Xiao Tian clenched his fists, his heart stirred upon hearing the name of the Heavenly Sword Galaxy. He longed to go there—to see his elder sister. A sister, in the truest sense of the word, to Xiao Tian. “Sister, I’m now at the center of the Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy. I promise I’ll come to meet you soon in the Heavenly Sword Galaxy,” he vowed inwardly. His gaze hardened. Not from ambition. But from a promise left unfulfilled. A vow he had kept since the day they parted ways. A promise he never spoke aloud, but one that lived in every step he had taken. Hua Jingmi observed Xiao Tian still in a daze. She assumed he was stunned by the gift. She had no idea what was truly going on in his mind. She didn’t know that in his silence, the young man was reopening the deepest corners of his memories. Memories that no one else could see, yet shaped every decision and courage he now possessed. “Young master, are you ready to subdue the Galaxy Sword?” she asked respectfully. For even though

The wave of energy from eight directions merged into the center of Xiao Tian’s body. Each stream of energy carried its own unique nature. Each brought with it the pressure and laws of its origin galaxy. But now, all of them were absorbed. Pulled in. Compressed. Fused into a single core. His dantian became the center. And that center exploded. BAANG!!! The limits within his body cracked. The deepest pressure that had long been hidden shattered. Layer upon layer of divine energy emerged. Not merely rising—but erupting. Thunderous sounds filled every inch of that subconscious realm, and their tremors pierced through the imaginary dimension. But they felt real, striking deep into his nerves and core awareness. At last, Xiao Tian broke through the limit. From rank eight of the Demi-God Realm, he now stepped into rank nine. In the martial arena, Xiao Tian still hovered in the air, his body upright like a central pillar of the heavens, gripping the hilt of the Galaxy Sword with one hand.

In the martial arena, Xiao Tian had successfully subdued the Galaxy Sword. After taming it, he cupped his hands toward Hua Jingmi. The gesture was firm, without a trace of hesitation. Within that stance lay genuine respect—not one forged or forced. “Senior, thank you for the gift.” “Young master is too polite. I’m just glad you truly like it,” Hua Jingmi replied with a gentle smile, her eyes still evaluating Xiao Tian from every angle. Her smile did not waver, yet her eyes couldn’t hide the deep analysis within. That gaze seemed to peel away the layers of mystery surrounding the young man. Not out of suspicion—but from an uncontrollable curiosity. Xiao Tian had surpassed the bounds that most young geniuses never even approached, and the way he did it defied conventional logic. But just as Xiao Tian was about to ask Hua Jingmi something, the surroundings changed. He found himself in another world. No arena. No sky of the Xiao Clan. Only a tranquil void filled with energy he couldn’

Upon hearing Xiao Jian’s words, everyone became exhilarated. They immediately began to eat the dishes before them. They bowed their heads slightly in respect before tasting, then started chewing slowly. A moment later, a stunning scene unfolded. After consuming the fish said to be from the Cosmic Sea, everyone experienced a breakthrough. The divine energy within the fish was incredibly rich and miraculous. Their bodies absorbed it without resistance. The energy flowed, spreading from the core of their dantians to the tips of their pores. They broke through without having to comprehend the difficult martial paths as usual. Thin lights began to emerge from the bodies of elders, disciples, and even foreign guests. Their auras surged in silence. No one shouted. No one cheered. Yet everyone knew exactly what was happening. They were all experiencing a simultaneous breakthrough. Some couldn’t hide the overwhelming surge of their auras. In one corner of the hall, a disciple from the Easte

As the tension gradually faded and they had made the decision to focus on strengthening their forces, the banquet resumed. Warmth slowly filled the grand hall. Light conversations began to flow among the powerful cultivators from various Sects and Clans. The intoxicating aroma of extraordinary food still lingered in the air. The attendants were once again busy serving additional dishes, while the guests returned to their seats to enjoy an atmosphere filled with honor and respect. Some of them began to smile softly, responding to light jokes shared by old friends or rare allies. The previously tense atmosphere had shifted into something more serene, though it never lost its sense of caution. Even as the ripples of powerful auras still lingered faintly, they chose to embrace them as a reminder of their purpose—rather than as a threat that shackled the mind. Xiao Jian had said all this on purpose. Most people had become too comfortable living in peace. It was time they worked harder. H