The Blood Roses moved as one through the towering bamboo canopy, their figures weaving between the swaying green pillars with speed that would have been impossible for ordinary cultivators.Yet, despite how fast they were moving, their pace was ultimately dictated by one person—Delvan. He was the slowest among them, bound by the limits of the Newborn Realm, and to maintain formation, the others had no choice but to match his speed.It was not an easy pace to sustain.Their bodies burned through stamina, their mana circulated continuously to reinforce movement, balance, and perception. The strain was evident—yet not equal among them.Vesta and Daku moved almost effortlessly, their reserves vast and their control refined to a terrifying degree. Venak followed closely behind, his breathing steady, his movements precise.Du Shiye, though slightly taxed, maintained composure. And then there was Delvan—sweat clinging to his skin, breath growing heavier with each passing minute, yet still pu

After some minutes, high above the towering expanse of colossal trunk trees, Vesta soared through the vast canopy in the form of a radiant cyan falcon. His wings sliced cleanly through the currents, leaving behind faint streaks of shimmering light as the dense air parted around him.The further he traveled, the more the environment began to shift—subtly at first, then undeniably.“Mmh… it really is like another world on this side of the Celestial Sphere,” Vesta thought, his sharp golden eyes scanning everything below with piercing precision.The bamboo groves had long vanished behind him. In their place stood ancient trees—massive, thick, and gnarled—stretching skyward like pillars that upheld the heavens themselves.Their canopies were so dense that sunlight filtered through in fractured beams, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor far below. The air itself felt heavier, thicker, as if saturated with a deeper, more ancient form of mana.Then—His gaze sharpened.“...What is

Among the demonic cultivators, the one who had been speaking—clearly their leader—finally leaped down from atop his Tri-Venom Abyssal Tiger.His descent was heavy, deliberate, his bare feet slamming into the ground with a dull, echoing thud that rippled faintly through the already corrupted earth.Above, hidden within the dense canopy, Vesta did not move an inch.He remained perfectly still, his presence erased so completely that even the surrounding mana seemed unaware of him. His golden eyes simply watched, sharp and calculating, as everything unfolded below.The man slowly crouched, his movements controlled but tense. Before him lay what remained of the beast Vesta had killed.Ash.Barely anything more.Even the ashes themselves were sparse, as if they had been further consumed after death. The cyan flames had left nothing behind—no bone, no flesh, no trace of what once was.He reached out, letting the remnants sift through his fingers. Then he brought his hand closer, sniffing lig

Evden stood before the raging sea of cyan flames, his gaze locked onto their brilliance as he slowly dismounted from the Tri-Venom Tiger. The beast growled lowly beneath him, its three tails swaying uneasily as even it seemed wary of the inferno ahead.Evden stepped forward, each footfall deliberate, the ground beneath him still warm and scorched from the spreading heat.The closer he moved, the heavier the air became. Heat pressed against his skin like an invisible force, suffocating, relentless.Beads of sweat began forming along his temples, trailing slowly down the sides of his face. Yet still, he pushed forward—his eyes narrowing, studying, analyzing.Then—he stopped.Not by choice, but by instinct.A single step more, and even he understood—he would be stepping into danger he could not easily withdraw from.The heat here was no longer tolerable; it was oppressive, invasive, as though the flames themselves were alive and aware of his presence.“This…” Evden muttered, his voice lo

As they stood there in the clearing, the air still humming with vitality and the grass swaying gently beneath their feet, each of them began digesting the plan Venak had just laid out.The idea of turning entire factions against each other within an unknown prison realm was not something to take lightly—yet none of them rejected it outright.If anything, there was a quiet excitement simmering beneath their calm expressions.It was then that Du Shiye suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.“Brother Venak,” he said, his tone measured, “as Vesta mentioned earlier… at the location where he appeared on the other side, the air there was filled with necrotic mana… and also demonic mana.”Vesta, who was still half-lounging on the grass, lazily raised a hand.“Yes, I did mention that,” he confirmed.Shiye nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing in thought.“Then we should assume that wherever we enter from—especially the western side as Brother Venak suggested—the environmental conditions might be s