Meanwhile, far below her, Xiao Tian had already arrived in the city of Chang’an. His steps were unhurried. Yet each movement carried sharp awareness. After walking around for quite some time, the impression he gathered became clear: this city had no ruler. There was not a single leader directing the course of life. The city streets were bustling with merchants, but there were no signs of binding authority. No symbols of power, no banners flying high. Everything functioned under an unspoken law born from fear and self-interest. The merchants relied solely on the protection of the Four Directions Sect—but even that was no absolute guarantee. Protection was given only if payment was made. If not, they would not be disturbed, but neither would they be saved. They lived in a system without a system. A form of uncertainty that had been left to take root. A fragile balance that could collapse at any time from a single malicious intent strong enough. However, Xiao Tian did not care much

Everyone widened their eyes. A cold chill began to seep into their bodies, entering through the pores and stabbing straight into the bones. They watched as the razor-sharp tip of the chain shattered upon striking Xiao Tian’s chest. It wasn’t blocked. It wasn’t deflected. It completely shattered—like glass struck by a hammer. “Not good! Attack together!” the rank-six True Deity immediately stepped back. His face turned pale. His breathing became rapid—not from exhaustion, but from fear that crawled from his spine down to his veins. He didn’t dare act recklessly, so the other six didn’t just stand by. They instantly summoned their own black chains. The sound of chains cutting through the air created a screech that tore through the ears, as if the world itself protested the existence of those weapons. That screech was more than just noise—it was a kind of mystical pressure that hit the ears and crept into consciousness. Especially the rank-seven True Deity—his black chain was disti

Sparks of lightning danced wildly, forming the dimensional boundaries that trapped the six men within a world completely ruled by Xiao Tian. They were no longer humans—but small insects caught in a space that knew no mercy. This space was unlike any ordinary place. The sky cracked under the constant lightning strikes that exploded without pause, as if the heavens were screaming under a force that didn’t belong in the mortal realm. Lightning pillars stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, creating an energy prison thousands of miles wide that defied logic. Even the smallest spark from those walls could melt space, hissing like a wound constantly scorched. Those walls of energy seemed alive. They fused with Xiao Tian’s will, moving with his intentions, adjusting shape and pressure according to his desire. A single step forward would trigger a storm. A single offensive move would summon thousands of lightning bolts from every direction. There was nowhere to hide. No way out

Several formation flags began to be placed throughout Xiao Tian’s room. Although he was only at the Semi-Deity realm, his mastery over formation techniques could not be underestimated—even by Immortal Gods. The flags were not only positioned at the four corners of the room, but also on the ceiling, beneath the floor, and even in a hidden spot near the window. He lifted part of the floorboard using a special seal that could only be sensed by high-level soul perception, then inserted a small flag etched with runes. Every placement was precise—there was not a single gap. The room transformed. No breeze came through the window cracks, no sound entered from outside—only a silence that felt sculpted from the void. After finishing the placement of the formation flags, Xiao Tian began forming hand seals. The flags glowed faintly, enveloping his entire room. The light was so dim it couldn’t be seen by ordinary eyes, but the power radiating from it penetrated the dimensions of space and time.

Goye swallowed hard, his tongue nearly stiff, then tried to take a deep breath to steady his erratic heartbeat. Silence hung in the air like the calm before a storm. It took several breaths before he finally spoke—soft but clear. “Holy Elder, the headquarters of the Black Desert organization was attacked... everyone there was slaughtered. Even the leader couldn’t escape the disaster.” WHOOSSHH!!! Just as Goye finished speaking, a loud sound tore through the air, and a vortex of space appeared in the center of the room. It wasn’t just a disturbance in energy—but a real tear in the dimension. Dark light blurred around it, swirling like a vortex of death that devoured the world, and then a rip appeared in midair—like a curtain forcefully pulled open by an unmatched force. From within the rift, someone stepped out. He didn’t leap or float—he simply appeared, as if real and unreal at the same time. The figure wore a long, dark robe and a mask that completely covered his face. No