The journey to Hanzo City had been strangely uneventful. After Wu Tian’s decisive encounter with the masked bandits, word of his strength seemed to ripple across the countryside. Other brigands, sensing the danger of crossing paths with an Immortal cultivator, abandoned their schemes. The roads grew quiet, and the trio advanced without further hindrance. By late afternoon, the towering gates of Hanzo City loomed before them, carved from dark stone and etched with symbols of dragons and swords. The air was thick with the scent of incense drifting from shrines, mingling with the aroma of roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors. The city buzzed with life—merchants shouting their wares, children darting through alleys, and guards patrolling with stern eyes. Wu Tian stretched his arms, his voice carrying relief. “At last, we’ve arrived at Hanzo City!” Yueyin’s eyes scanned the bustling streets, her tone practical. “We should find lodging first, Wu Tian. The sun is sinking, and rest

The duel between Wu Tian and Patriarch Jiang Li raged like a storm tearing through heaven and earth. Sparks of qi lit the grand hall, illuminating its carved pillars and banners with a brilliance that seemed to set the very air aflame. “Thousand Qi Blades!” Jiang Li roared, his body trembling with power. From his palms, countless swords of pure energy erupted, shimmering like shards of crystal, each one slicing through the air with a shriek. They swarmed forward in a relentless tide, filling the chamber with a storm of steel and light. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed, his breath steady despite the chaos. “God-Slaying Blade!” he cried, thrusting both palms forward. From his hands, blades of golden qi burst forth, radiant and sharp, clashing against Jiang Li’s storm. TRAAANG! TRAAANG! TRAAANG! The hall echoed with the deafening clash of blades. Hundreds, then thousands of strikes collided in midair, sparks raining down like meteors. The air grew thick with the scent of scorched ston

“Why is Kamandaria still so overrun with forests and wilderness, Yueyin?” Wu Tian asked, his voice echoing softly beneath the canopy of towering trees. The air was thick with the scent of damp leaves and wild orchids, and the faint cries of unseen creatures reverberated through the undergrowth. Yueyin’s wings shimmered faintly in the filtered light. “I do not know, Wu Tian. But Lingyin chose to live here, and there must be a reason for that.” Wu Tian’s gaze swept the endless expanse of tangled vines and moss-covered trunks. “Do you think we can find this fairy cultivator in Kamandaria?” Yueyin’s voice was uncertain. “I cannot say. Lingyin possesses the Fairy Relic of World Crossing. She could be anywhere—or perhaps she has already returned to Han.” Wu Tian’s jaw tightened. “Then we may be trapped here forever, in this Underworld Realm.” Yueyin placed a gentle palm on his arm, her voice soothing. “There is always a way out, Wu Tian. First, we must find a path beyond this fore

Dragon Warrior Village was breathtaking in its simplicity. Nestled among rolling hills and ancient groves, the settlement seemed untouched by time. The air carried the fragrance of pine and wild jasmine, mingling with the smoke of hearth fires. Wooden houses with curved roofs lined the narrow paths, their walls adorned with carvings of dragons and warriors. Children played near the wells, their laughter echoing through the crisp evening air. Wu Tian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight. “It is rare to find a village so green, so alive. In Han, such places are fading.” His voice carried both awe and melancholy. Darmawangsa smiled faintly. “You admire it, but villages like this are common in Kamandaria. Shall we head to the inn? Lady Xian Ling may already be waiting. If she can send you home, you will not need to linger here.” Yueyin’s wings shimmered softly in the fading light. “Yes, let us go. I pray she can help us.” The villagers glanced at them with curiosity but little s

“Kaiser Xian Kun?” Yueyin’s voice trembled slightly as she gazed at the man who stood before them, his presence radiating authority. His robes shimmered with threads of gold, and the crown upon his brow gleamed beneath the lantern light. “Yes, Fairy Cultivator Yueyin,” Emperor Xian Kun replied, his tone calm yet commanding. Yueyin’s eyes widened. “You know my name?” The Emperor’s gaze was steady, his voice resonant. “I know everything about you and Wu Tian. For years, I have awaited this moment.” Wu Tian’s brow furrowed, his palm tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Why would the Emperor investigate us?” Xian Kun’s lips curved faintly. “Investigate? No. I gather knowledge, so that I may face you with clarity.” Yueyin’s voice was sharp, tinged with suspicion. “And yet you seem to know too much.” The Emperor’s eyes softened as he turned to Wu Tian. “I admire your strength, Wu Tian. Your mastery of martial arts is extraordinary.” Wu Tian’s voice was cautious. “Do you