Central Peak—the largest of the Five Newcomer Peaks—towered above the rest, not just in size but in sheer numbers. Over a hundred thousand disciples thrived on its summit alone, each radiating a unique aura, each carrying their own spark of ambition.“Ha! Hah!”“Bzzzz… Thud… Rumble…”The summit buzzed like a living organism. Countless sparring grounds—each about a hundred paces across—hosted pairs of young cultivators. Mystic energy flared in dazzling bursts, illuminating the peak like fireworks. Beyond the combat zones, stone-and-wood huts dotted the landscape, quietly radiating subtle but potent energy.From the base, a massive current of Heaven-and-Earth Primal Essence surged upward, feeding the peak like a slumbering dragon. Anyone with even a trace of sensitivity could feel it. Central Peak, with the most disciples, naturally commanded the richest flow of power.“Haha! Did you hear? Sereth Gale—Serian Vaelcrest—swept through the other four peaks a few days ago. Every so-called ge

The moment Darian Kaelthorn unleashed his second move, the very summit of Central Peak seemed to shudder.Bzzzz!An ancient, almost feral aura surged outward from him. It wasn’t just power—it was a presence, like a beast awakened from eons of slumber, hungry, ferocious, unstoppable. The air warped. Hundreds of zhang in every direction shimmered with a brilliance so intense it looked like celestial meteors raining down, rippling through space.Then, like a beacon of pure, undeniable supremacy, a blazing sun tore through the void. It soared into the heavens, reshaping the world around it. Inside that golden sphere, Darian Kaelthorn sat cross-legged. Calm. Composed. Radiating an aura so overwhelming it could make the sun itself look like a candle.This was the Second Move of the Sun-Moon Martial Classic: Blazing Sun Illuminates the Sky.Two words captured it perfectly: Blazing. Illuminating. The move scorched heaven, cracked the earth, and every pulse seemed to sap vitality from everythi