While the atmosphere was still thick with tension, without warning, the entire Starry Sky Heritage World trembled violently. It was as if the earth itself roared from its core. Thunderous rumbles echoed from all directions, striking the ears like thousands of bolts of lightning erupting at once. The once-still wind began to howl—not carrying coolness but tearing through the air with force, ripping the sky apart as it began to change color. The ground shook like a giant stirring beneath it. Massive cracks spread from the ends of valleys to the peaks of towering mountains, shattering the stability of what once seemed eternal terrain. The air turned hot, sharp like needles slicing into the lungs. Every breath carried pressure—not from a technique or someone's power, but from something greater. Something that felt like it came from the will of the heavens themselves. Clouds gathered into a dark vortex in the sky. The color wasn’t just stormy—it was the shade of death drifting slowly f

“Young Miss, please don’t take such a risk. It’s better to go through the Gate of Life. It’s been proven safe. The Starry Sky Inheritance is far too rare—perhaps it doesn’t even appear once in two thousand years. If you miss this, there may never be another chance.” His tone conveyed sincere concern. He wasn’t just a subordinate. He was one of the few who still dared to speak up with courage amidst such a heavy atmosphere. But Xiao Lian simply shook her head slowly. There was no doubt in her eyes. “You don’t need to worry. If I fail, it only means I’m not worthy yet. I won’t regret it.” Her voice carried a firmness that left no room for argument. Before anyone could reply, her body moved. Her robe fluttered gently, her hair streamed behind her, and the aura around her fused with the wind as she flew straight toward the gate marked ‘Death.’ Everyone held their breath. But what happened was different from before. There was no scream. No body thrown back. No spray of blood. No fire

As Xiao Lian's steps had yet to fully stabilize amidst her resurgence, and her breath still intertwined with the golden world's aura, the light from the 'death' gate surged violently once more. BUZZ— A powerful tremor swept across the golden land. The previously serene air quivered under the energy waves emanating from the dark gate that had earlier accepted Xiao Lian. Now, with a vortex of dark light intermingled with divine radiance, three figures emerged from within. Xiao Rui, Xiao Zimo, and Xiao Yue. However, their emergence starkly contrasted with Xiao Lian's earlier return. There was no tranquility, no honor—only the aftermath of a journey through a concealed hell within that gate. Xiao Rui appeared in a dire state. His battle robe was torn, revealing bruised and bleeding skin. His body bore numerous injuries, and his breath was ragged as if he had narrowly escaped being buried alive. His legs wavered upon touching the golden ground, yet sheer willpower kept him upright

Not a single person moved. Not a single voice spoke. Everyone now gazed at the golden pillar not with mere awe, but with reverence—with realization. That before them stood not just a symbol of immortality, but a path to true destiny. A path only for those willing to risk everything—even their pride and self-belief. Xiao Tian's expression remained calm. But everyone could see, in the stillness, a light ignited within his eyes. There were no cheers. No commentary. Only rising tension, as the awareness spread that the true trial had just begun. But before anyone could step forward, a sarcastic voice shattered the silence. "You all can carve your names first. Consider it a gift for those from the lower realms," Xiao Rui scoffed. Yet his voice no longer carried the weight it once had. Even his mockery felt hollow. The arrogance in his tone had already been eroded by the truth everyone had just witnessed. No one responded. Not a single person cared to engage. Even the geniuses from majo

Just as that thought faded, Long Hotian stepped forward. There was no arrogant aura, no piercing gaze. He walked like any ordinary youth taking a stroll in a quiet park. But the moment he shot into the sky, the atmosphere changed completely. The air rippled as if welcoming a hidden power within him. His body soared like an arrow, cutting through the sky without resistance. Fifty meters passed. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. And soon, he surpassed one hundred meters with little difficulty. Each of his steps through the air seemed guided by an unshakable fate. When he reached ninety-eight meters, the pressure finally revealed its fangs. The air grew thick, and Long Hotian’s expression shifted slightly. But his gaze remained steady. In an instant, his body was engulfed in blazing red energy. His hair turned crimson, and his scorching aura surged. The energy of his bloodline exploded flawlessly, smashing through the pressure that tried to halt him. The golden pillar trembled faintly, respon