The air trembled, the temperature dropped drastically, and an unnamed fear blanketed every disciple present. No one dared to utter a prayer or activate a protective chant. They knew—no technique could shield them from the vortex. Not when its source was an existence beyond reason. "What is happening to the Eternal Lightning Lake?" That question echoed inside everyone’s mind. But no one dared to voice it aloud. Because they understood—whatever the answer was, it defied all logic. Some tried to activate personal defense formations. But the moment those formations came into contact with the pressure radiating from the vortex, they shattered like glass smashed onto stone. No one dared approach. They could only watch from afar, holding their breath, witnessing the slow destruction of the sacred place that had long symbolized the strength of their bloodline. Inside the main palace, Xiao Jian, who sat among the clan’s esteemed guests, closed his eyes. He saw everything. With his divine s

“Hahaha, don’t look so dumb!” Leihuo Dashi’s voice echoed with satisfaction—far too much satisfaction. “This god has already proven his words, so don’t act surprised. Now, you’d better put on your clothes before your naked body becomes a public sight!” His voice carried a teasing tone, turning the heavy atmosphere into something slightly irritating. It was like lightning grinning or a storm holding back its thunder just to deliver a smug remark. “Damn it…” Xiao Tian muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t angry. He understood that while Leihuo Dashi’s methods were over-the-top, the results were worth it. Without this massive power boost, he might not survive the trials to come—trials far more dangerous than anything he had faced before. With a wave of his hand, clothing appeared on Xiao Tian’s body once more. His robe reformed seamlessly, without a single wrinkle or tear—perfect, as if woven back together by invisible hands. The multicolored energy that had wrapped around his b

Xiao Tian walked alongside Xiao Yue through the inner pathways of the Xiao Clan. Their steps were calm, yet there was an invisible shift in the air surrounding them—something that felt different. Occasionally, they passed open training grounds, where the sounds of clashing weapons and bursts of lightning collided with the intense focus of young disciples. In the formation courtyard, several Elders were inspecting the stability of the runes and formation lines. But as soon as they noticed the presence of the two figures, their activities subtly slowed. Their movements continued, yet their eyes occasionally glanced sideways, quietly observing from the corners of their vision. The towering stone gates they passed stood still, etched with divine lightning symbols that glowed faintly, as if aware of Xiao Tian's presence. In the past—before his identity was revealed—if he had walked like this beside Xiao Yue, many of the younger generation in the Xiao Clan would have silently cursed him,

Now it was Xiao Yue who shook her head. Her face slightly tensed, a faint trace of loss showing. The answer did not come immediately, as if it needed a pause to avoid wounding the honor of the ancestor being spoken of. “The third ancestor is no longer with us. He was killed by a member of the previous Galaxy Ruler. Fortunately, the third ancestor had an only son. Although his son didn’t care much about the Clan, he always showed up when the Clan faced serious trouble. But after he had a son, and that son grew up, the third ancestor’s son disappeared—and never returned. Even when the previous Galaxy Ruler returned to make trouble for the Xiao Clan again, he did not come back.” The final sentence lingered in the air. There was a pause that couldn’t be avoided. Xiao Yue didn’t lower her head, but her expression changed. Not from fear or anger, but from memories that couldn’t be explained with simple logic. She realized that history wasn’t always recorded in ink, and some parts of the p

A calm sound echoed as a wave of power flowed from Xiao Tian’s hand, yet it carried no pressure. The light that enveloped the objects was not blinding, but a radiant glow of true power—organized and refined, hinting that these items did not come from places reachable by mere fame or the name of a clan. The pure pills did not emit any scent, yet the aura they released made the walls of the room gently tremble, as if the very structure of the hall recognized the presence of something beyond its level. Xiao Yue stood frozen in place. Her gaze didn’t shift for even a second from the heap of treasures now laid out before her. Some golden-engraved symbols even began to float slowly in the air, as if welcoming their new master. Yet Xiao Tian remained calm, as though everything he had just handed over were nothing more than ordinary objects. There was no hesitation on his face, nor a hint of showiness. He simply stood there, like someone long accustomed to holding command over such power.