The two continued to chat casually as they embarked on their long journey. Before they knew it, they arrived at the location where they first entered the forbidden area. The air around them felt familiar, as if reminding them of the beginning of their adventure a year ago. Sun Xi'er immediately took out the formation key given by her ancestor. With meticulous movements, she activated it. Instantly, a vortex of space and time opened, spinning slowly, emitting a faint light. Waves of energy flowed out, marking the return path. Without hesitation, they both stepped into the vortex. Not long after, they arrived at the gathering cave. The cave was still the same as when they left it, cold and quiet, only leaving behind an aura of waiting. Inside the cave, Elder Sun Yaoi was still sitting cross-legged. His face was full of anxious lines, his body even looked thinner from waiting every day. He was so worried that Sun Xi'er had an accident. If there were no age restrictions that made it im

Now only two people remained in the cave: the Sun Clan Head and Jhi Chen. With a calm motion, the Sun Clan Head formed an isolation formation. A subtle aura enveloped the room, cutting off all sound and perception from outside. After that, he looked at Jhi Chen with a sincere smile. "Son, thank you for taking care of Xi'er." "Senior doesn't need to be formal, it's my responsibility." "I'm too old to remember etiquette. Let me introduce myself, this old man's name is Sun Shangdi." Jhi Chen muttered to himself. That name was the same as the human god mentioned in ancient records. "I also apologize for putting you in danger." "Senior doesn't need to apologize. On the contrary, I am grateful to have been allowed to enter the Sun Clan's forbidden area. No pie falls from the sky, nothing is free in this world. Advantages always come with dangers. The martial arts path is like a double-edged sword. Only by overcoming difficulties and dangers can we grow. Only those who endure hardship

Sun Shangdi was silent. Both his eyes radiated a shock that was difficult to hide. He was a person who had lived for tens of thousands of years, but only now did he hear that there was a space that could accelerate time. If true, then such a place far surpassed ordinary treasures. "Son, you are indeed a real miracle. I'm really ashamed. Although I have lived for more than twenty thousand years, I have never heard that there is a space that can change time." "Uncle, isn't the mustard seed martial space very common?" "Son, if it were common, would there be any need for me to ask you?" That answer made Jhi Chen a little surprised. He did not expect that the knowledge of the mustard seed martial space had not yet spread. If even the Sun Clan did not know about it, let alone other clans. "Uncle, it seems that knowledge of the mustard seed martial space has not spread. Can Uncle keep it a secret for me?" "Rest assured, you don't need to worry. Jhi Chen, can you make one for me t

He fought for a full two hours, each second feeling like a year. The earth trembled, the sky shook, and even the space around them nearly collapsed. Until finally, after a long struggle, Sun Shangdi managed to subdue the sword. The twelve suns slowly disappeared, returning to being patterns on the sword's surface. But that calm was only momentary. The sword vibrated, then a heavy voice echoed in the air. The voice was deep, cold, as if coming from the depths of ancient times. "Little brat, this god is tired of sleeping for too long. With the power of an Eighth Rank Immortal God, it's just a pipe dream to control this god. You only fought against ten percent of this god's power, and you're already exhausted, even having to use your bloodline. Little brat, did the kid who brought me out give me to you? If you forcibly seized me... hahaha!" The sword's laughter was eerie, like the sound of thunder rumbling within the soul. "I will make you die miserably. Your blood will quench my thi

In another realm, the Ricardia Realm, the home of the Star Ruler, the area was led by the Fang Clan. This realm was filled with the eternal brilliance of starlight, every corner glittering as if the night sky had been brought down to earth. However, behind the beauty of the seemingly never-ending light, lay unmatched power. All were subject to one name: Fang. Inside a magnificent hall, stood crystal pillars that emitted a soft but solid light, forming a circle that protected the central throne. The Fang Clan Head sat on that throne, his body upright, his face calm but full of authority. His gaze was sharp, piercing the elders who were lined up neatly below him. They had just reported heart-shaking news: the clan members who had been sent to the lower realm had died. Not only that, even the second person who was sent to seek justice, the light of his soul had gone out. The extinguishing of that light only meant one thing: death. Silence enveloped the magnificent hall. No one dared