"Now, tell your master the truth. Don’t wait until the other Clan Elders summon you—and execute your brother and father for what they’ve done to Xiao Wei.” Her tone was sharp, but not emotional. She wasn’t angry—she was laying justice on the table, asking Xiao Lian to choose for herself whether she would sit as a witness or become part of the crime. Hearing this, Xiao Lian clenched her fists. Her fingers trembled slightly. She was deeply torn about what to do. But she also couldn’t let this continue unchecked. She still remembered the pile of corpses that formed a hill inside her father’s private chamber. Those weren’t just random victims. They were selected. Their blood had been drained, then infused into Xiao Wei’s body. So that Xiao Wei not only recovered—but became even stronger. Xiao Lian didn’t envy her brother’s growing strength. But she couldn’t accept the method their father used to restore that power. It wasn’t just disagreement—there was something inside her that was gen

As Xiao Tian soared through the sky, at another height stood three figures. They were none other than his father, Xiao Jian, along with Xiao Hu and Xiao Qinyan. The three of them stood in silence high above the clouds, calmly hovering like three guardian stars of the Clan. They did not speak, but their presence alone acted like an invisible barrier, protecting the innermost part of the Xiao Clan. The transparent formation that covered the entire territory did not block their view of Xiao Tian, who grew more distant by the second. Xiao Qinyan kept his gaze fixed on Xiao Tian. His look was not just observant—it was filled with restrained tension. Then he spoke, his voice heavy but not explosive. “Brother, is it truly unnecessary to protect him from the shadows?” Xiao Jian shook his head. His movement was calm, yet firm. “No. Let him grow on his own.” His answer was brief—neither rushed nor cold—but enough to cut through any impulse to protect the boy too much. Every word carried the

Xiao Tian visited one of the teleportation services, because if he chose to fly, with his current strength, it might take a hundred years just to reach the Heavenly Body Galaxy. And if he aimed for the Celestial Sword Galaxy, it would take three hundred years. Xiao Tian couldn’t afford to waste that much time. His steps were calm as he entered a building that looked ordinary from the outside, but inside was filled with complex formations that could only be understood by high-level formation experts. The inner walls were decorated with invisible patterns that continuously shifted, as if responding to the flow of time and space around the structure. The room was filled with streams of light that floated like illusory threads, linking one symbol to another, forming an unbroken weave that resembled the fabric of the universe. Each strand of light carried a soft pulse of energy, but anyone with knowledge of formations could sense the terrifying depth hidden beneath its beauty. When X

Xiao Tian descended, gliding through the thin clouds that hung over the mountain peak, then flew toward Chang’an City. The sky above the city appeared clear and open, but he could feel a boundary formation that filtered the flow of external aura. As his body passed through the first layer of the formation, a light fluctuation brushed against his skin, as if scanning the presence and intent of anyone attempting to enter the city. But just as he entered, his movement halted when a piercing cry echoed from the southwest side of the city. “Please let me go! I’m not for sale!” The voice of a young child echoed through the bustling city. A sound that had no place in such a magnificent place. There was fear in the tone—but also courage, layered with deep despair. Xiao Tian immediately turned his gaze toward the sound. When he saw the source, his brows furrowed. Because he saw many young children and girls locked inside iron cages. The cages weren’t randomly placed. They were neatly arra

"The Black Desert Organization? Why are you bringing children and young girls out in broad daylight like this?" Xiao Tian’s voice was calm. No raised tone, no explosive anger. Yet within that calmness was a pressure—piercing, crushing, and judging. A voice that could tense the air and halt any step. The three men fell silent for a moment, exchanging glances. Hesitation surfaced between them, an awkwardness they couldn't hide. One of them moved his tongue as if to explain, but his face was still clouded with confusion. His lips parted, but no clear words came out. "Looks like you’re not a resident of Chang’an City, nor a regular visitor here, or else you’d know how things work." The man finally spoke. His tone carried mockery, like someone who believed he knew better just because he had lived long among filth. But more obvious than his mockery was his condescension—a pride stemming from false safety under the name of their organization. "Still, since you’ve killed one of our members,