Everyone watched as a dark blue dragon coiled in the sky. That circle of energy expanded slowly like an endless vortex. From the center of that vortex, the form of a dark blue dragon emerged. When the dark blue dragon appeared, the pressure from the dozens of massive mountains vanished entirely. It was as if time itself halted to make way for the dragon’s presence. Nothing moved anymore. The mountains stood still in the sky, unmoving in the slightest. Even sound disappeared. Everything was frozen. It wasn’t just the massive mountains that were held in place. The entire realm stopped. Dimensional flow ceased, the pulse of time stood still. The heartbeats of the Elders, disciples, and even their enemies seemed to slow down. RHOOAAR!!! BOOM!!! The dark blue dragon opened its mouth. From within its massive throat emerged an invisible sonic wave, yet its destructive force was absolute. The wave shot toward the sky, touching the dozens of mountains frozen in mid-air. In an inst

Xiao Zhanfeng stood in the center of the black floor, his body upright, his breath slowly returning to steady. Yet beneath that calm exterior, hidden chaos stirred. His eyes stared ahead, but unfocused. Not from loss, nor from regret, but from the pain that continued to gnaw beneath his handsome face. With a single hand gesture, he formed a special seal. The seal glowed blood-red, like an ancient curse inscribed with the blood of a sacred beast. His face changed. Not an ordinary change, not an illusion technique. Faint cracks appeared on the surface of his handsome face, then slowly shifted, revealing a false layer peeling back to expose the horrifying truth beneath. His skin was decayed, dark like burnt charcoal. Burns stretched from his temple to his chin, flaking off like dead stone-like flesh. His flesh appeared to be melting, blackened and gently pulsating, as if every strand of tissue within it carried an unfulfilled grudge. That wound was no ordinary wound. It was an eter

After they arrived at the Xiao branch clan territory, the sky rippled once more. Two more warships shot in from the opposite direction and appeared beside the warship of the Leader of the Eternal Shadow Dragon Pavilion. The first warship had a pitch-black design, surrounded by dark blue flames dancing along its hull. It was the warship of the Villa of a Thousand Dark Flames. The second towered high, built with gleaming golden structures, and at its peak stood a giant bell that emitted a barely audible resonance—but one that shook dimensions. It was the warship of the Golden Bell Pavilion. Among the seven top powers in the Starry Sky Realm—aside from the Xiao branch clan—only four remained, as the other three had already been annihilated by the Leader of the Eternal Shadow Dragon Pavilion and the Master of the Villa of a Thousand Star Hearts. After they docked, the main courtyard was opened. Not long after, a middle-aged man stepped out from behind the main palace. His figure was u

The Leader of the Eternal Shadow Dragon Pavilion did not answer directly. However, through a voice transmission that only Xiao Tian could hear, his reply came firmly. “Young friend, make them suffer! Don’t worry, I’ll guarantee your safety!” Xiao Tian gave a light nod. “Elder, I trust you.” After saying that, Xiao Tian stepped slowly into the wider courtyard. Each of his steps echoed amid the tense silence. He stared straight at the young men and women already standing in formation, ready to attack. “Come at me together.” His voice echoed without pressure, yet that was exactly what caused them to erupt in anger. “Bastard!” A roar of rage echoed from more than thirty disciples. They surged toward Xiao Tian without waiting for further orders, their auras merging into a wave of intense pressure. But just as they closed in, only a few meters away, his aura exploded! BAANG!!! A terrifying blast erupted from Xiao Tian’s body, like a thunderstorm that shattered the space around hi

Above the high clouds stood a small palace that appeared simple. Yet, this was no ordinary palace. Its design was unassuming, but its presence shook the universe. It radiated an immense power, as if every particle of air around it carried an invisible pressure. In fact, the palace was nearly impossible to approach for anyone below the Supreme Divine Emperor realm. Not because of barriers or guards, but because its limits defied logic—as if space and time themselves refused to submit within its domain. The sky above the palace was different. Unlike other skies that showed only a scattering of stars within a limited view, above these clouds, one could see billions of stars shining in eternity. Not only that, eight galaxies stretched trillions of miles away were visible as though just inches from the eye. The light of each galaxy merged in the sky above the palace, like a frameless painting crafted by the universe itself. This small palace was not empty. It was not an abandoned place o