“I must help the Ashura Dragon Fairy, Trexis. Do you object?” Wu Tian’s voice carried urgency, his palm tightening around the hilt of his sword. Trexis studied the battlefield, his eyes reflecting the fading glow of Ashura’s spirit. “Her aura weakens. I should be the one to aid her… but if you insist, then face the Darkness Cultivator yourself.” Wu Tian’s gaze locked on the shifting shadow before them—a silhouette of black smoke, writhing and incomplete. He remembered Trexis’s words: this was not the true Darkness Cultivator, but only his aura, a fragment of the real entity hidden elsewhere. Wu Tian knew his strength was not yet perfected. He had only recently ascended to Half Immortal. Yet he could not stand idle while Ashura was threatened. If the Darkness Cultivator absorbed her power, the balance of the realms would shatter. Trexis’s voice was steady. “You can fight him, Wu Tian. Do not fear your incomplete strength. Time will reveal your full Half Immortal power.” Wu Ti

“Congratulations, Wu Tian! You have reached Golden Immortal through your own strength!” Trexis appeared before him, his small dragon-fairy form shimmering faintly in the mist after the Darkness Cultivator’s departure. Wu Tian’s eyes widened, his breath still heavy from battle. “Golden Immortal…? What powers does this realm grant me, Tian Kui? Tell me.” Trexis’s expression was conflicted, his voice tinged with awe and unease. “You have crossed into immortality, Wu Tian. But something troubles me. Every cultivator who ascends to immortality undergoes a near-death transformation—their mortal shell shatters before becoming eternal. Yet you… you did not suffer that agony. It must be the martial genius seal within you. It strengthens you beyond the natural path.” Trexis’s words carried both admiration and fear. He had never imagined that the boy once crippled in cultivation could rise so swiftly. Wu Tian’s Golden Immortal breakthrough had erased every flaw in his body, leaving him rad

The true form of the Ashura Dragon Fairy was far beyond Wu Tian’s expectations. Emerging from the cave, her body shimmered with an ethereal blue glow, scales glistening like sapphires under the fractured sunlight that pierced the mist. Each movement of her massive frame sent ripples of light across the valley, as though the fog itself bowed to her presence. She was immense—larger than Trexis, though slightly smaller than Tian Kui—yet her aura was vast, filling the air with a resonance that made Wu Tian’s chest tighten. Wu Tian’s eyes widened, his breath catching. “She’s… magnificent.” Tian Kui’s deep voice rumbled beside him. “Ashura can shrink into a form like mine, Trexis, or she can merge into your body, Wu Tian.” Wu Tian hesitated. “But I already carry Balthazar and Seiryu within me. Would it not be dangerous to add Ashura as well?” Ashura’s luminous eyes narrowed, her voice echoing like a chorus of bells. “It is no danger. I know Balthazar and Seiryu well. We are all drag

“Wu Tian! I feared I might never see you again!” Yueyin cried, rushing forward and embracing him tightly. Her arms trembled with relief, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Wu Tian’s voice softened as he returned the embrace. “I feared the same, Yueyin. Shuwan never opened the dimensional portal again after you left the Skyfairy Forest. I was trapped there.” Yueyin pulled back, her gaze searching his face. “Then how did you escape?” Wu Tian’s eyes flickered with resolve. It was time to trust Yueyin and Liu Xiu fully. He raised his palm, summoning a ripple of qi. “Allow me to introduce the legendary Tian Kui Dragon.” From the shimmering air, Trexis appeared, his small dragon-fairy form glowing faintly. Yueyin gasped, her voice trembling. “Impossible… Tian Kui vanished long ago!” Wu Tian smiled faintly. “See for yourself. Trexis, you can trust Yueyin and Liu Xiu.” Yueyin’s brows furrowed. “You said Tian Kui, but now you call him Trexis?” Wu Tian explained calmly. “Tre

Night descended upon Lao Shen Village like a heavy shroud. The pale moon was veiled by drifting clouds, leaving the settlement cloaked in a darkness so thick it seemed to swallow sound itself. The air was damp, carrying the faint scent of moss and stagnant water, and every wooden beam and stone wall seemed to groan under the weight of silence. Yueyin, Liu Xiu, and Zhang Fei moved quietly through Elder Lao’s courtyard, their breaths shallow, their eyes sharp. Each step was deliberate, their boots pressing into the earth softened by evening dew. Elder Lao had entrusted them with full authority to investigate the strange happenings in the village, urging secrecy so the villagers—who might themselves be implicated—would remain unaware. Liu Xiu’s voice was low, but firm, cutting through the silence. “Are you ready, Yueyin? Remember, the Undead warriors have one weakness—their heads. Strike hard and without hesitation. If you falter, it will cost you your life.” Yueyin nodded, her eye