Inside the palace, specifically in the main hall with crescent crystal walls and a ceiling adorned with artificial stars made of celestial stone, a middle-aged man sat atop a throne elevated one meter above the floor. A black robe embroidered with the symbol of a crescent moon draped over his body. That symbol was not merely decorative, but a sign of the second-highest position in the sect. This man was none other than the Vice Leader of the Sect. Before him, dozens of Elders knelt in solemn positions. Their heads were bowed low, bodies unmoving. The Divine Auras suppressed within each of them signified absolute reverence. Yet among the crowd, only one person stood. He was not an Elder, nor a guardian or special aide. He was merely a young man of the new generation, but his gaze was cold and arrogant. His face was dark with displeasure. Though surrounded by powerful figures, not a single one dared to force him to kneel. “Father, I don’t want any more mistakes! You must not send th

Daniel and Ershita’er immediately felt the pressure piercing through their bones. Their chests felt tight, as if crushed by an invisible mountain. Breathing became difficult, and their bodies began to tremble. “Th—they’re really Supreme Gods,” Daniel said in horror. His voice was soft, like someone half-awake in a nightmare that felt too real. But before that aura could reach Xiao Tian’s residence and destroy it, something they couldn’t comprehend happened. When the aura was only forty meters away from the residence, it suddenly vanished. Not weakened, but disappeared—as if swallowed by an unexplainable void. The atmosphere shifted again, silent yet uncomfortable. This silence was even more terrifying than the explosion of aura earlier. Xiao Tian stood up, then turned his face toward Daniel. “Daniel, pay attention. This concerns your power. So don’t let yourself miss any enlightenment.” Though still confused by what he meant, Daniel followed Xiao Tian’s steps. Ershita’er didn’t w

The Azure Dragon God Emperor hovered silently above the sky, his eyes coldly observing the figure who could no longer stand. Cold. Neutral. It held no anger, yet that made it even more terrifying. He floated as if unbound by any law, becoming the center of the world through mere existence. He deliberately did not kill him, due to Xiao Tian’s request. “If you held no value, I might have already erased you. However, since you still have your uses, I shall grant you the chance to live!” The Emperor’s voice was not loud, yet it struck directly into the soul. Every word carried pressure that froze blood. Just hearing it made breathing difficult and the heart tremble violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. The Azure Dragon then slowly turned toward Xiao Tian. “Young friend, shall I do it now?” His gaze was serious, deep, and held the weight of a life-or-death decision. “Do it. We can’t stay here forever, so it’s time we had a puppet we can control!” Xiao Tian’s tone wa

“Young master, I will definitely do my best,” said the Sect’s Vice Leader quickly, bowing deeply with a pale face. But in his heart, suppressed rage and hatred began to stir. ‘Damn it, how can I be controlled by a mere brat? I have to find a way to—Aaahhhh!!!” A scream echoed. The Vice Leader suddenly cried out in pain, his body faltering, knees crashing into the hard ground without resistance. He saw Xiao Tian still standing calmly, but his gaze was now sharp and cold like a dagger slicing through bone. “Old dog, so you chose death! I already said that I can not only see your actions, but I can also hear your thoughts and inner voice. But it seems you doubted that!” said Xiao Tian, his face expressionless. There was no visible anger, but the aura of death enveloping the area was too real, too silent, and too cruel. “Young master, please forgive me. I swear I’ll never think anything evil again, I swear upon my life!” The Vice Leader was utterly terrified. He no longer dared to res

Xiao Tian had already left the Holy Moon Sect. At this moment, he had reverted his face back to how it looked when he was still in the Heavenly Pavilion. His appearance was calm, clean, yet carried a mysterious and deadly aura. The air around him seemed to wrap itself around his presence. His black hair flowed gently, lifted by the Divine energy streaming from his body, as if merging with the universe. His gaze was flat but held a hidden sharpness, like a blade silently drawn. He opened the Heavenly Sword Galaxy map, a scroll given by the First Celestial hovering in front of him, glowing softly. The silver glow reflected on his face, illuminating his pale, clear skin like cold jade. His eyes were sharp, scanning each line showing the major locations and teleportation routes across the galaxy. His gaze stopped at a point marked with bright gold: the Holy Sword Sanctuary. “The distance to the Holy Sword Sanctuary is still extremely far. I have to find a teleportation service. If I fl