As Ghu Lie attempted to slash Tian Chen’s neck, a cold flash streaked through the air. Ghu Lie’s swiftly swinging sword was immediately parried by Tian Chen. His sword blocked with precision, the clash of metal ringing out as sparks of energy burst into the air. Tian Chen’s movement showed not a hint of hesitation. His gaze was piercing, cold, and full of conviction. His voice came out calm yet carried pressure, as though delivering an unshakable decree. “You’ve attacked enough. Now it’s my turn.” As those words left his lips, Tian Chen charged forward. His body shot out like lightning splitting the sky, his steps fast and steady. Without wasting time, he thrust his sword forward, using the technique Nirvana Sword Slash. The flash of his sword seemed to cut through space itself, aiming directly at Ghu Lie’s chest. However, Ghu Lie, with what remaining instinct he had, managed to block the attack. Their swords clashed, the pressure spreading out around them. But before Ghu Lie cou

Ghu Lie and Yaoying rolled helplessly across the martial arena, missing both arms and legs. Fresh blood continued to gush from their bodies, forming pools that made many people hold their breath. Their screams echoed, filled with heartbreaking pain, as if not only their veins had been torn but also their honor as youths from the Fairy Realm had been shredded in public. Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes trembling with fear, as if they couldn’t believe a young man from the Tianwu Continent had dared do this to them. In the spectator stands, silence gripped everyone. It wasn’t just Tian Chen’s strength that froze them—it was his courage, his composure in every step and action, that sent shockwaves greater than any physical blow. Ghu Lie and Yaoying weren’t ordinary names. They were representatives from the Fairy Realm, a place that had always existed beyond the high skies—a world few dared to touch. To offend a representative from the Fairy Realm was usually the same as invitin

Tian Chen was invited to rest inside the Imperial Palace, a great honor granted only to distinguished figures or national heroes. The palace attendants were already waiting at the edge of the arena, ready to escort the young man to a luxurious guest residence. However, before a single step was taken, a woman in simple clothing stepped forward from the crowd. Her gaze was calm, yet her presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. Tang Siyo, long known only as a humble healer from a remote region, was in fact the mother of Tian Chen—the young man who had just defeated two prodigies from the Fairy Realm. And with a single gentle sentence from her, the entire invitation process came to a halt. “Your Majesty, there’s no need for such honor,” she said while offering a slight bow. Her voice was calm yet firm. “We’ve been away from home for too long. We will take our leave and return.” Emperor Tang fell silent. For a moment, he looked at his elder sister, who had never revealed her tr

Only Ye Xuan remained. The arrogance that once filled his eyes vanished in an instant. Before everyone, he trembled. The pride that had made him feel like a god in the Lower Realm was utterly shattered. He wanted to kneel, to beg for mercy, but his body remained locked. He couldn’t even move his eyeballs. All that remained was fear, gnawing at his consciousness. What bound him wasn’t just pressure, but a Qi force so divine that even as someone from the Fairy Realm, he had never felt energy this pure and majestic. No power he knew could compare. Tang Siyo then turned slightly, staring into the shadows that had once appeared empty. "Don’t just watch," she said. With a flick of her finger, a silhouette emerged from the darkness—a man cloaked in black with a mask. He made no sound, but his presence alone tensed the air. He was the Empress's envoy, sent with a single mission—to kill Tang Siyo. "Healer Siyo, you—" BAANG! His words never finished. Before a single full syllable escape

Tian Chen, with the natural intelligence he had possessed since childhood, absorbed the technique quickly. He read and understood the fusion flow within seconds, as if the technique had been waiting to awaken within him. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and scratched his left palm with his fingertip. A drop of fresh blood dripped from the thin cut and fell onto the surface of the universe ring. He then formed a seal with his left hand, just as his mother had taught him moments ago. BUZZ!!! A faint humming sound echoed, like a whisper from within a vast space. The universe ring glowed—not with a blinding light, but with a soft radiance that signified it was now alive and bonded with its new owner. In an instant, Tian Chen’s consciousness was pulled into the space of the universe ring. He froze. What he saw wasn’t just an empty space but a vast dimension resembling a world—without a sky yet boundless. Its surface consisted of barren land and floating platforms. There were no