Xiao Jian stared sharply at Xiao Tian. His thoughts raged. "There's no mistake... That's the Demon Dao Emperor's sword. The first human in the ancient era to reach the peak of true immortality. He slaughtered all the Heavenly Daos and ultimately fell after killing the Dao themselves. Because of his defiance, he became known as the Demon Dao Emperor. And that sword... that sword looks exactly like the one described in the ancient records I found in the cosmic sea, on the border of the Eight Galaxies and the Ninth Galaxy." His eyes narrowed. His body remained motionless, but the pressure he had contained for thousands of years began to seep from his back, ready to be unleashed if necessary. But he knew—this wasn’t the time to act. It was the time to understand who Xiao Tian truly was and how he could possibly awaken that sword. The colossal black silhouette spread its arms. Its movements were slow, but their impact felt like they crushed the universe. Standing over three hundred thous

Xiao Leng let out a pained roar as the artifact spirit of the Hell King Sword was devoured by the mysterious rusted sword’s spirit. His scream echoed throughout the entire arena, reverberating into the sky, now darkened by the earlier explosion. His soul's aura trembled violently, and his body was forced back several steps in midair. Both hands clutched his chest tightly, but there was nothing he could do to stop the horrifying process. His divine energy and blood shook. The meridians in his body felt like they were boiling, as if being drawn out and wrung from the deepest core of his being. He did not lose consciousness, but his body lost its sense of control. The connection between him and the sword was forcibly severed—not just spiritual damage, but the complete suppression of the will of a weapon he had bonded with for life. Within half an hour, the red silhouette vanished, and the black silhouette still stood tall. The black flames covering its form gradually dimmed, but it rem

All the Elders of the Xiao Clan were left stunned. None of them had expected Xiao Tian to be capable of altering the clan’s most treasured technique. Even mastering the original Lightning-Fire Lotus had only been possible for four individuals throughout the clan’s long history—but Xiao Tian not only mastered it, he transformed it. And this transformation wasn’t just a mere modification—it was a complete elevation, something unprecedented in the history of the Xiao Clan. Their hearts surged with emotion. What they witnessed was not merely technical brilliance—it was a breakthrough that changed Xiao Tian’s standing in the eyes of the entire clan. He was no longer just a genius. He had become a rebuilder of legacy. The Lightning-Fire Lotus, strengthened by the Phoenix’s feathers, shot toward Xiao Leng. If he didn’t surrender, he would be reduced to ashes. Yet Xiao Leng didn’t utter a word of surrender. Just as the devastating lotus attack neared and the aura of destruction became unbe

Xiao Wen’s body trembled slightly. His legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the ground. The pressure hadn’t fully subsided, yet his tongue had already spoken words he never imagined he would say. Words of submission. Words that admitted he no longer had the power to demand anything. BUZZ!!! The space before him quivered, as though being torn apart by suffocating dimensional pressure. The once-invisible spatial rift distorted, forming a sharp, trembling vortex in the air. In an instant, a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air, without any prior sign of arrival. No lightning. No chime. Only a force that sliced through space, as if the world itself resisted hosting his presence. The man’s face was calm, showing almost no expression. But his gaze was razor-sharp—like the edge of a blade that had never dulled. It was filled with disdain. Filled with judgment that could not be hidden. His eyes pierced straight at Xiao Wen, like knives stripping away every layer of pride. There was no room

The spectators sitting in rows across the stands watched the scene unfold with rising curiosity. But not a single one dared to ask questions. No one was foolish enough to try and peek into the divine rings using their spiritual consciousness. They knew the consequences. They knew that in front of Xiao Jian, such reckless acts would only result in death before they could even realize what had happened. After the prizes had been distributed, one by one, the honored guests from various galaxies began to rise. The atmosphere shifted again. All eyes turned to a single point. The previously calming buzz was now filled with a sense of anticipation and reverence that lingered in the air. A middle-aged woman appeared at the center of the honor stage. Her age may have passed the bloom of youth, yet the aura she radiated left many people stunned. Her steps were calm, unassuming, yet every movement carried a grace that mesmerized the gaze. She wore a special robe that wasn’t flashy but quietly