At first, Xiaoxiao had indeed intended to push Xiao Tian’s growth by placing him under constant threat—challenging him with stronger enemies, forcing him to dig out his true strength, compelling his tactics and intelligence to surface naturally. But she had forgotten one thing—Xiao Tian was not a seeker of conflict. He did not act to hunt enemies but to protect. He did not hold grudges; he merely extended a hand to anyone touched by his gaze.And once the Black Desert organization lost its fangs, Xiao Tian no longer cared. To him, time was too precious to waste on something that no longer posed a threat.After paying the teleportation fee, Xiao Tian stepped into the formation circle. The energy around him shifted instantly. The wind of space began to stir—not like ordinary wind, but more like the hiss of dimensions brushing against ancient laws. The ancient symbols at the base of the formation began to glow, one by one, following a complex sequence impossible for ordinary minds to gra

Xiao Tian observed the building from a distance. It was the only structure standing amidst an endless stretch of forest. But what surprised him was that, despite being alone in the vast wilderness, the building was crowded with visitors. Powerful figures and groups hovered densely around the area, like rare flocks drawn to a massive magnetic force. Most of them arrived using flying vehicles, sacred artifacts, or seated atop silver and blue sky beasts. Their auras signaled high-level strength, yet they still showed reverence as they approached the structure. Some even dismounted from their mounts and walked slowly through the air, bowing respectfully toward the main gate. Not a single one of them acted carelessly. Even their flying vessels slowed down automatically upon entering the outer perimeter of the building, as if an invisible field compelled them to behave with discipline. Groups in ceremonial robes, long cloaks, and even mysterious figures with hidden faces moved in synchron

The name “Celestial Pavilion” was too grand to underestimate. Their existence was like a silent night sky heavy with pressure. They didn’t need to dominate territory—because their name alone formed an invisible wall of power. A name that walked amid emptiness, feared by those who understood what true supremacy meant without uttering a word.One name, one vibration. Without showing symbols or tracing origins, the Celestial Pavilion had become an untouchable emblem of supremacy. They spoke little—and because of that, their silence echoed far wider. Xiao Tian recorded it all in his mind. This was not a place to take lightly.His footsteps did not slow, but his thoughts raced faster than before. He silently noted every corner of the hall, every ornament arrangement, even the standing positions of the Pavilion’s caretakers. He understood a power like this held more than entry rules. It maintained balance.Xiao Tian walked until he reached the Pavilion’s door. The guardians halted him; they

In a closed chamber within the Celestial Pavilion, several experts gathered, exuding a formidable aura. Though they didn’t release their full energy, their presence was unmistakable. They were not ordinary people. The air in that room was extremely dense and profound—not like the free‑flowing breeze outside. Here, a faint pressure enveloped every corner, as though invisible breaths came from the depths of dimensional power. Every step, every inhalation, carried subtle vibrations that could press on the hearts of anyone not yet on their level. The room wasn’t large, yet its atmosphere compressed the space for anyone below their realm. Its stone walls were dark, but not black—the shade absorbed light without extinguishing it, casting a faint reflection that blurred the line between solid surface and void. There was an illusion of depth in those walls, as if each crack held echoes of thousands of years of secret discussions never spoken beyond these confines. In the center sat five

“Were you not offended when the Xiao Clan's protector elders arrived and accused you?” the middle-aged woman asked again. This time, her question carried more weight—not in accusation, but in her attempt to understand just how much pressure the Sacred Body Hall had endured at the time. “At first, we were deeply offended. However, after seeing the images of what occurred in the Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy, we realized we had been framed. Even an elder from the Supreme Sword Hall was there and witnessed everything. But that’s not the most important part.” Elder Gongsun’s voice dropped slightly at the end. Not from hesitation, but because what he was about to say carried too much weight to be stated casually. His gaze hardened. Elder Gongsun looked seriously at the five figures before him “You must understand—the two protector elders from the Xiao Clan have already reached the fifteenth rank of Supreme Divine Emperor Realm. They are even one rank higher than the leader of my S