Chapter 6611 - 6620

The Fiery Heavenly God Fire Array shattered with a single sword strike.

A deathly silence fell before the mountain gate.

No one could believe their eyes.

The Fiery Heavenly God Fire Array, an ancient formation erected by the Flame God Palace over tens of thousands of years, exhausting three earth fire veins, was said to be able to withstand the full force of a sixth-grade Golden Immortal’s attack.

Before Kai, it couldn’t even withstand a single sword strike.

Han Qianshan’s pupils contracted sharply, his crimson-gold eyes filled with shock.

His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

A first-grade Golden Immortal, shattering an ancient formation with a single sword strike.

This power was beyond his comprehension.

Yan Wuji’s smile froze completely, his crimson-gold eyes filled with terror, his body involuntarily taking a step back.

The thousands of Flame God Palace disciples behind him were also stunned, their weapons nearly falling to the ground, their faces filled with fear.

Kai sheathed his Dragon-Slaying Sword, his purple eyes sweeping over the crowd before the mountain gate, his gaze finally settling on Han Qianshan.

“Envoy Han, do you still want to avenge Wu Yuan?”

His voice was calm, as calm as if he were asking Han Qianshan if he had eaten today.

Han Qianshan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Countless thoughts surged in his mind, each telling him the same fact: this young man was not to be trifled with.

Breaking an ancient formation with a single sword strike—this kind of strength was not something a first-grade Golden Immortal should possess.

No, this was not strength a first-grade Golden Immortal should possess at all.

This was not even strength a sixth-grade Golden Immortal should possess.

Han Qianshan asked himself, even if he went all out, he couldn’t possibly break the Flaming Heavenly God Fire Formation with a single sword strike.

But Kai did it.

This meant one thing: Kai’s strength had surpassed his.

Han Qianshan’s face turned extremely ugly, his crimson-gold eyes filled with complex emotions—shock, fear, and deep resentment.

He was a sixth-grade Golden Immortal, the vice president of the Nineteenth Heaven Void Chamber of Commerce, a prominent figure in the entire Nineteenth Heaven.

But now, facing a young man at the first rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, he felt fear.

That fear wasn’t due to cowardice, but because Kai’s displayed strength was too terrifying, terrifying enough to crush him.

Yan Wuji, seeing the shocked expression on Han Qianshan’s face, felt even more terrified.

He knew that if Han Qianshan was truly frightened, then his Flame God Palace was finished.

“Special Envoy Han! Special Envoy Han! Don’t be frightened by him!”

Yan Wuji’s voice was filled with an almost frantic urgency. “He only broke a formation with one sword! It’s nothing! With so many of us, are we afraid of just one?”

Han Qianshan ignored him.

His eyes remained fixed on Kai, as if looking at a monster.

Kai also ignored Han Qianshan.

His gaze shifted from Han Qianshan to Yan Wuji.

“Yan Wuji, I told you, I’m here to kill you.”

His voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay a chilling killing intent.

Yan Wuji’s face was deathly pale, flames swirling on his crimson-gold armor, but those flames seemed so weak and powerless before Kai’s purple eyes.

“You…you stay away!”

Yan Wuji’s voice trembled slightly, but he quickly straightened his back, forcing a calm expression. ” Kai, don’t think you’re so great just because you broke the formation! My Flame God Palace has thousands of disciples, dozens of elders, and nearly a hundred experts at the third rank of Golden Immortal! How many can you kill by yourself?”

A cold smile curled at the corner of Kai’s lips.

“Try it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in the ranks of the Flame God Palace disciples.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword whirled in his hand, the purple sword light like the scythe of death, reaping lives among the crowd.

Wherever the sword light passed, the disciples of the Flame God Palace fell like wheat being harvested, their crimson-gold armor as flimsy as paper before the power of chaos, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Blood gushed out, and screams shook the heavens.

Crimson-gold blood shimmered eerily in the sunlight, dyeing the entire plaza golden.

Kai’s movements were incredibly fast, each action concise and efficient, without the slightest waste.

He swung his sword, slashed, sheathed it, and swung again.

The cycle repeated endlessly, like a precision-engineered killing machine.

With each strike, dozens of Flame God Palace disciples fell.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of disciples had perished under Kai’s sword.

The Flame God Palace disciples were utterly devastated.

They weren’t unfamiliar with battlefields, they weren’t unfamiliar with killing, but they had never witnessed such carnage.

One sword, hundreds; blood gushing forth, corpses strewn across the ground.

This wasn’t a battle; this was a massacre.

“Run!”

someone shouted, and the Flame God Palace disciples scattered in all directions, wishing they had more legs. But

Kai gave them no chance.

His figure weaved through the crowd, so fast that his trajectory was impossible to discern; only a streak of purple light flashed through the throng, each flash bringing dozens to their deaths.

Master Yuxu also moved. His

Azure Cloud Sword was drawn, its azure light like a rainbow, flying from the mountain gate into the crowd, slaying the fleeing Flame God Palace disciples one by one.

His cultivation was at the fifth rank of the Golden Immortal realm, four minor realms higher than Kai, yet his killing speed was far slower.

Not because he was weak, but because Kai was too strong.

Jiang Xuelan also made her move.

The Heart of the Cold Abyss slowly rotated within her, icy blue light emanating from her body, freezing the surrounding air.

She raised her right hand, icy blue energy surging from her palm, transforming into countless ice needles, which rained down on the fleeing Flame God Palace disciples.

Wherever the ice needles passed, the Flame God Palace disciples were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, then shattered into countless ice crystals, scattering across the ground.

Three hundred disciples of Qingyun Cave also rushed forward, their azure sword light forming a vast azure ocean that engulfed the disciples of Yanshen Palace.

A massacre ensued.

A one-sided massacre.

Although the Flame God Palace disciples were numerous, they were utterly powerless against Kai, Jade Void True Person, Jiang Xuelan, and three hundred disciples of the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven.

The battle lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; more than half of the thousands of Flame God Palace disciples were dead or wounded, and the rest had lost their will to fight and fled in all directions.

Han Qianshan stood motionless before the mountain gate.

The thirty-odd Void Merchant Guild cultivators behind him also remained motionless.

Their faces were expressionless, but their eyes were filled with deep shock.

Kai’s strength far exceeded their expectations.

A first-grade Golden Immortal killing cultivators below the fifth grade of the Golden Immortal realm like killing chickens was highly unusual. With a single sword strike, the Flame God Palace disciple at the third rank of the Golden Immortal realm was killed instantly, without any power to resist.

What did this mean?

It meant that Kai’s combat strength far exceeded that of a third-rank Golden Immortal.

It even surpassed the fourth, fifth, and sixth ranks of the Golden Immortal realm.

A terrifying thought flashed through Han Qianshan’s mind: Kai’s current combat strength might have already reached the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal realm, or even higher.

This thought sent a chill down his spine.

…

“Elders! Elders, attack!”

Yan Wuji stood on the high platform, shouting frantically, his crimson-gold eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with a near-desperate madness.

Dozens of Flame God Palace elders rushed out of the palace, each with a cultivation level above the Golden Immortal realm, the highest reaching the fourth rank.

They were engulfed in raging flames, their weapons gleaming with scorching light, charging towards Kai.

Kai raised his head, his purple eyes sweeping over the elders, his gaze devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Fourth rank of the Golden Immortal realm?

Before him, there was no difference between a fourth-grade Golden Immortal and a True Immortal; both could be dealt with with a single sword strike.

He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword, its purple light slicing through the sky, slashing towards the elders.

Wherever the sword light passed, space was torn open with black rifts, from which surged violent spatial turbulence, devouring all the surrounding fragments of the fire laws.

The three third-grade Golden Immortal elders at the forefront didn’t even have time to react before being cleaved in two by the sword light.

Crimson-gold blood sprayed into the air like exploding fireworks, dyeing the entire plaza gold.

The elders behind were terrified, but they had no way out.

Kai’s figure appeared among them like a ghost, the Dragon-Slaying Sword twirling in his hand, its purple light flashing through the crowd, each flash resulting in the fall of an elder. A

third-grade Golden Immortal elder, one strike.

A fourth-grade Golden Immortal elder, one strike.

A peak fourth-grade Golden Immortal elder, one strike.

A fifth-grade Golden Immortal elder, two strikes.

Kai discovered that the elders at the fifth rank of the Golden Immortal realm were significantly stronger than those at the fourth rank, requiring two sword strikes to kill them.

But it was only two strikes.

Two strikes and one strike made no difference to him.

Moments later, dozens of elders lay dead in pools of blood.

Crimson-gold blood pooled in the plaza, forming streams that flowed through the cracks in the bluestone slabs, dyeing the entire plaza golden.

Yan Wuji stood on the high platform, watching his elders fall one by one, his crimson-gold eyes filled with despair.

His body trembled, not from fear, but from rage.

Those elders were the foundation of his Flame God Palace, nurtured over tens of thousands of years.

Now, they were all gone.

All dead at Kai’s hands.

” Kai!!!”

Yan Wuji roared in a heart-wrenching rage, his crimson-gold eyes bloodshot. The flames on the Yan Emperor Sword surged several meters high, and scorching waves of heat swept in all directions. “I’ll kill you!!!”

His figure leaped from the high platform, charging towards Kai.

The Yan Emperor Sword swung in his hand, the crimson-gold sword light like a burning dragon, slashing towards Kai.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was distorted by the heat, and a deep trench was burned into the ground. The rocks in the trench were scorched into magma, shimmering with a crimson light in the sunlight.

The full-force attack of a peak fifth-grade Golden Immortal was indeed astonishing.

But Kai merely raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword and casually slashed out.

The purple sword light collided with the crimson-gold sword light.

Boom—

a deafening roar shook the entire plaza violently, shattering the bluestone slabs, and fragments flew in all directions like hidden weapons.

The crimson-gold sword light was like paper before the purple sword light, instantly shattered.

The purple sword light, undeterred, struck Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji’s body flew backward, crashing heavily into the high platform, shattering it.

A deep sword wound appeared on his crimson-gold armor, from which crimson-gold blood seeped.

Yan Wuji crawled from the rubble, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with shock.

He looked down at the sword wound on his chest; it was deep enough to see bone, crimson-gold blood gushing from the wound, staining his armor gold.

One sword strike.

Kai had broken his full-force attack with just one sword strike, and even injured him.

He, a peak fifth-grade Golden Immortal, couldn’t even withstand a single sword strike from Kai, a first-grade Golden Immortal.

“How is this possible… how is this possible…” Yan Wuji muttered to himself, his crimson-gold eyes filled with disbelief.

Kai, carrying the Dragon-Slaying Sword, walked step by step towards Yan Wuji.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, each step steady and heavy, making Yan Wuji’s heart tremble.

“Yan Wuji, I told you, I’m here to kill you.”

Kai’s voice was calm, a calmness that instilled a deep-seated fear in Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji took a step back, then turned to look at Han Qianshan.

“Envoy Han! Envoy Han, save me!”

Yan Wuji’s voice was filled with an almost frantic plea, “Didn’t we agree? The Void Merchant Guild and the Flame God Palace would join forces to kill Kai! Please, make your move!”

Han Qianshan stood before the mountain gate, motionless.

His face was expressionless, his crimson-gold eyes fixed on Yan Wuji, devoid of any emotion.

“Envoy Han! You promised me!” Yan Wuji’s voice grew increasingly desperate, “You said the Void Merchant Guild would guarantee the safety of my Flame God Palace! You said it!”

Han Qianshan remained silent, still motionless.

Kai’s words echoed in his mind: the Void Merchant Guild were all merchants who valued profit above all else, caring little for sentiment or morality, and certainly not for verbal agreements.

Now, Kai’s words had come true.

In the face of absolute profit, verbal agreements were worthless.

Han Qianshan didn’t not want to save Yan Wuji; he simply dared not.

Kai’s strength was terrifying, so terrifying that even he, a sixth-grade Golden Immortal, felt fear.

He dared not gamble on whether he could defeat Kai.

If he couldn’t, he would die here too.

To risk his life for a Flame God Palace already doomed to destruction was simply not worth it.

Yan Wuji, seeing Han Qianshan’s indifference, felt utterly hopeless.

“Han Qianshan! You treacherous villain!”

Yan Wuji roared madly, his crimson-gold eyes bloodshot. “The Void Merchant Guild has no credibility! You’re all a bunch of profit-driven scoundrels!”

Han Qianshan’s brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent.

Yan Wuji turned to Kai, his crimson-gold eyes filled with madness.

” Kai! Do you think you’ve won? Do you think you’ve won by killing me?”

His voice was filled with an almost manic hysteria. “My God Clan still has power in the Nineteenth and Twentieth Heavens! They will avenge me! They will kill you! They will kill everyone around you!” Kai looked at Yan Wuji, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“Unfortunately, you won’t see it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was raised.

A purple sword light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the heavens, slashed towards Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji raised the Flame Emperor Sword, attempting a final resistance.

Crimson-gold sword light surged from the Flame Emperor Sword, transforming into a fiery barrier in front of Yan Wuji.

But before the purple sword light, the fiery barrier was as fragile as paper.

The sword light tore through the fiery barrier, striking Yan Wuji.

Crack—

the crimson-gold armor shattered.

Blood gushed out.

Yan Wuji’s body slowly fell, his crimson-gold eyes still open, filled with despair, resentment, anger, and disbelief.

He died with his eyes wide open.

Yan Wuji, the Palace Master of the Flame God Palace, a peak fifth-grade Golden Immortal, died by Kai’s sword.

A deathly silence fell before the mountain gate.

Everyone stared at Yan Wuji’s corpse, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Thousands of Flame God Palace disciples were either dead or fled, leaving only a handful remaining.

Dozens of elders perished in battle.

Palace Master Yan Wuji was also killed.

In less than half an hour, the Flame God Palace was utterly destroyed by Kai alone.

Han Qianshan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

He turned around, looking at Kai, a complex expression flashing in his crimson-gold eyes.

“Mr. Chen, let’s drop the matter of Wu Yuan.”

His voice was calm, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

“A guild leader of the eighteenth level is of little value. If he’s dead, he’s dead. At worst, the Void Chamber of Commerce can send someone else to fill the position.”

Kai looked at Han Qianshan, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“Envoy Han, you don’t intend to avenge Wu Yuan?”

Han Qianshan shook his head, a bitter smile curving his lips.

“Revenge? What revenge? Wu Yuan tried to kill Mr. Chen, but Mr. Chen killed him instead. That’s perfectly normal. The strong prey on the weak; it’s only natural. The Void Merchant Guild won’t offend a young man with unlimited potential for the sake of a dead man.”

His change in attitude was so swift that the thirty-odd Void Merchant Guild cultivators behind him were caught off guard.

But no one dared to say anything.

Because they all knew that Han Qianshan was right.

In the face of absolute power, hatred and face are all meaningless.

Only interests are eternal.

Kai nodded.

“Special Envoy Han is a wise man.”

Han Qianshan cupped his hands in greeting. “Mr. Chen, you flatter me. Although the Void Merchant Guild is powerful, it is not unreasonable. Wu Yuan’s actions were his own fault. From now on, the Void Merchant Guild will not cause trouble for Mr. Chen because of this matter.”

Kai was silent for a moment, a thoughtful glint in his purple eyes.

“Special Envoy Han, I would like to ask you for a favor.”

Han Qianshan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Mr. Chen, please speak.”

“I need to find someone.”

Kai’s voice carried a hint of solemnity. “Her name is Su Yuqi. I don’t know if she is still in the Eighteenth Heaven.”

Han Qianshan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Alright. The Void Merchant Guild has branches in the Celestial Realm. Finding someone shouldn’t be difficult. Even if she’s no longer in the Eighteenth Heaven, we should be able to find information.”

Kai nodded and continued.

“In addition, I also need to find a force. The demonic cultivators of the Flame Demon lineage in the Eighteenth Heaven. Where is their lair?”

Han Qianshan frowned.

“The Flame Demon lineage? What does Mr. Chen want with them?”

“Yuqi might be among the demonic cultivators of the Flame Demon lineage.” Kai’s voice was calm.

Han Qianshan gave Kai a deep look.

“Alright. I’ll have my men investigate. Once they find out, they’ll send someone to inform Mr. Chen.”

Kai cupped his hands in thanks. “Thank you, Envoy Han.”

Han Qianshan waved his hand. “Mr. Chen, you’re too kind. Although we are merchants, we’re not entirely driven by profit. We’ll help when needed.”

He paused, then took out a silver jade talisman from his robes and handed it to Kai.

“This is a VIP token from the Void Merchant Guild. With this token, you can enjoy the highest level of treatment at any branch of the Void Merchant Guild in the Heavenly Realm. If Mr. Chen needs anything in the future, you can come directly to us with this token.”

Kai took the jade talisman, glanced at it, and stored it in his storage ring.

“Envoy Han, farewell.”

“Farewell.”

Han Qianshan turned around and left the Flame God Palace with more than thirty cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild.

Their silver-white robes shimmered faintly in the sunlight, and their figures quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

Kai withdrew his gaze and looked at the Flame God Palace below.

The crimson-gold palace shimmered faintly in the sunlight, but the air was thick with the stench of blood. The ground was littered with crimson-gold blood and shattered armor.

Thousands of corpses lay scattered about, each with a different death, but every eye was wide open, filled with fear and resentment.

Master Yuxu walked to Kai’s side, a complex emotion flashing in his aged eyes.

“Mr. Chen, the Flame God Palace is finished.”

Kai nodded. “Clean up the battlefield, take all usable resources.”

“Yes!” the three hundred disciples shouted in unison.

It took a full day to clean up everything in the Flame God Palace.

The three hundred disciples of Qingyun Cave Heaven sheathed their swords, lined up neatly, and followed Kai back to Qingyun Cave Heaven.

Their azure robes fluttered in the morning breeze, and their swords clinked gently at their waists.

Jiang Xuelan walked beside Kai, a few drops of crimson-gold blood stained her ice-white dress, shimmering eerily in the sunlight.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

Kai was silent for a moment, his purple eyes gazing into the distance.

“Thinking about Yuqi.”

His voice was very soft, so soft that only Jiang Xuelan could hear it.

“I don’t know if she’s doing well, if her injuries have healed, or if she’s still in danger.”

Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment, then reached out and took Kai’s hand.

“We’ll find her, and she’ll remember you,” Jiang Xuelan said.

“Okay!”

Kai nodded and squeezed Jiang Xuelan’s hand tighter. The gates of Qingyun Cave Heaven opened in the afterglow of the setting sun, golden light spilling onto the blue stone archway, making the four large characters “Qingyun Cave Heaven” shine brightly.

Two rows of disciples stood guard on either side of the gate, holding blue lanterns, respectfully welcoming the sect leader’s triumphant return.

The flames in the lanterns flickered gently in the evening breeze, tinging the golden sunset with a blue glow, as if the entire mountain gate was lighting celebratory lanterns for the returning warriors.

Kai passed through the archway and stepped onto the blue stone avenue. On both sides of the avenue, spirit trees were laden with colorful spirit fruits, swaying gently in the evening breeze and emitting an alluring fragrance.

The colors of the spirit fruits were even more vibrant under the setting sun, red as fire, purple as gemstones, and gold as amber, adorning the entire avenue like a rainbow path leading to a fairyland.

Three hundred disciples filed in, their blue Taoist robes gleaming faintly in the sunset, their long swords clinking lightly at their waists.

Their faces bore the marks of exhaustion, but their eyes gleamed with excitement.

The Flame God Palace, the number one power in the Eighteen Heavens, had been utterly crushed.

Thousands of Flame God Palace disciples were slaughtered, dozens of elders perished in battle, and Palace Master Yan Wuji died by Kai’s sword.

Such a feat was worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Daoist sect.

Jade Void True Person walked beside Kai, his white hair and beard fluttering in the evening breeze, his aged eyes filled with undisguised satisfaction.

“Mr. Chen, after the battle of the Flame God Palace, the reputation of Azure Cloud Cave Heaven has resounded throughout the Eighteen Heavens. From now on, no power will dare to underestimate us.”

Kai nodded, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“True Person, how is the resource inventory going?”

Jade Void True Person took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Kai.

“The accumulated wealth of the Flame God Palace over tens of thousands of years is all here. Hundreds of millions of crystals, millions of pills, thousands of magic artifacts, tens of thousands of cultivation technique jade slips, and spiritual materials piled up like mountains.

Adding the resources we obtained from the Bright Hall, our current wealth exceeds the total accumulated wealth of the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven over tens of thousands of years.”

Kai took the jade slip, probed it with his divine sense, and quickly browsed through it.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

“Not bad. These resources are enough for us to cultivate a group of experts at the fourth or even fifth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm.”

Jade Void True Person’s eyes lit up.

“Mr. Chen means…”

“Seclusion.”

Kai’s voice was calm. “Everyone go into seclusion. All disciples of the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven whose cultivation is at the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm should take pills to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm. Those below the third rank of the Golden Immortal Realm should all strive to reach the third rank or above. I want to give the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven a truly elite force in the shortest possible time.”

Jade Void True Person took a deep breath, a burning light flashing in his aged eyes.

“Alright! I’ll arrange it right away!”

Master Yuxu turned and left, his steps much faster than usual, like a young man rather than an old Taoist priest who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Kai passed through the main hall, walked along the corridor, and arrived at the courtyard where Jiang Xuelan cultivated.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the evening breeze.

The moonlight had just risen, its silvery-white rays spilling into the bamboo forest, enveloping the entire forest in a silvery halo.

Jiang Xuelan stood in front of the bamboo house, her ice-white dress fluttering gently in the evening breeze,

her long hair as black as ink, tied up with an ice-blue hairpin. A faint ice-blue light surrounded her, and a chill emanated from her, freezing the surrounding air into tiny ice crystals that shimmered like diamonds in the moonlight.

She turned around, her ice-blue eyes looking at Kai.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

Kai walked up to her and gently brushed a bamboo leaf from her hair.

“I’m thinking about Yuqi. And also about what to do next.”

Jiang Xuelan paused for a moment, then reached out and grasped Kai’s hand.

“Han Qianshan of the Void Merchant Guild has agreed to help search. With the Void Merchant Guild’s intelligence network, we should have news soon.”

Kai nodded, his purple eyes gazing into the distance.

“I hope so.”

…

In the days that followed, Qingyun Cave Heaven entered an unprecedented state of activity.

All three hundred disciples were in seclusion, elixirs were being consumed like water, piles of crystals were disappearing one after another, and pools of spiritual liquid were being drained one after another.

True Immortal Yuxu personally oversaw the disciples’ cultivation, working tirelessly every day, but his smile grew ever wider.

The cultivation levels of the three hundred disciples were rapidly improving. Those at the ninth rank of True Immortal Realm, after consuming elixirs and benefiting from the time-law of the Demon Suppression Tower, saw their cultivation levels soar like a rocket, breaking through to the Golden Immortal Realm in just a few days.

Disciples below the third rank of the Golden Immortal Realm are also striving to break through to the third rank or higher. Although the bottleneck of the third rank of the Golden Immortal Realm is not easy to overcome, with the support of massive resources, more than a dozen disciples have already successfully broken through to the fourth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm.

Yun Yi has also broken through to the fourth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm. Relying on resources, the time law of the Demon Suppression Tower, and his extraordinary talent, he directly advanced two minor realms.

At this moment, if Yun Yi were asked to call Kai “father,” he wouldn’t hesitate, after all, all of this was given to him by Kai.

If Kai hadn’t come, his power wouldn’t have grown so quickly.

The strength of Qingyun Cave Heaven is increasing at a visible rate.

Kai is not idle either.

He sets aside some time every day to cultivate, consolidate his foundation at the first rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, and comprehend the law seeds contained in the power of chaos.

The seed of the spatial law is slowly growing in his body. Although there is still a long way to go before truly mastering the spatial law, he can already feel that his perception of space is much more acute than before.

He could sense all spatial fluctuations within a hundred miles, detect the location of spatial rifts, and even use spatial power during battle to make the trajectory of the Dragon Slayer Sword more unpredictable.

The seed of the Law of Time also began to sprout.

The Law of Time was far more profound and difficult to comprehend than the Law of Space. Kai could only barely perceive the existence of time; he was far from truly mastering it.

But he wasn’t in a hurry.

He
Meanwhile, in the Nineteenth

Heaven,

the high-ranking members of the divine race were gathered together.

The distribution of divine forces in the Nineteenth Heaven was extremely complex, unlike the Eighteenth Heaven, which only had a few major powers like the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace.

The Nineteenth Heaven was more than ten times the size of the Eighteenth Heaven, with divine forces scattered across this vast continent like stars, hundreds of forces large and small, each occupying their own territory.

But at this moment, these divine forces, usually fighting and scheming against each other, were unusually seated together.

Because a momentous event had occurred that would shake the entire Nineteenth Heaven.

The divine forces of the Eighteenth Heaven were being wiped out one after another.

The Hall of Light was destroyed. The

Flame God Palace was also destroyed.

The one who carried out the attack was the same person— Kai.

An unknown young man, a rogue cultivator from a Daoist sect, a monster who supposedly cultivated the power of chaos.

The council hall was located in the territory of the Golden Crow Clan. The entire hall was crafted from crimson-gold Golden Crow divine stone, and the walls were carved with lifelike Golden Crow totems. Each Golden Crow’s eye was a genuine top-grade fire spirit crystal, shimmering with a scorching light under the lamplight.

At the very center of the hall stood a massive circular stone table, its surface covered with ancient runes that slowly rotated, releasing faint spatial fluctuations. This was a trans-celestial communication array, capable of converging projections of high-ranking figures from various divine races across the Nineteen Heavens.

At this moment, the stone table was surrounded by people.

No, to be precise, it was surrounded by projections.

Dozens of figures circled the stone table, each radiating a terrifying aura. The lowest was at the fifth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, the highest a few reaching the seventh rank, and one even reaching the eighth rank.

That was the Golden Crow Clan’s patriarch, Wu Tianji.

Eighth rank Golden Immortal Realm.

In the entire Nineteen Heavens, the eighth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm was the ceiling; very few could reach that level.

Wu Tianji was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and an air of authority.

He wore a crimson-gold robe embroidered with golden crow totems, each thread woven from golden crow feathers, shimmering golden in the lamplight.

His eyes were crimson-gold, with a golden flame slowly burning deep within his pupils—a projection of the Golden Crow Divine Fire, a symbol of the Golden Crow clan’s bloodline.

“Is everyone here?”

Wu Tianji’s voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone’s ears clearly.

His voice carried an innate authority that silenced all disrespect.

“Lei Wanjun of the Thunder God Clan hasn’t arrived yet,”

said an elder in a silver robe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the runes in the center of the hall suddenly lit up, and a silver figure slowly emerged.

It was a burly middle-aged man with a rugged face and a violent aura between his brows.

Thick bolts of lightning crackled around him, each one like a silver python, slithering across his body with a crackling sound.

He was Lei Wanjun, the eighth-rank Golden Immortal and patriarch of the Thunder God Clan.

“Sorry I’m late,”

Lei Wanjun’s voice echoed like muffled thunder in the council hall. His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Wu Tianji. “Patriarch Wu, what’s the matter that’s so urgent?”

Wu Tianji’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a dull thud.

“You’ve all heard about what happened in the Eighteenth Heaven, haven’t you?”

Lei Wanjun frowned. “The destruction of the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace?”

“That’s right.”

Wu Tianji nodded, a cold glint flashing in his crimson-gold eyes. “The Hall of Light was destroyed, and the Holy Light Celestial Venerable died. The Flame God Palace was destroyed, and Yan Wuji also died. The same person did it, a Daoist cultivator named Kai.”

Lei Wanjun’s frown deepened. “A Daoist cultivator could destroy two divine forces? Although the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace aren’t the strongest in the Eighteenth Heaven, they’re not easily destroyed by just anyone.”

“That’s why I called you here.” Wu Tianji’s voice carried a hint of solemnity. “This Kai is no simple man.”

He took out a jade slip from his sleeve, probed it with his divine sense, and the information within the jade slip formed a light screen, appearing in the center of the council hall.

An image of Kai appeared on the light screen: a young man with long black hair casually tied back with a gray ribbon, deep purple eyes, a cold and stern face, wearing a gray robe, and a purple longsword hanging at his waist.

” Kai, a Daoist cultivator, his cultivation method is unknown, but it is suspected to be the Great Luo Golden Scripture,”

Wu Tianji’s voice echoed in the council hall. “Cultivation: At the eighth rank of True Immortal Realm, he killed the fifth rank of Golden Immortal Realm Saint Light Heavenly Venerable. After forty days of seclusion, he broke through to the first rank of Golden Immortal Realm, shattering the Flaming Heavenly God Fire Array with a single sword strike, and killing Yan Wuji, a peak fifth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator.”

The information on the light screen appeared one by one, each piece causing the assembled high-ranking members of the Divine Race to gasp in astonishment.

An eighth-rank True Immortal Realm cultivator killing a fifth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator?

A first-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator breaking an ancient array with a single sword strike?

This combat power was beyond their comprehension.

“That’s impossible!”

Lei Wanjun was the first to speak, his voice filled with disbelief. “There are six minor realms between the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm and the fifth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, each a formidable chasm. Even the prodigies of ancient times couldn’t possibly cross six minor realms to kill their opponents!”

“The facts are clear,”

Wu Tianji said calmly. “The Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace have been destroyed; that’s an indisputable fact.”

Lei Wanjun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He truly couldn’t refute it.

The news of the destruction of the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace had spread throughout the entire Nineteenth Heaven. Countless divine cultivators had witnessed the horrific scene after the Flame God Palace’s annihilation; thousands of corpses lay scattered across the plaza, their crimson blood staining the entire area.

It wasn’t fake.

“What is the background of this Kai?”

asked an old man in a white robe.

He radiated a holy light; he was an elder of the Holy Light Hall, the upper sect of the Hall of Light, holding a pivotal position in the Nineteenth Heaven.

The Holy Light Celestial Venerable was sent to the Eighteenth Heaven by the Holy Light Palace.

Now that the Holy Light Celestial Venerable is dead, the Holy Light Palace has also lost face.

“It’s been investigated.”

Wu Tianji said, ” Kai was originally a cultivator from the lower realm, his specific identity unknown. He cultivates the power of chaos, and it’s said he received the inheritance of the Great Luo Golden Scripture, as well as a fragment of the key to the Chaos Dao Palace.”

“The power of chaos?” Lei Wanjun’s eyes widened suddenly. “The legendary power of chaos?”

“That’s right.”

Wu Tianji nodded. “The power of chaos is the source of all elements, and also the source of all laws. Those who cultivate the power of chaos possess combat power far exceeding their peers. This is why he was able to cross realms to kill his opponents.”

Silence fell over the council hall.

Everyone wore solemn expressions.

The power of chaos was legendary, said to be something only the ancient chaotic gods and demons could master.

Now, a Daoist cultivator had mastered the power of chaos; this was definitely not good news for the divine race.

“He also obtained a fragment of the key to the Chaos Dao Palace,”

Wu Tianji continued. The moment those words were uttered, the atmosphere in the council hall instantly became extremely tense. The Great Luo Golden Immortal

was the realm every Golden Immortal cultivator dreamed of.

Above the Golden Immortal realm was the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and above the Great Luo Golden Immortal was the Immortal King. Each major realm was an insurmountable chasm, one that countless cultivators could not cross in their entire lives.

If Kai had truly obtained the secret to breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal from the Chaos Dao Palace, his future achievements would be limitless.

“We cannot let this Kai continue to grow,”

the elder of the Holy Light Hall spoke first, his voice filled with intense killing intent. “He is only at the first rank of the Golden Immortal realm now, yet he can already kill Yan Wuji, a peak fifth-rank Golden Immortal. What will happen when he breaks through to the second, third, or even higher ranks of the Golden Immortal realm?”

“That’s right,”

Lei Wanjun nodded, a hint of solemnity on his rugged face. “We must kill him before he grows stronger. Otherwise, when he reaches the nineteenth heaven, we will all suffer.”

Wu Tianji remained silent for a moment, his crimson-gold eyes sweeping over the crowd.

“The problem is how to kill him. Kai is in the 18th Heaven, and we are in the 19th Heaven. There is a barrier between the 18th and 19th Heavens. Cultivators of the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm and above cannot descend to the lower realm, otherwise it will cause spatial collapse.”

This is the rule of the Heavenly Realm.

Spatial barriers exist between the various heavens of the Heavenly Realm, and the higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the greater the restriction. If

a cultivator of the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm or above forcibly descends to the lower realm, it will cause the spatial barrier to break, leading to catastrophic consequences.

But if the people sent are of too low a cultivation level, they will only be sent to their deaths.

“Then let’s send people down to kill him,” Lei Wanjun said. “If we send down elites of the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, we should be able to kill him, right?”

“Are you sure?”

Wu Tianji looked at Lei Wanjun, a hint of mockery flashing in his crimson-gold eyes. “Holy Light Heavenly Venerable was a fifth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator, and Yan Wuji was a peak fifth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator. They are both dead. Moreover, they were crushed. What’s the difference between sending a sixth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator down and sending them to their deaths?”

Lei Wanjun fell silent.

Wu Tianji was right.

A sixth-rank Golden Immortal Realm cultivator was simply no match for Kai.

“Then we’ll wait.” Wu Tianji’s voice was calm. “We’ll wait for him to come to the Nineteenth Heaven.”

“Wait for him to come?”

Lei Wanjun frowned. “Clan Chief Wu, are you kidding? Wait for him to come to us? What if he doesn’t come?”

“He will definitely come.” Wu Tianji’s voice was certain. “He can’t stay in the Eighteenth Heaven forever.”

The council hall fell silent again.

Everyone’s face showed complex expressions, some fearful, some murderous, and some an inexplicable expectation.

“Then we’ll wait.”

An elder from the Holy Light Hall spoke, his voice carrying a hint of coldness. “We’ll wait for him to come to the Nineteenth Heaven. We’ll lay a trap, and the moment he steps into the Nineteenth Heaven, we’ll make sure he dies without a burial place.”

“That’s right.”

Lei Wanjun nodded. “A junior at the first rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, no matter how powerful, can’t possibly cause any trouble in the Nineteenth Heaven.

The Nineteenth Heaven is not the Eighteenth Heaven; there are countless powerful beings here. If he dares to come, we’ll make sure he doesn’t leave alive.”

Wu Tianji nodded, a cold glint flashing in his crimson-gold eyes.

“Then it’s settled. From today onwards, all spies from each race will be dispatched to closely monitor the movements of the Eighteenth Heaven. Once Kai steps into the Nineteenth Heaven, everyone must be notified immediately.”

“There’s one more thing,” said an elder from the Holy Light Palace, “Should we inform the God-King of the Twentieth Heaven about this?”

The atmosphere in the council hall instantly became heavy.

The God-King of the Twentieth Heaven was the true high-ranking member of the God Race, standing at the very top of them all.

Their cultivation was unfathomable, reportedly reaching the peak of the ninth rank of the Golden Immortal Realm, or even higher.

If the God-King knew that the God Race’s forces in the Eighteenth Heaven had been wiped out by a Daoist cultivator, everyone present would be punished.

“We cannot inform them,”

Wu Tianji’s voice was cold, “At least not before killing Kai. If the God-King knew that we had lost so much face in the Eighteenth Heaven, our lives would be miserable.”

“That’s right,”

Lei Wanjun nodded as well, “We’ll kill Kai first, and then report to the God-King. By then, the dead are already dead, and the God-King won’t pursue the matter too much.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Kill Kai, seal off the news, and prevent it from reaching the Twentieth Heaven.

This was their consensus.

…

Meanwhile, in the Eighteenth Heaven, Qingyun Cave Heaven.

Kai sat cross-legged on the Enlightenment Cliff, his purple eyes gazing at the distant horizon, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He had been waiting for ten days.

Ten days later, there was still no news from Han Qianshan.

There was no news of Su Yuqi’s whereabouts, nor of the Flame Demon Clan’s lair.

Kai was not in a hurry, but he didn’t like waiting either.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones cracked slightly.

The silvery moonlight shone on the cliff top, enveloping the entire cliff in a silvery glow.

The night wind blew from the north, carrying a chill, the cold air emanating from the Northern Dark Abyss, which could still be felt even thousands of miles away.

His divine sense detected an aura rapidly approaching.

It was a silvery-white light, flying from the southeast at an extreme speed, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

A moment later, the silvery-white light landed on the Enlightenment Cliff.

The man was a young cultivator dressed in a silver-white robe. His face was ordinary, but his brows held a shrewdness characteristic of a businessman.

His cultivation was at the second rank of the Golden Immortal realm, and his aura was steady; he was clearly no ordinary person.

“Mr. Chen?” The young cultivator bowed respectfully.

Kai nodded. “From the Void Merchant Guild?”

“Yes.”

The young cultivator took out a jade slip from his robes and handed it to Kai with both hands. “Envoy Han sent me with a message. The location of the Flame Demon lineage’s base in the Eighteenth Heaven, which Mr. Chen was looking for, has been found. However, Su Yuqi, whom Mr. Chen was looking for, has not been found.”

Kai took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

Inside the jade slip was a map, marking the exact location of the Flame Demon lineage’s base in the Eighteenth Heaven.

It was a desolate mountain range hidden in the far west, sparsely populated and with little spiritual energy—an extremely secluded place.

But there was no information about Su Yuqi on the map.

Kai frowned slightly.

“Did Envoy Han say where Su Yuqi might be?”

The young cultivator shook his head. A cold glint flashed in Kai’s eyes.

Dead?

No, impossible.

He believed Su Yuqi was still alive, definitely still alive.

“Could it be that she went to the Nineteenth Heaven…” Kai murmured to himself, a thoughtful glint in his purple eyes.

“Envoy Han said that if Mr. Chen decides to go to the Nineteenth Heaven, he can contact him; he has some renown there,” the young cultivator said.

Kai nodded.

“Thank Envoy Han for me

,” the young cultivator bowed, “I will certainly pass it on. Take care, Mr. Chen.”

With that, his figure transformed into a silver-white light and disappeared into the sky.

Kai’s purple eyes gazed westward.

That was the direction of the Flame Demon lineage’s base in the Eighteenth Heaven.

He had to go there.

Even if Su Yuqi wasn’t there, he still had to go.

He had to personally confirm whether Su Yuqi was there or not.

…

The next morning, Kai left Qingyun Cave Heaven with Jiang Xuelan.

Jade Void True Person wanted to go with them, but Kai refused.

“Master, Qingyun Cave Heaven needs your presence. Three hundred disciples are in seclusion, and they can’t be left unattended. Xue Lan and I will go; the Flame Demon Clan’s stronghold shouldn’t be in any danger.”

Master Yu Xu was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Mr. Chen, please be careful.”

Kai nodded and, with Jiang Xue Lan, embarked on their journey to the far west.

The far west was at the westernmost end of the Eighteenth Heaven, millions of miles from Qingyun Cave Heaven.

Kai and Jiang Xue Lan traveled at full speed, taking three full days to reach their destination.

It was a desolate mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with peaks soaring into the clouds, but devoid of any vegetation, only bare rocks and gravel.

The sky was gray, the sun obscured by thick clouds, the entire mountain range shrouded in dim light.

A sulfurous smell permeated the air, and scorching heat waves rose from the ground, distorting distant scenery.

The Flame Demon Clan’s stronghold was located at the deepest part of this mountain range.

Kai and Jiang Xuelan landed on a mountain peak, their purple eyes gazing down.

At the foot of the mountain lay a vast basin, in the center of which stood a black palace crafted from black demonic stone. The walls were carved with ferocious demonic totems, each demon’s eye a genuine red demonic crystal, shimmering with a blood-red light in the dim light.

Surrounding the palace were clusters of low buildings, densely packed, resembling a giant village.

Paths connected the buildings, and along these paths walked demonic cultivators clad in long black robes embroidered with blood-red demonic patterns, each pattern slowly rotating and emanating an eerie aura. The

Flame Demon lineage possessed a considerable number of demonic cultivators; Kai’s divine sense scanned them, estimating at least two to three thousand.

However, their cultivation levels were generally low, mostly at the True Immortal realm, with only a handful at the Golden Immortal realm, the highest being no more than the third rank of the Golden Immortal realm.

Such strength was utterly insignificant before Kai.

Kai glanced at Jiang Xuelan. “Let’s go.”

The two figures swooped down from the mountain peak, flying towards the palace in the basin.

A moment later, they landed on the plaza in front of the palace.

The plaza was large, paved with black stone slabs engraved with blood-red demonic runes, each rune slowly rotating and releasing an eerie aura.

Dozens of demonic cultivators were gathered together in the plaza, discussing something.

Seeing Kai and Jiang Xuelan suddenly appear, they were initially startled, then quickly drew their weapons and surrounded the two.

“Who goes there!”

the leading demonic cultivator shouted sharply. He was a first-grade Golden Immortal, burly, with a ferocious face covered in blood-red demonic runes, looking extremely terrifying.

Kai looked at the demonic cultivator, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“I’m looking for your leader.”

The demonic cultivator leader sized Kai up and down, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

“First-grade Golden Immortal? You think you’re worthy to see our leader?”

The demonic cultivators behind him burst into laughter, their laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

“Where did this brat come from? Don’t you know where you are?”

“This is the stronghold of the Flame Demon Clan. Do you think you can just barge in like this?”

“Boy, if you know what’s good for you, get lost, or I’ll make sure you don’t leave alive!”

Kai didn’t speak.

He simply raised his right hand, and the Dragon Slayer Sword was drawn.

The purple sword light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the heavens and earth, flew out of the scabbard, slicing through the sky and striking the plaza.

Boom—

a deafening roar shook the entire plaza violently. The black stone slabs were shattered, and fragments flew in all directions like projectiles.

A deep trench was carved into the ground, bottomless, from which black demonic energy surged and permeated the air.

The dozens of demonic cultivators were all terrified.

They stared at the trench beneath their feet, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, and their weapons nearly falling to the ground.

The power of a single sword strike was terrifying.

For a cultivator at the first rank of the Golden Immortal Realm to unleash such power with a single sword strike was beyond their comprehension.

The leader of the demonic cultivators was so frightened his legs went weak. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t utter a word.

Kai sheathed his Dragon-Slaying Sword, his purple eyes sweeping over the demonic cultivators.

“Now, may I see your leader?”

His voice was calm, as calm as asking about the weather.

The demonic cultivator leader nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice.

“Yes…yes…please…please come with me…”

He turned around and led Kai and Jiang Xuelan towards the palace, his steps faltering, almost falling.

The dozens of demonic cultivators behind him exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with fear.

In the main hall of the palace, the leader of the Flame Demon lineage sat in the main seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

His name was Mo Lihong, a third-rank Golden Immortal, the highest commander of the Flame Demon lineage in the Eighteenth Heaven.

He was burly, with a ferocious face covered in blood-red demonic runes. He wore a long red robe embroidered with these runes, each slowly rotating and emanating an eerie aura.

Behind him stood a dozen or so demonic cultivators at the Golden Immortal realm, each with a solemn expression.

Just moments ago, they had sensed the commotion in the plaza.

The power of that single sword strike was terrifying.

That force had exceeded their limits.

Mo Li Hong’s palms were sweaty, her black eyes fixed on the entrance to the hall, filled with tension and fear.

A moment later, Kai and Jiang Xuelan entered the hall.

Their steps were neither fast nor slow, each step extremely steady and heavy, causing the hearts of the demonic cultivators in the hall to tremble.

Mo Li Hong looked at Kai, a first-grade Golden Immortal…”You…you’re Kai?” Mo Li Hong’s voice trembled slightly.

He had certainly heard of Kai’s name.

The destruction of the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace were both the work of this young man.

Mo Li Hong never dreamed that Kai would come after his Flame Demon lineage.

Kai looked at Mo Li Hong, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“I’m looking for someone.”

“Who…who?” Mo Li Hong’s voice was hoarse.

“Su Yuqi.”

Kai’s voice was calm, but it carried a chilling undertone. “Some time ago, she led your Flame Demon lineage’s demon cultivators near the territory of the God Clan. Where is she now?”

Mo Li Hong’s expression changed drastically.

He certainly knew Su Yuqi.

The Holy Maiden of the Flame Demon lineage.

“She…she’s no longer in the Eighteenth Heaven.” Mo Li Hong’s voice trembled slightly.

A cold glint flashed in Kai’s eyes.

“Where?”

Mo Li Hong swallowed hard, a hint of hesitation flashing in his dark eyes.

He was wondering whether to tell the truth.

If he did, Kai might let him go.

But if he didn’t tell the truth…

He glanced at the deep trench in the square and shuddered.

“She…she’s in the Nineteenth Heaven.”

Kai’s brow furrowed slightly.

“The Nineteenth Heaven? Where exactly is it?”

Mo Li Hong shook her head. “I…I don’t know. Saintess Su also came here suddenly, but she didn’t stay long. She was injured recently, and after recovering, she said she was going to the Nineteenth Heaven. As for where she went in the Nineteenth Heaven, I really don’t know, and I have no right to ask.”

Kai was silent for a moment, his purple eyes fixed on Mo Li Hong’s, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Mo Li Hong felt uneasy under his gaze, large beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her body involuntarily shrinking back.

“You’re not lying to me?” Kai’s voice was cold.

“No! Absolutely not!”

Mo Li Hong waved her hands repeatedly, her voice filled with an almost frantic urgency. “I’m telling the truth! Saintess Su really went to the Nineteenth Heaven! If there’s a single lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!”

Kai remained silent for a long time.

His face was expressionless, but Jiang Xuelan could see the complex emotions churning deep within his eyes.

There was disappointment, worry, and an inexplicable sense of relief.

Su Yuqi wasn’t dead.

She had gone to the Nineteenth Heaven.

As long as she was alive, they would definitely find her.

“Where is the upper sect of the Flame Demon lineage in the Nineteenth Heaven?” Kai asked.

Mo Lihong shook her head. “I…I really don’t know. The upper sect in the Nineteenth Heaven and the branch in the Eighteenth Heaven only have a one-way communication method. They can contact us, but we can’t contact them.”

Kai’s brows furrowed even more.

He didn’t know if Mo Lihong was telling the truth, but he could tell from Mo Lihong’s eyes that this person wasn’t lying.

He truly didn’t know.

Kai turned around, his purple eyes looking at Jiang Xuelan.

“Go to the Nineteenth Heaven.”

Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay.”

Kai led Jiang Xuelan out of the main hall, his purple eyes gazing at the distant horizon.

That was the direction of the Nineteenth Heaven.

It was also the direction where Su Yuqi was.

He didn’t look back at Mo Li Hong even once.

Mo Li Hong slumped in the main seat, drenched in sweat, his black eyes filled with the relief of surviving a near-death experience.

He hadn’t died.

Kai hadn’t killed him.

This gave him an indescribable sense of luck.

…

Kai and Jiang Xuelan left the far west and returned to Qingyun Cave Heaven.

Along the way, Kai remained silent, his purple eyes fixed on the distance, his gaze filled with a determination Jiang Xuelan had never seen before.

Jiang Xuelan also didn’t speak, simply following silently beside him.

She knew that at this moment, Kai didn’t need comfort or guidance; he just needed a quiet space to think about what to do next.

Back at Qingyun Cave Heaven, Kai went directly to the Enlightenment Cliff.

He sat cross-legged atop the cliff, his purple eyes gazing at the sky, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds, as if he could see the direction of the Nineteenth Heaven.

The Nineteenth Heaven.

That was the nineteenth level of the Heavenly Realm, more vast, more mysterious, and more dangerous than the Eighteenth Heaven.

The cultivators of the 19th Heaven are generally a level higher than those of the 18th Heaven. Golden Immortals are as common as dogs, and only those at the eighth rank of the Golden Immortal realm are truly top-tier experts.

With his first-rank Golden Immortal cultivation, he could roam freely in the 18th Heaven, but in the 19th Heaven, he would only be considered an ordinary cultivator.

But Kai didn’t care.

He possessed the power of chaos, the Great Luo Golden Scripture, the protection of a fully-formed Golden Body, and the seed of spatial laws.

He could kill anyone below the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal realm with a single sword strike.

He hadn’t fought anyone above the sixth rank, but he believed in himself.

Moreover, he had the Demon Suppression Tower.

The hundredfold increase in time flow within the tower, coupled with the massive resources he obtained from the Hall of Light and the Flame God Palace, allowed him to raise his cultivation to a higher level in a short time.

All he needed to do was prepare.

Prepare to face the challenge of the 19th Heaven.

…

Three days later, Kai stood before the mountain gate of Qingyun Cave Heaven.

Behind him stood Jiang Xuelan and Jade Void True Person.

Three hundred disciples stood neatly arranged in the square, their blue Daoist robes gleaming faintly in the morning light. Their longswords clinked gently at their waists.

A solemn expression graced their faces, their eyes gleaming with reluctance.

The sect leader was leaving.

To the Nineteenth Heaven.

“Mr. Chen, are you sure you want to go alone?”

Master Yuxu’s voice carried a hint of worry, “The Nineteenth Heaven is not like the Eighteenth Heaven; there are countless powerful figures there. It’s too dangerous for you to go alone.”

Kai nodded, “I’m sure. Master, I entrust the Azure Cloud Cave Heaven to you. Three hundred disciples are currently in seclusion, and they can’t be left unattended. If I have the opportunity, I will return.”

Master Yuxu was silent for a moment, a complex expression flashing in his aged eyes.

“Take care, Mr. Chen.”

Kai nodded, turned around, and gazed at the sky with his purple eyes.

“Let’s go.”

Jiang Xuelan walked to his side and took his hand.

The two of them took flight simultaneously, their figures transforming into two streaks of light that disappeared into the horizon.

Master Yuxu stood before the mountain gate, watching the two streaks of light disappear into the sky, a trace of melancholy flashing in his aged eyes.

Kai had gone to the Nineteenth Heaven.

He knew that once he left, Kai might never return, or he might forget them

.
The entrance to the Nineteenth

Heaven is located in the far north of the Eighteenth Heaven, accessible only by passing through a massive spatial rift.

This rift is extremely unstable, surrounded by raging spatial turbulence. Cultivators below the third rank of the Golden Immortal realm cannot approach it, or they will be torn to shreds by the turbulence.

But Kai and Jiang Xuelan are unfazed.

Kai possesses the power of chaos, the source of all elements and all laws. The laws of space are subservient to the power of chaos.

Jiang Xuelan possesses the power of the Ice God, which, while not as domineering as the power of chaos, is still powerful enough to withstand the erosion of the spatial turbulence.

The two landed on the icy plains of the far north. Silvery moonlight bathed the plains in a silvery glow.

The massive spatial rift hung in the air like an open eye, surging with raging spatial turbulence and emitting deafening roars.

Kai stared at the rift, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

“Ready?” he asked.

Jiang Xuelan nodded, a resolute glint in her icy blue eyes.

“Ready?”

Kai gripped Jiang Xuelan’s hand, and the two soared into the air, heading towards the spatial rift.

A violent spatial current surged towards them, attempting to tear them apart, but Kai unleashed the chaotic power within him, enveloping them in a gray light. The spatial current, before the chaotic power, was like a docile lamb, daring not to approach.

The two passed through the spatial rift and entered the nineteenth heaven.

A dense spiritual energy rushed towards them, several times denser than in the eighteenth heaven.

The sky in the nineteenth heaven was deep blue, and the sun was larger and brighter than in the eighteenth heaven, golden sunlight bathing the earth, illuminating the entire land.

In the distance were continuous mountain ranges, their peaks soaring into the clouds, covered with spiritual trees laden with spiritual fruits that shimmered with multicolored light under the sun.

A great river flowed from the mountains, its waters crystal clear, teeming with various spiritual fish, each emanating a faint spiritual aura.

What a blessed land!

Kai took a deep breath, his purple eyes gazing into the distance.

The Nineteenth Heaven.

He had arrived.

Su Yuqi, wait for him.

…

Meanwhile, in the Golden Crow Clan’s territory.

In the council hall, Wu Tianji suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his crimson-gold pupils.

His divine sense detected an unfamiliar aura appearing in the Nineteenth Heaven.

That aura contained a power he had never seen before, deep as an abyss, heavy as a mountain, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

The power of chaos.

A cold smile curved Wu Tianji’s lips.

” Kai, you’ve finally arrived.”

He stood up, his crimson-gold robe shimmering golden under the lamplight, his aura suddenly released, like a volcano about to erupt.

“Pass down the order: Kai has entered the nineteenth heaven. All races must immediately send out scouts to find his whereabouts.”

“Yes!” A Golden Crow Clan cultivator knelt on one knee, his voice carrying a chilling aura.

Wu Tianji walked to the window, gazing at the sky outside, a flash of killing intent in his crimson-gold eyes.

Kai, the nineteenth heaven is not the eighteenth heaven. This is not a place for you to run wild.

You’ve come, so don’t even think about leaving alive.

…

The moment Kai stepped out of the spatial rift, a spiritual energy several times denser than that of the eighteenth heaven rushed towards him, surging into his limbs and bones as if it were tangible.

Under the deep blue sky, a huge sun hung high, its golden rays bathing the vast earth, coating everything in a golden glow.

In the distance, mountains stretched endlessly, their peaks soaring into the clouds, their slopes shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

At the foot of the mountains lay an endless plain, covered with various spiritual plants, shimmering with iridescent colors under the sunlight.

A great river rushed out from the mountains, its waters crystal clear, revealing various spirit fish swimming within. Each fish emanated a faint spiritual energy, clearly indicating they were extremely precious spiritual creatures.

Jiang Xuelan stood beside Kai, her icy blue eyes scanning their surroundings with a hint of wariness.

“Is this the Nineteenth Heaven?” Her voice was soft, yet remarkably clear across the vast plains.

“Yes.” Kai nodded, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion. “It’s many times larger than the Eighteenth Heaven, and the concentration of spiritual energy is several times higher. Cultivating here is at least three times faster than in the Eighteenth Heaven.”

“No wonder cultivators in the Nineteenth Heaven are generally more powerful than those in the Eighteenth Heaven,” Jiang Xuelan remarked.

Kai didn’t reply; his divine sense had already expanded, covering an area of ​​several hundred miles.

The Nineteenth Heaven was an extremely vast region. Although his divine sense could cover several hundred miles, in this expansive land, several hundred miles was merely a small area.

Their divine sense swept across the landscape: mountains, rivers, plains, and hills, but no cities or villages.

“Let’s find a city to settle down in first,”

Kai said. “We need to understand the basic situation of the Nineteenth Heaven, find out Yuqi’s whereabouts, and also figure out the power distribution within the Nineteenth Heaven.”

Jiang Xuelan nodded.

The two determined their direction and flew southeast.

Kai sensed a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy in the southeast, which usually meant the existence of a large city or sect.

After flying for about an hour, Kai’s brow suddenly furrowed.

Someone was following them.

His divine sense detected an aura dozens of miles behind them. The aura was very weak; if he hadn’t cultivated the power of chaos and possessed extremely keen perception of his surroundings, he would never have been able to detect it.

The aura maintained a fixed distance, neither approaching nor moving away, clearly tracking them.

Kai remained calm and continued flying, but slightly changed direction, heading towards a dense primeval forest.

Jiang Xuelan noticed Kai’s change of direction and glanced at him with her icy blue eyes.

Kai shook his head slightly, signaling her not to speak and to continue flying with him.

The two flew into the primeval forest, weaving through the dense canopy.

Towering trees blocked out the sun, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled shadows on the ground.

The forest was filled with the scent of decaying leaves, mingled with the fragrance of various spirit trees, and occasionally the roars of demonic beasts could be heard from afar.

Kai’s divine sense remained locked on the tracking aura.

The aura had also followed into the forest, its speed undiminished, clearly confident in its concealment.

“Follow me,”

Kai whispered, pulling Jiang Xuelan’s hand, and suddenly accelerated, rapidly traversing the dense forest. His movements were incredibly agile, weaving and shifting among the trees as if walking on flat ground.

The pursuers behind him indeed sped up, closing in.

Kai’s lips curled into a cold smile.

He led Jiang Xuelan through a dense canopy of trees, suddenly stopping behind a massive ancient tree.

He completely shielded their presence with his chaotic power, as if they had vanished into thin air.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the canopy, looking around the forest with a puzzled expression.

It was a young man in a gray robe, with an ordinary, unremarkable face—the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd.

His cultivation was at the third rank of the Golden Immortal realm, his aura steady, clearly indicating specialized training in tracking.

“Where is he?” the young man muttered to himself, his gray eyes scanning the forest, his divine sense fully activated, but he detected no presence.

“Looking for me?”

a calm voice came from behind him.

The young man’s body stiffened abruptly, every hair on his body standing on end.

He instinctively tried to turn around, but a cold sword was already pressed against his neck.

Purple light flowed across the blade, radiating a chilling pressure.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword.

“Don’t move,” Kai’s voice remained calm. “Move, and you die.”

The young man’s face turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He could feel the power contained within the sword was enough to kill him instantly.

A third-grade Golden Immortal, he couldn’t even muster the thought of resistance before Kai, a first-grade Golden Immortal.

“You…who are you?”

The young man’s voice trembled. “I…I’m just an ordinary rogue cultivator, passing by, with no ill intentions.”

Kai remained silent.

He raised his left hand, and a stream of gray chaotic power shot from his fingertips, entering the young man’s body.

The young man’s body stiffened abruptly, his face contorted in extreme pain.

The chaotic power coursed through his body like a venomous snake, burrowing through his meridians, bringing excruciating pain with every step.

“Ah…”

The young man screamed, his body trembling violently, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot, looking utterly terrifying.

“I’ll ask you again,” Kai’s voice remained calm, “Who are you? Who sent you?”

The young man’s lips trembled, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

Kai’s left hand moved slightly, and the chaotic power suddenly contracted, exploding in the young man’s dantian.

“Ah!!!”

The young man let out an even more shrill scream, collapsing to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

In his dantian, the chaotic power was like a burning flame, raging through his spiritual energy, each burn bringing unbearable pain.

This pain was more terrifying than any torture.

The chaotic power directly affected the cultivator’s spiritual energy and meridians; it wasn’t just physical pain, but a agony from the depths of the soul.

“I…I’ll talk…” The young man’s voice was as weak as a mosquito’s buzz, his eyes filled with fear. “I…I’m a disciple of the Golden Crow Clan…the clan leader…the clan leader sent me to track you…”

Kai frowned slightly. “Golden Crow Clan? What’s the clan leader’s name?”

“Wu…Wu Tianji…” The young man’s voice grew weaker and weaker. “The clan leader said…that Kai has come to the Nineteenth Heaven…and ordered all spies…to find his whereabouts…and then report…” ”

Anything else?” Kai asked. “Besides tracking, what other orders were given?”

“No…nothing else…”

The young man shook his head. “I’m just…a low-level disciple…I don’t know much…the clan leader only said…find Kai’s whereabouts…don’t alert him…and then report…”

Kai was silent for a moment.

Judging from the man’s tone and expression, he wasn’t lying.

Golden Crow Clan, Wu Tianji.

It seemed that the Divine Race’s forces in the Nineteenth Heaven already knew of his arrival and had laid a trap.

“What other forces does your Divine Race have in the Nineteenth Heaven?” Kai asked.

“So many… many…”

the young man said with difficulty, “The Golden Crow Clan, the Thunder God Clan, the Holy Light Palace… and… and dozens of other forces, large and small… are all looking for you…”

A cold glint flashed in Kai’s eyes.

Dozens of forces were looking for him.

It seemed that news of his destruction of the Light Palace and the Flame God Palace in the Eighteenth Heaven had already reached the Nineteenth Heaven, causing panic among the gods.

“One last question,” Kai said, “Where is your Golden Crow Clan’s base?”

The young man gave a location, his voice growing weaker and weaker, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

After asking all his questions, Kai raised his hand and with a single stroke of his sword, ended the young man’s life.

Gray chaotic power surged from the Dragon Slayer Sword, completely incinerating the young man’s body, leaving no trace.

Jiang Xuelan stood to the side, a hint of solemnity in her icy blue eyes.

“The gods already know we’ve arrived,” she said.

“Hmm.” Kai nodded. “And they’re already looking for us. Dozens of divine forces have joined forces, laying a trap.”

“Then what do we do?”

Kai was silent for a moment, a thoughtful glint in his purple eyes.

“First, change your appearance and aura,”

he said. “Chaotic power can simulate any aura. I can convert your Ice God power aura into ordinary spiritual energy fluctuations. Your appearance can also be changed through subtle adjustments with spiritual power. Unless you look very closely, no one should be able to tell.”

Jiang Xuelan nodded.

The two found a secluded cave and began to change their appearance and aura.

Kai circulated his chaotic power, and the aura within his body began to change.

Chaotic power is the source of all elements, making it easy to simulate the aura of other attributes.

The gray chaotic power flowed within his body, gradually transforming into the aura of an ordinary first-grade Golden Immortal cultivator—balanced and peaceful, without anything special.

His appearance also changed.

Her purple eyes turned into ordinary black, and her cold, handsome face softened, making her look like an ordinary young cultivator who would blend into a crowd and go unnoticed.

Jiang Xuelan was also changing her aura.

The power of the Ice God slowly receded within her, and the icy blue light gradually disappeared, replaced by the aura of an ordinary third-grade Golden Immortal cultivator.

Her appearance also changed from stunningly beautiful to ordinary, though still relatively ordinary, and quite pretty.

“This should be fine,”

Kai nodded, looking at Jiang Xuelan. “As long as we don’t encounter a Grand Luo Golden Immortal level expert, no one should be able to see through our disguise.”