Leihuo Dashi laughed uproariously inside Xiao Tian’s dantian realm. The laughter didn’t just echo—it layered upon itself, like thunderous waves shaking the depths of Xiao Tian’s internal space. Each burst struck the edges of his consciousness, causing his breath to grow heavy despite his still body. He felt deeply satisfied by it all. “Hahaha, this is now a bit comparable to what Xiao Jian did. But I can only give you ten percent of this divine energy— the rest I must store from the purified lake water. Xiao Tian can’t yet contain this much divine power.” That voice reverberated powerfully in his dantian world, making the energy flow inside his body quake violently. His previously stable dantian surged like it had swallowed a massive tsunami. The energy streams that had run like gentle rivers now became storm waves battering his insides. His body felt like a mountain still rumbling after an eruption. Fine cracks formed around the walls of his dantian—not from weakness, but from the

Xiao Tian was also ready to leave. His steps had already begun, but before he could go far, his movement was halted. Someone appeared right in front of him. He was stopped by his father. Xiao Jian stood calmly, his posture upright but without any oppressive aura. There was no eruption of power, no intimidation. But everyone present knew that the gentle pressure filling the air was the presence of someone who could not be ignored. In Xiao Jian’s eyes, there was no force, no demand—only hope. The hope of a father for his son. Xiao Jian asked him to stay a few more days in the Clan. Xiao Tian did not refuse. There was no protest. He nodded lightly. After all, he also wanted to enjoy the sights of the Xiao Clan, which were rarely seen by outsiders. Layered mountains, sky-reaching pillars made of luminous stone, and a sky that seemed to shine with a different hue. However, there was one thing he wanted to say. A request he had held in his heart, but could no longer keep hidden. “Tian’