“It’s done now.” Xiaoxiao vanished and reappeared in front of Xiao Tian. She hopped around like a little girl. Her earlier dignified demeanor seemed as if it had been nothing but a dream. “Xiao Tian, since I have saved you, our positions are now reversed. You are no longer my big brother—I am the older sibling, and you are the younger one.” Xiao Tian still could not process this reality. “Xiaoxiao, is it really you?” “Hmmm, if it’s not me, do you think I’m a ghost? But what was that just now? Xiaoxiao? Didn’t I already tell you—I’m the older sibling, so you must call me big sister,” she said with a pout. “Little brother, I will take you somewhere else, so come with me now.” Seeing Xiao Tian’s face still filled with confusion, Xiaoxiao immediately grabbed his hand, then flew across countless stars. Along the way, Xiao Tian tried to sense Xiaoxiao’s aura, but no matter how hard he observed, he could not detect her cultivation realm. “Old beast, can you sense her realm?” Leihuo D

On the honor tribunal, the Heavenly Sword God Emperor stood tall with an undeniable aura. His gaze swept in all directions, staring at every face surrounding the tribunal. The air around him felt heavy with the pressure of Divine energy he released, making everyone unconsciously hold their breath. “Now the ceremony was finished. My daughter was officially crowned as the Holy Princess with the title of Holy Sword. As for my future son-in-law, you have seen it yourselves. He defeated Qiu Chanfeng. So he was the one worthy of becoming my son-in-law.” His voice echoed throughout the arena, full of confidence and pride. From the line of spectators, someone dared to step half a step forward. Although his shoulders trembled slightly under the pressure of the Emperor’s presence, he still lowered his head respectfully. “Emperor, forgive me if I am being presumptuous.” He paused for a moment, controlling his breath, then spoke again in a cautious tone. “Emperor, is it true that Tian Xiao was

“This power should have been able to restore the soul… why?!” His voice rose, almost echoing against the invisible walls of that storage space. He stood, then paced back and forth inside the space. Every step was filled with helplessness. His eyes kept staring at the two figures floating motionless, nearly fading, in the midst of the gentle mist. There was no response, no sign of life other than the faintest pulse that could disappear at any moment. His left hand clenched at his side, while his right hand lifted, almost as if he wanted to call them awake. “Your souls have endured for millions of years, why can you still not awaken now?!” His chest rose and fell quickly, like someone who had just run far. Panic mixed with frustration made his thoughts restless. He tried to think, to recall all the information he had ever heard about soul recovery, all the legends and ancient records he had read. Yet everything felt blurry, like grains of sand slipping away from his grasp. Xiao Tian

“You dare kill our member?” shouted one of them, his face filled with rage mixed with horror. BOOM!!! Yet before the voice finished echoing, a terrifying aura pressure swept through the entire space. That pressure came from Xiao Jian, striking with a force that seemed to close off all directions. The dozens of cultivators immediately froze, their bodies stiff and unable to move, as if crushed beneath an invisible giant mountain. Their breathing grew ragged, and some even began to spit blood from their mouths and noses because they could not withstand the pressure. Dozens of pairs of eyes filled with growing fear. “You… how could a cultivator of this era possibly have such power?” asked another old man who also wore a green robe, his voice trembling violently. Every word came out stammering, his face pale. He had never expected Xiao Jian to possess power that could suppress them to such a degree. “Do not panic!” shouted another old man quickly, trying to regain control of the situa

Without saying a word, Xiao Jian raised his hand. His palm, coated in fire and lightning light, was slowly placed on top of the old man in the red robe's head. As soon as the touch occurred, the old man's body trembled violently. The Divine energy within him was chaotic, his eyes rolled wildly, and his mouth opened as if wanting to scream but unable to make a sound. Time seemed to stop. All layers of the old man's memories were forced open, the protective walls of memory created with ancient formations collapsed like fragile glass. In an instant, Xiao Jian penetrated every layer without difficulty. Memories that should only be accessible to their owner now flowed rapidly into Xiao Jian's consciousness. After a moment, Xiao Jian withdrew his palm. A faint smile appeared on his face, his voice calm but meaningful. "So that's how it is." "Yo—you…" The old man in the red robe sobbed in horror. His body trembled violently, his face was ashen. He realized clearly what Xiao Jian had just