“It’s impossible! You were nothing but a crippled youth—how could you wield such strength?” The Darkness Cultivator’s voice thundered, his twisted form recoiling from Wu Tian’s strike. His body was still incomplete, his face a grotesque mask resembling a demon, its true identity hidden beneath layers of shadow. Wu Tian’s eyes burned with resolve. “Perhaps I was broken once, but my will overcame my weakness.” He spoke humbly, concealing the truth that Shuwan had healed him, restoring his dantian and meridians. The Darkness Cultivator sneered. “It should have been me who healed you—my darkness could have transformed you into an evil cultivator of unmatched power. But now your body is filled with pure qi. My aura of shadow cannot penetrate you anymore.” Wu Tian’s voice rang out, sharp and defiant. “Who would ever choose to be your slave? You are no match for me now, Darkness Cultivator!” The shadow writhed, fury boiling. “Arrogant boy! I will make you kneel before me!” “Darknes

“I will teach you later, Wu Tian. For now, we must find Ashura,” Tian Kui said firmly, his dragon eyes gleaming in the mist. He did not want Wu Tian to awaken the golden dragon qi too soon, fearing it would hasten the breaking of the Martial Genius seal before Wu Tian had learned to master himself. His voice carried a weight of caution. “If you discover how to summon the golden dragon now, the seal will unravel faster. You are not yet ready.” Wu Tian nodded reluctantly, though his curiosity burned. Tian Kui lifted his head, his black dragon form towering against the fog. “Ashura! Come forth! The Darkness Cultivator has fled!” His roar echoed through the valley, shaking the vines and stones. From deep within a cave, hidden beneath wild overgrowth, a voice answered—soft yet resonant, tinged with suspicion. “Tian Kui? You came to aid me?” The sound was ethereal, like wind through crystal. “Of course, Ashura,” Tian Kui replied. “I should have come sooner, but I encountered thi

“I am ready, Ashura!” Wu Tian’s voice rang with determination, his palm tightening as golden qi pulsed faintly beneath his skin. Ashura’s massive form shimmered in the mist, her scales glowing like molten sapphire. Her voice carried the weight of centuries. “The Golden Dragon possesses abilities far beyond ordinary dragons. It is born from the body of a Golden Immortal, and thus it is immune to common attacks. Only cultivators of Half Immortal rank or higher, or those wielding rare relics, can truly harm it. You must understand, Wu Tian—the Golden Dragon is both a gift and a danger if not controlled.” Wu Tian’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Tell me, Ashura. What powers does the Golden Dragon hold?” Ashura’s gaze burned brighter. “Its abilities are many. It can breathe golden fire, hotter and purer than any flame. Its roar can summon storms, winds that tear through mountains. Its scales can grow and harden into weapons, striking like blades. Its tail can unleash blaster beams o

“How about Elder Lao? Was Shuwan telling the truth when she claimed he betrayed us and the warriors of Lao Shen Village?” Wu Tian asked, his voice taut with unease, his gaze shifting between Yueyin and Liu Xiu. Yueyin’s reply came swiftly, her tone resolute. “No, Wu Tian. Elder Lao knew nothing of the Undead Cultivator who transformed the warriors of Lao Shen into Undead fighters.” Liu Xiu’s brow furrowed, his voice cautious. “But we cannot be certain, Yueyin. We must not dismiss the possibility too quickly.” Wu Tian stood between their conflicting words, his mind clouded with doubt. Yet his instincts leaned toward Yueyin’s judgment. “So Shuwan lied? What is her true plan?” The accusation weighed heavily on him. Shuwan’s motives remained a mystery—was she selfishly clinging to him, or secretly serving the Darkness Cultivator by training him only to hand him over? Or perhaps she was innocent, misunderstood entirely. Yueyin’s voice softened, though her eyes remained sharp. “I

“I truly admire you, Wu Tian! You’ve ascended to the realm of Immortal in such a short time,” Yueyin exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with pride and a trace of disbelief. “Tell me, do you still have the desire to pursue fairy relics?” Wu Tian’s gaze sharpened, curiosity flickering in his expression. “Are there still fairy relics left to be found, Yueyin?” Yueyin nodded gravely. “Yes. There is one relic in particular—an artifact that could help you elevate your cultivation even further. It is known as the Immortal Fairy Relic.” Wu Tian’s voice carried determination. “Anything that can aid me in reaching the highest realm, I will pursue without hesitation.” Yueyin’s tone grew solemn, her words deliberate. “This relic is unique. It only responds to cultivators who have already stepped into immortality. According to the information I’ve gathered, the relic was last in the possession of Patriarch Jiang Li of the Divine Sword Sect in Hanzo City.” Wu Tian’s brows furrowed. “That will