, brushed past the five figures just steps away, their eyes scanning the surroundings, completely unaware that a powerful enemy was already close.

Successfully avoiding all patrol checkpoints, the five figures lightly stepped into the invisible, colorless protective barrier surrounding the ancestral land at the foot of the iceberg.

The barrier isolated the inside from the outside, shielding sound and blocking auras. The moment they stepped inside, the surrounding biting wind abruptly ceased, the oppressive atmosphere instantly dissipated, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became pure and warm, a stark contrast to the icy, bitter cold outside.

The divine cultivators in the main camp behind them could only watch helplessly as the five figures vanished into thin air before the barrier, powerless to pursue them across boundaries. They could only immediately sound the alarm, maintain a high level of vigilance, and await orders.

Passing through the outer protective barrier, a gigantic ice gate, ten zhang high, stood before them.

The gate, a pure, icy blue, had remained frozen for millennia. Engraved on it were three ancient characters, their strokes powerful and ancient, exuding a chilling aura—”Ice Heart Pass.”

Within Ice Heart Pass lay an endless, dark void, devoid of sky and earth, light and warmth, sound and stillness, a deathly, oppressive place specifically designed to test a cultivator’s true heart and Dao heart, to dispel inner demons and obsessions.

“This pass only tests one’s inner heart and inner demons. There’s no need for us to fight side-by-side. I will enter alone. You all stay here and guard the outer perimeter, preventing a surprise attack from the gods,”

Jiang Xuelan solemnly instructed the four, then stepped calmly into the dark space of Ice Heart Pass alone.

Kai, Bing Wuhen, and the others stood guard outside the pass, their concentration on guard, silently waiting.

Jiang Xuelan stood alone in the boundless darkness, surrounded by utter silence.

Only a thin, slender path of light stretched straight ahead towards the distant exit; otherwise, thick darkness enveloped her.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the slight turmoil in her heart, and steadily walked forward.

After walking only a hundred steps, the surrounding darkness suddenly surged and shifted, countless incredibly realistic illusions appearing out of thin air before her eyes, striking at the deepest fears and obsessions within her heart.

The scenes flashed back a thousand years, recreating the horrific catastrophe of the past: in her innocent childhood, the peaceful homeland of the Ice God lineage was mercilessly slaughtered by the divine army; the sect was shattered, clansmen perished, elders fell, blood flowed for miles, and cries of agony echoed across the land.

As a child, she huddled alone beneath the cold ruins, afraid to utter a sound, afraid to cry.

She watched helplessly as her kin fell beneath the blades of other branches of the divine race, her family destroyed, her home lost, and she displaced.

Growing up, she shouldered the immense burden of reviving the Ice God lineage alone. Without family or friends, without support, she walked alone for a thousand years, enduring a thousand years of solitude. Day and night, she carried the mission of revival, bearing endless pressure, with no one to share her burdens, no one to accompany her, her heart weary and with nowhere to confide.

In the darkness, countless phantoms of her tragically deceased clansmen slowly emerged, their faces filled with sorrow, approaching Jiang Xuelan step by step. Their cold, illusory hands gently touched her shoulders, whispering in a seductive voice, bewitching her soul.

“Xuelan…stay…come with us…don’t bear it all alone anymore…it’s too tiring…”

The chilling whispers, accompanied by a mournful tone, struck her very soul, shaking her resolve.

Jiang Xuelan’s eyes instantly reddened, her heart aching unbearably. All the loneliness, weariness, and grievances of the past surged into her mind, almost causing her to stop and turn back, succumbing to the illusion.

But just as her mind was about to break down, the image of Kai suddenly appeared in her mind.

That figure who had accompanied her all the way from the fifteenth heaven, rebuilding the Ice God Palace for her, searching for her bloodline members, repairing her spiritual veins, and facing the divine power alongside her, never abandoning her and fighting side by side.

“I have never been alone.” Jiang Xuelan murmured to herself, her eyes suddenly hardening, her mind as firm as a rock, no longer bewitched by illusions.

“I have comrades-in-arms, fellow clansmen, and those who carry the flag alongside me. Behind me, there are countless hopes. The divine race is not destroyed, my people are not at peace, I must not succumb to inner demons and stop here!”

With a firm will and a steadfast Dao heart, the slender path of light beneath her feet suddenly widened, the dense darkness around her vanished with a roar, and all the inner demon illusions disappeared.

Jiang Xuelan stepped safely out of the end of the Ice Heart Pass, successfully passing through. A second giant ice gate slowly appeared ahead, its chilling aura emanating from it, engraved with three words—Ice Soul Pass.

The Ice Soul Pass doesn’t test your will, only your fighting prowess. Each pass determines life or death, each test your edge.

Inside the pass, an ancient, colossal ice beast lies coiled, its power overwhelming, a relentless fight to the death.

The ice beast’s body is as imposing as a mountain, forged from millennia of extreme, mysterious ice. Its body is as hard as top-grade divine metal, possessing the true fighting strength of a peak ninth-grade True Immortal.

The beast’s claws tear through the void, their cold light chilling. A single breath of extreme cold can instantly freeze a hundred miles of mountains and rivers, sealing the souls of cultivators. Its killing power is unparalleled.

“Everyone, join forces! A swift victory! Slay the ice beast and advance!” Kai roared, his fighting spirit surging, taking the initiative to attack.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword was drawn, its boundless purple chaotic fire blazing fiercely, its destructive power fully infused into the blade.

A sharp, purple sword aura pierced the air, slashing fiercely at the weakest point of the ice beast’s foreleg joint.

With a deafening hiss, a deep, charred crack, revealing bone, was instantly cleaved through the hard ice body. Chaotic fire scorched the ice, continuously melting it and suppressing the beast’s primal power.

The ice beast, writhing in pain and raging, roared to the heavens, its massive, mountain-like claws slamming down with immense force towards Kai, determined to shatter its enemy in one blow. Kai stepped through the air, his figure as swift as lightning, deftly dodging the attack with a sidestep. His giant claw slammed into the ground, instantly creating a massive ice crater several meters deep, sending ice shards and fragments flying in all directions with terrifying force.

Simultaneously, Bing Wuhen launched a lightning-fast attack from the left, his ice-elemental natal sword gleaming coldly, precisely piercing a weak spot in the ice crevice beneath the giant beast’s ribs, breaking through the ice and injuring its vital points.

Bing Xue’er’s wrist flicked, and a long, flowing ice whip instantly wrapped around the giant beast’s thick hind legs, tightly binding and restricting its movement.

Bing Fenghan focused his energy, gathering all his spiritual power into a sharp ice spear, aiming precisely at the giant beast’s eye, a blind spot.

Jiang Xuelan stood high behind, her hands rapidly forming hand seals, unleashing a dense rain of ice-blue sealing needles, precisely locking down the giant beast’s various spiritual energy acupoints, freezing its spiritual energy flow and slowing its movements.

The five fighters coordinated flawlessly, their offense and defense perfectly ordered, one controlling and the other attacking, one at long range and the other at close range, employing tactics to their fullest potential.

Kai engaged head-on, drawing aggro while the other four flanked, providing damage and controlling the battlefield, giving the behemoth no chance to retaliate or catch their breath.

Chaos Fire countered the source of ice, while ice-based spiritual energy targeted and broke through its defenses. The five fighters complemented each other’s strengths, battling fiercely for a full half-hour without a moment’s rest.

The ice behemoth roared repeatedly, its icy body cracking more and more, its spiritual energy gradually depleting, and its combat power steadily declining.

Finally, with a deafening roar, its massive icy body shattered into countless tiny ice crystals, dissipating into the void of Ice Soul Pass, its final demise.

Kai sheathed his sword, his aura slightly fluctuating, his face a little pale. The continuous high-intensity battle had taken its toll, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained bright and sharp. He spoke in a deep voice.

“Rest for a moment, then immediately proceed to the final trial.”

The final trial, the Ice God Trial, the ultimate test of the ancestral land, has four ironclad rules engraved on its lintel—Only Bloodline.

Those who are not of pure Ice God lineage, even with extraordinary cultivation, will be forcibly blocked outside by the invisible barrier at the entrance, unable to take even half a step.

Kai, Bing Wuhen, Bing Xue’er, and Bing Fenghan were all isolated outside the Ice God Trial, unable to move forward an inch.

“You all wait here peacefully, I will go inside to retrieve the inherited divine weapon.” Jiang Xuelan nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped alone, calmly entering the core secret realm of the Ice God Trial. Inside the

trial, a magnificent and ancient ice palace stood silently, its interior filled with a rich, ancient aura, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.

Above the center of the ice palace, two dazzling ice-blue primordial spiritual lights floated, shining brightly, their spiritual energy overwhelming.

Within the spiritual light on the left was a complete and flawless set of ancient Ice God armor. The armor plates were engraved with ancient ice runes, flowing with an eternally chilling aura, possessing the miraculous triple effects of protection, amplification, and freezing.

Within the spiritual light on the right stood a long, icy blue sword, its blade crystal clear and incomparably sharp. The hilt was inlaid with a fist-sized natal ice crystal, its foundation profound—this was the inherited divine weapon, the Ice God Sword.

Jiang Xuelan slowly stepped forward and gently touched the Ice God armor.

The armor instantly became sentient, transforming into an icy blue radiance that instantly merged into her limbs, meridians, and dantian.

A vast and boundless ancient Ice God power instantly washed over her entire body, repairing her foundation and elevating her cultivation.

Her aura surged, instantly breaking through the shackles of the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm, reaching the ninth rank, her foundation solidified and her foundation greatly enhanced.

She then raised her hand and firmly grasped the hilt of the Ice God Sword.

The divine sword trembled with spiritual energy, its clear, resonant cry echoing throughout the ice palace, as if celebrating its master.

The hilt’s natal ice crystal shone brightly, and a vast, boundless stream of information from the complete lineage of the Ice God instantly flooded into the depths of her mind.

It encompassed ancient ice-based techniques, deadly sword skills, enemy-trapping formations, and insights into the ultimate laws of ice—all were present.

Jiang Xuelan closed her eyes to calmly digest the inheritance. After a moment, she opened them, her aura completely transformed. Her cool demeanor was now imbued with composure and majesty. Her cultivation was firmly established at the peak of the ninth rank, half a step away from entering the Golden Immortal realm; her strength was now vastly different from before.

She turned to leave the ice palace when her gaze suddenly fell upon a strange, warm, luminous, purple crystal quietly floating in a corner, faintly emitting familiar fluctuations.

She reached out and took it; its warmth enveloped her, a chaotic aura emanating from it. She immediately strode out of the Ice God’s Gate and handed it to Kai.

“This was obtained from a corner of the hall. It contains a rich aura of primordial chaos, and is suspected to be a relic left behind by the progenitor of the Northern Underworld Abyss. It is perfectly compatible with your physique and can help you break through your realm.” The

moment Kai’s fingertips touched the chaotic spirit stone, a warm and scalding primordial texture surged through his palm and meridians, flowing straight to his limbs and bones without any abruptness or ferocity, pure to the point of being almost flawless.

The next second, a vast and powerful torrent of primordial chaos burst forth from the stone.

Like a primordial spring that had been dormant for countless ages suddenly unsealed, it surged rapidly through his seventy-two main meridians, instantly resonating and merging with the natal chaotic power that had been swirling and settling deep within his dantian.

Only the deep and powerful roar of spiritual energy resounded in his ears, and his eyes were instantly filled with a rich and pure purple light.

His mind was clear and transparent, and external objects, the cold wind, and the movements of the distant divine race camp were all shut out, unable to disturb him in the slightest.

He focused his mind and introspectively perceived the preciousness of this spirit stone.

This was no ordinary cultivation material; it was a crystallized primordial chaos essence preserved from the beginning of time, containing no impurities or violent energy, perfectly suited to his innate primordial chaos body.

The primordial essence sealed within the spirit stone was abundant, refined, and perfectly complemented his current cultivation shortcomings—just the right amount to steadily propel him from the peak of the second rank of True Immortal Realm, breaking through all barriers to reach the third rank.

No need to forcibly deplete his foundation, no need to worry about a fragile realm—it was a top-tier opportunity that was rare and precious.

“A primordial chaos spirit stone, a gift from the origin of heaven and earth,”

Kai murmured softly, his tone calm and even, yet his heart was already certain that this breakthrough was a sure thing, without a doubt.

Jiang Xuelan, standing to the side, had a calm and composed gaze. Her icy blue aura subtly tightened, isolating her from all the noise and disturbances of the surrounding wind and snow. Her tone was crisp and decisive, each word firm and resolute.

“This opportunity is rare, the timing is perfect. There’s no need to hesitate. Simply sit cross-legged here and focus on absorbing

the energy to break through. As for all external affairs and surrounding threats, the four of us will protect you fiercely, without yielding an inch, without the slightest disturbance.” Kai nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He then lowered his body and sat steadily cross-legged on the eternally frozen Xuanbing platform.

The ice was bitterly cold, but it didn’t affect him in the slightest. His palms remained firmly gripping the Chaos Spirit Stone, his eyes slowly closed, and his mind completely immersed in the secret realm of his dantian, devoting himself entirely to cultivation and breakthrough, leaving no room for distractions.

In the next instant, the spiritual light on the surface of the spirit stone peeled away layer by layer, and a massive amount of chaotic essence

poured out like a surging river, flowing steadily and orderly into his body along the meridians in his palm, gently cleansing every blocked meridian. The subtle and impure evil energy remaining from his past cultivation, as well as the hidden injuries in his meridians accumulated during cultivation, were swept away by the chaotic essence and completely dissolved.

The meridians throughout his body were slowly expanded, widened, and tempered by the boundless spiritual power, their resilience and breadth increasing dramatically.

The chaotic vortex in the center of his dantian suddenly increased in speed, expanding and becoming more condensed and heavier. Purple spiritual light surrounded the vortex, and its pressure steadily increased, with his cultivation aura advancing and rising layer by layer.
On the outer defensive line, the division of labor was meticulous, the defenses were tight, and there was not a single oversight.

Bing Wuhen stood tall and straight like a pine tree, holding a sharp ice blade, his eyes as sharp as an eagle’s, fixed on the direction of the main camp of the Divine Race in the distance. No matter how small the movement of spiritual energy or the slightest movement of a figure, it would not escape his detection.

Bing Xue’er moved lightly, hidden in the shadows of the ice rocks, her fingertips forming hidden lines of ice, silently setting up multiple warning restrictions. If any alien aura approached, the restrictions would be triggered immediately, alerting and blocking the enemy.

Bing Fenghan guarded the rear blind spot, his heavy spiritual energy fully activated, his fists taut, his offensive and defensive spiritual energy ready to be unleashed at any moment, ready to fight at any time and block any ambush.

The three formed a triangular encirclement, firmly locking down the entire airspace of the ancestral land’s exit, giving no opportunity for the enemy.

Jiang Xuelan stood alone half a step away from Kai, never leaving his side, protecting him closely.

She had just successfully received the complete inheritance of the Ice God and the ancient divine weapon. A faint, icy-blue divine radiance emanated

from her, her aura of cold majesty perfectly natural. The Ice God Sword hung diagonally at the ground, its tip lightly touching the ice. Fine wisps of icy sword energy seeped into the earth, creating an invisible ice barrier. Any hostile creature approaching within a hundred feet was instantly frozen, slowed, and had its fighting power suppressed.

Her cold gaze swept across the surroundings, her expression solemn and composed, she did not retreat an inch, isolating all potential dangers outside Kai’s cultivation aura, protecting him and ensuring his safe breakthrough.

Time steadily passed, the wind and snow still howled across the wasteland, the surrounding chill biting to the bone. The four guardians remained vigilant, not daring to relax for a moment, their minds tense, protecting the peace within the arena.

Inside, the purple light around Kai grew increasingly intense, his chaotic aura rising steadily; the opportunity for his breakthrough was quietly approaching.

A full hour passed peacefully, undisturbed by external enemies or disrupted in his cultivation.

Kai suddenly opened his eyes, two condensed and pure purple beams of light flashing from them. The sharp edge instantly subsided, returning to a calm and profound state, revealing not a trace of ferocity.

The turbulent spiritual energy surging around his body instantly calmed and returned to its proper place. The chaotic vortex in his dantian became stable and full, his meridians wide and resilient. The barriers to his cultivation completely shattered and dissolved, and his realm landed steadily, solid and substantial, without the slightest hint of superficiality.

The shackles of the peak of the second rank of the True Immortal Realm were completely broken, and he perfectly stepped into the third rank of the True Immortal Realm!

Kai slowly stood up, his back straight and upright, his aura calm and restrained. He seemed no different from usual, but in reality, the power within his body had undergone a tremendous upheaval, increasing several times over.

He gently clenched his fist, the force in his palm as solid as a mountain, a faint, chaotic, destructive power swirling between his knuckles, capable of shattering the surrounding icy winds from a distance.

His physical strength, spiritual power, spiritual refinement, and explosive power of his techniques had all leaped to a new level, giving him increasing confidence in fighting high-level cultivators.

“A solid foundation, doubled combat power, enough to handle the crisis in the Northern Underworld Prison and contend with a ninth-rank general of the Divine Race,”

Kai assessed in a low, deep voice, his mind calm and undisturbed, not arrogant despite his breakthrough, but simply because he had gained more confidence to protect his companions and resist powerful forces.

“Once we’ve rested properly, we can set off to return and reinforce Freedom Valley,” Jiang Xuelan said softly, her gaze sweeping across the deep night in the distance, a hint of urgency in her eyes, worried that the Divine Race might make a move prematurely.

“Hmm.” Kai responded indifferently, his expression cold as he raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the densely packed, brightly lit Divine Clan camp beyond the ice mountain. A murderous intent suddenly gathered in his eyes, chilling him to the bone.

“Before we leave, let’s clear out the surrounding area of ​​trouble, leaving no future problems, and leave this place cleanly.”

The five of them rose side by side, their steps steady and orderly, stepping out of the protective light barrier of the Ice God Ancestral Land.

The moment their feet crossed the boundary of the barrier, the Divine Clan patrol team on the outer perimeter instantly detected the movement and turned to look.

Their eyes sharp and vigilant, they instantly gripped their holy light spears and gilded battle blades, their bodies glowing with holy light and spiritual power, their postures fully alert.

This patrol team consisted of fifty elite Divine Clan cultivators, each with solid cultivation, the lowest being at the fifth rank of True Immortal Realm.

They had been stationed on the outer perimeter of the ancestral land for many years, possessing rich combat experience and ruthless methods. They were accustomed to bullying scattered cultivators in the surrounding area, arrogant and domineering.

The squad leader, a seventh-grade True Immortal, had a sinister and sharp gaze. He stared intently at Kai and his group of five, shouting loudly, his voice echoing across the icy plains.

“Halt! This is a forbidden area of ​​the Divine Race, the entire Ice God Ancestral Land is sealed off. Trespassers will be killed without mercy! Anyone who dares to step out of the restrictions will perish here tonight, their bodies never to be found!”

His arrogant and domineering voice still lingered in the cold wind.

Kai was too lazy to waste any more words. His killing intent condensed in his sword heart. With a slight flick of his wrist, the Dragon Slayer Sword was silently drawn from its sheath. Its sharpness did not shake the wind and snow, and its ferocity did not diminish in the slightest.

He raised his hand and unleashed a horizontal slash! A purple chaotic sword light, refined to its extreme, swept across the sky, fast as lightning, sharp as divine punishment, without any fancy moves, containing only pure destructive power.

Where the sword’s light passed, the void trembled slightly, and the biting wind was instantly torn apart. The holy light protecting the fifty divine cultivators, their gilded armor, and protective magical artifacts were as fragile as paper, shattering into pieces.

There were no screams or cries of agony, no struggles or pleas for mercy, no chance to retaliate.

These fifty elite divine cultivators didn’t even have time to defend themselves, not even to sound a cry for help.

Their bodies were instantly disintegrated and dissolved by the chaotic sword light, turning into fragments of golden light that dissipated in the frigid wind. Not even a single bone or piece of clothing remained; they were utterly annihilated into the world.

One sword strike, fifty men gone—clean, swift, and decisive.

The next second, in the distant main camp of the Divine Race, the guards witnessed this horrifying scene. Their scalps tingled, their faces drained of color, and the piercing alarm bells rang frantically, their booming sounds tearing through the silent night of the ancient icy plains, echoing for miles around!

“Enemy attack! A powerful enemy has broken through the seal and broken out of the ancestral land! All troops, prepare for battle! Form ranks to meet the enemy!”

Urgent and panicked shouts rose and fell, figures thronged within the tents, the sounds of clashing armor, rubbing weapons, and shouts of orders mingling together.

Thousands of elite Divine Race cultivators, clad in armor and wielding weapons, rushed out of the sprawling camp at full speed, holy light and spiritual energy blazing forth.

Golden light spread across the entire frozen wasteland, their killing intent surging as they converged and charged towards the ancestral land, their formations disciplined, their aura of slaughter overwhelming.

At the forefront of the group, two eighth-rank True Immortals of the Divine Race, clad in gilded elder robes and possessing sinister and cold expressions, led

the way side by side. Their auras were imposing and domineering, their bodies enveloped in holy light, their oppressive power pressing down on all directions.

One wielded a heavy Holy Light Pagoda, specializing in defense, suppression, and trapping groups of enemies.

The other held a Soul-Devouring Demon Scythe, specializing in close-quarters combat and severing souls.

The two had been stationed together for years, their cooperation seamless, their offense and defense both formidable, their killing ruthless and decisive—their most crucial fighting force on this outer defensive line.
“A mere five people dare to trespass into my divine race’s forbidden area and slaughter my divine race’s elite guards? They’re utterly courting death!”

The elder holding the tower roared fiercely, his eyes filled with a chilling ferocity and murderous intent.

“Everyone, form the ultimate killing formation! Trample these five and tear them apart alive! Take the head of the leader and bring it back to the alliance to claim credit and reward, as a warning to others!”

Thousands of divine race cultivators responded in unison, their voices echoing across the icy plains as they rapidly deployed the ultimate killing formation.

Holy light intertwined into a net, sealing off all escape routes, layer upon layer, determined to trap and kill Kai and his companions on the spot, leaving no survivors.

Facing the densely packed, layered divine army, and the overwhelming pressure of the two eighth-rank elders, Kai’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes as cold as ice.

Without retreating or dodging, he took the initiative, his figure transforming into a streak of purple light, charging straight into the heart of the thousand-strong army formation, brazenly engaging in battle and breaking through the formation with his own body!

“Today, I will make sure you all die without a burial place!” Kai roared in a deep voice, his voice carrying chaotic spiritual power, causing the eardrums of the surrounding divine cultivators to buzz.

He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword high, purple chaotic flames blazing fiercely, the sword’s spiritual light surging several feet, unleashing unparalleled destructive power, and slashed down, crashing into the crowd!

Boom!

The earth-shattering sword power exploded, purple shockwaves sweeping in all directions, dozens of divine cultivators around him were instantly blown away by the sword energy, their bodies exploding, golden blood spraying everywhere, staining the snow-covered ground beneath their feet red.

Kai’s figure moved swiftly and powerfully through the army formation, his movements unparalleled, his sword strikes expansive and fiercely lethal.

With each strike, several Divine Race cultivators perished. Wherever the sword light passed, heads rolled, armor shattered, and spiritual energy dissipated, reaping enemy lives like harvesting wheat. No one could withstand the power of a single sword strike!

After breaking through to the third rank of True Immortal, his combat strength had increased several times over. Combined with the innate chaotic power that naturally countered the Divine Race’s Holy Light origin, he was even more formidable.

The Holy Light protection that the Divine Race cultivators were so proud of was utterly useless before the chaotic sword light, completely vulnerable. All their defensive measures were forcibly crushed and broken through; close combat meant instant death, with no chance to fight back.

Seeing this, the two eighth-rank elders were enraged and charged forward at full speed, attacking Kai from both sides, attempting to encircle and disrupt his killing rhythm.

“Youngster, how dare you be so arrogant! We two elders will suppress you!”

Kai’s eyes were cold and sharp. Without dodging or avoiding, he slashed diagonally with his sword, unleashing chaotic sword energy to meet the combined attack of the two elders head-on.

With a loud bang, the holy light spiritual power and the chaotic violent power collided and exploded violently. The shockwaves rolled and swept in all directions, and all the divine cultivators within several feet were shattered by the aftershocks and died instantly.

The two elders felt a sharp pain and numbness in their mouths, their blood surging and flowing backward. They involuntarily took several steps back, their hearts filled with horror.

Their faces were full of disbelief. A mere young cultivator’s combat power was so strong, and he could withstand the pressure from a higher level without any effort!

Just as Kai was holding back the main force of the entire battlefield and holding back the two elders, Jiang Xuelan’s figure soared into the air, her clothes fluttering.

Her cold figure stood high in the air, overlooking the entire battlefield below. Her aura was majestic and awe-inspiring, fully displaying the orthodox majesty of the Ice God lineage.

She calmly raised her hand, gathering her strength. The Ice God Sword in her hand pointed directly at the sky, unleashing the vast power of the Ice God’s origin. A sudden

cold wave swept across the world, a gale carrying ice shards that engulfed the entire area. The temperature plummeted by a hundred feet in an instant, and even the void faintly showed signs of frost and ice-sealing patterns.

“Freeze a hundred miles, an eternally cold blade!” Jiang Xuelan coldly shouted, her voice falling as her divine power surged.

A gigantic, hundred-foot-long, and infinitely thick ice-blue blade materialized out of thin air, its chilling aura piercing to the bone, its oppressive power overwhelming, crashing down upon the vast array of divine race soldiers below! The

moment the blade touched the ground, a hundred-mile-long ice domain instantly formed, the biting cold freezing all spiritual energy, all movements, and all life force.

The hundred or so divine race cultivators at the forefront didn’t even have time to utter a scream before their bodies were instantly frozen solid by the extreme cold.

Transformed into lifelike, motionless ice sculptures, frozen in their charging, battle-ready stances.

The next instant, a series of cracking sounds echoed across the battlefield as the ice sculptures shattered, turning into a shower of ice dust that drifted away with the wind.

A hundred cultivators perished instantly, their bodies vanishing without a trace. A chilling aura enveloped the entire battlefield, suppressing the fighting power of the entire divine race.

Seeing this, Bing Wuhen, Bing Xue’er, and Bing Fenghan immediately seized the opportunity, rapidly flanking from both sides, their coordination seamless and their movements perfect.

Bing Wuhen charged forward, his ice-based blade sweeping across, cutting off the enemy’s retreat, dividing the battlefield, and eliminating isolated cultivators one by one.

Bing Xue’er moved to the flanks, her ice silk binding and binding, sealing off enemy movements and precisely controlling any who slipped through.

Bing Fenghan forcefully brought up the rear, unleashing powerful punches that shattered the enemy formation head-on, crushing the remaining cultivators.

Having cooperated for years, the three displayed seamless offense and defense, maximizing their combat power. They swiftly wiped out the scattered remnants of the enemy on both flanks, giving the enemy no chance to regroup and counterattack.

On the battlefield, purple light crisscrossed, blue light swept across the sky, and the sounds of killing, explosions, freezing, and wailing mingled

together, shaking the heavens. Divine cultivators fell in droves, holy light and spiritual power were extinguished in swathes, and camps were torn apart by sword energy and icy aura. Firelight, ice light, and purple light intertwined and reflected each other, staining the frozen wasteland red. The battle was fierce and explosive, and the overwhelming force was obvious.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the massive, fully armed elite force of the divine race, numbering over a thousand, was completely annihilated. Not a single one escaped, and not a single one broke through to seek reinforcements.

The entire camp was reduced to a deathly silence. Tents were broken and collapsed, weapons and armor were scattered everywhere, and blood soaked through the millennia-old ice, staining the frozen wasteland red. The stench of blood mixed with the chill permeated the air, a horrifying sight filled with murderous intent.

The last two True Immortal Realm eighth-grade elders were covered in wounds, their spiritual power mostly depleted. They were disheveled and filled with fear, no longer able to resist. They wanted to retreat and flee for help.

Kai’s eyes turned cold, and he instantly pursued them, piercing their hearts with his sword. The power of chaos instantly invaded their dantian, crushing their spiritual power source.

The two elders’ bodies stiffened for a moment, then they collapsed to the ground, completely dead, their cultivation destroyed, their souls annihilated.

With this, all the divine race’s garrison forces on the outskirts of the ancestral land were wiped out, completely eradicated, leaving not a trace. The camp was destroyed, and the defense line was broken.

A biting wind swept across the wasteland once more, swirling up shards of armor and ice, the

stench of blood carrying a chilling stench. The battlefield was littered with corpses, a deathly silence reigning, devoid of any trace of the divine race’s arrogance. Only five towering figures stood atop the blood-soaked ice, unmoved as mountains, their aura imposing.

Kai slowly sheathed his sword, his movements calm and composed, showing no sign of fatigue. All the chaotic, malevolent energy around him had subsided, replaced by a serene demeanor.

He slowly turned, gazing at the towering, majestic, and solemn Ice God Mountain behind him, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

The battle was over, the smoke clearing, yet a different kind of thought arose in his heart, not merely about returning home.