Jhi Chen immediately swallowed three bottles of Void Tree Dew until he felt a breakthrough. The essence of the sacred liquid rushed through his body, seeping into every vein and marrow. His body temperature rose, and the aura around him trembled violently. Silently, he continued meditating, letting the pure energy merge with the core of his soul. Days passed without disturbance. Time seemed meaningless inside the Mustard Martial Space Pagoda. The process continued until three hundred and twenty full days had elapsed. During that period, Jhi Chen had consumed a total of fifteen bottles of Void Tree Dew. Each final drop absorbed into him produced a soft boom within, like the sound of nature welcoming the birth of a new power. When the last spiritual energy fully integrated, the training chamber trembled gently. Jhi Chen’s aura surged; his body shone with a spiritual radiance signaling a major achievement. He had broken into Rank Two Detachment, and it was a true Detachment — not a boo

333 Sun Qiguang stood at the front line. “All members of my clan, and all disciples recruited by our clan, are you afraid to face the enemy?” “Reporting to our God, we are not afraid. We are ready to slaughter anyone who dares to knock on our gates!” everyone shouted in unison. Their voices echoed in the air, merging with the pressure of awakened power in their bodies. None hesitated. Their eyes were sharp, filled with conviction, showing their determination to defend the honor of the Sun Clan to their last breath. Sun Qiguang looked at them one by one, then laughed heartily. “Hahahaha, good. You are truly worthy to be disciples of the Sun Clan. Let’s show that traitor and those from the Silimun Galaxy the might of our clan.” Once the order was given, battle aura erupted instantly. The members of the Sun Clan shot in all directions, forming their combat formations without further command. Explosions began to sound from afar, marking the start of the great clash above the Sun Clan

In the sky, thunderous laughter was heard by everyone; the laughter was so terrifying that Jhi Chen felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing it. The sound of laughter spread like an echo that swallowed space. Everyone who heard it held their breath for a moment, not out of baseless fear, but because the laughter shattered the tension with a calculating tone. Amid the chaos of battle, the laughter became a focal point that forced all eyes upward. “I deliberately gave this Sun Clan hope so they would foolishly believe they could defeat my Everlasting Serpent Clan. When that hope fills their hearts, I will erase it in an instant. What hurts more is not knowing you will die, but having hope to live and still dying. I want to give that feeling to the Sun Clan. I warn you again, submit to me and you shall have wealth. Resist me, and you and your families will be annihilated.” Each word was spoken calmly, without the need to raise his voice. His statement touched something deeper than

Sun Shangdi took out a massive pill furnace; it was the ancestral furnace of the Sun Clan, belonging to Sun Teng. What terrified everyone was that inside the furnace burned the Divine Flame, a fire capable of reducing a true Immortal God to ash. The furnace spun slowly in the air, emitting a deep humming sound that seemed to draw every creature’s attention. Its heat spread outward, making the surrounding space tremble and shimmer. No one dared move when the Divine Flame inside began to pulse softly, like a living being awakening from a long slumber. “I will put you inside this furnace. But rest assured, I won’t burn you instantly; I’ll roast you inside it for twenty thousand years. Each day you’ll feel the Divine Flame burning you.” Sun Shangdi’s voice was calm, but the pressure behind it made many hold their breath. Everyone who heard it knew that punishment was far worse than death. “Shangdi, I beg you, don’t put me in there. Please kill me quickly.” Sun Leihu’s voice trembled,

Elsewhere, all members of the Everlasting Serpent Clan were feasting, led directly by their Patriarch. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the grand hall, illuminated by light from divine stones. Beautiful and seductive women danced before everyone; their movements were alluring, accompanied by the melody of the clan’s traditional string instruments. Long tables overflowed with wine from various regions, and the intoxicating aroma mixed with the coarse laughter of men who believed this night to be their night of triumph. The Patriarch of the Everlasting Serpent Clan sat on a stone throne shaped like a serpent’s head, gazing at his people with visible pride. Soon, in his mind, his clan would dominate the Sun Clan—the clan that once ruled the martial world. His confidence was so immense that it erased all caution. So assured was he of his ancestor’s victory leading the assault that even the soul-lamp guards abandoned their posts in the monitoring hall. They joined the revelry,