“Yueyin?” A rugged voice broke through the haze as Yueyin and Wu Tian stepped into the fractured palace grounds. A man, once regal but now worn and weathered, stood robes torn and dulled by ash. His eyes, though tired, lit up with recognition. “You’ve returned, Yueyin?” Yueyin froze, her gaze locked on the figure. For a long moment she could not speak, as though her mind refused to accept what her eyes revealed. “Liu Xiu?” Her voice trembled. “Why do you look… so much older? What has happened here?” Confusion clouded her features, her palm tightening around the folds of her robe. The man—Emperor Guangwu himself—gave a weary sigh. “Where have you been, Yueyin? Zhang Fei and I searched every corner of Han for you and Wu Tian. We scoured valleys, mountains, villages… but you were nowhere to be found.” His tone carried both relief and reproach, the weight of years pressing down on each word. Yueyin’s brows knitted. “We were gone only briefly. How could the realm and palace fall in

The Imperial Palace had finally fallen into the hands of the barbarian horde. Yet fortune lingered in shadows—hidden within the palace walls lay a secret passage leading outward, a lifeline that allowed part of the imperial guard and several members of the royal household to slip away, vanishing into the night to hide, if only for a fleeting moment. Inside the battered palace, Emperor Guangwu remained steadfast. Beside him stood Wu Tian, unwilling to abandon the crumbling heart of the empire. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, torches sputtering against the marble pillars, casting long, trembling shadows across the ruined hall.“I’m going with you,” Wu Tian declared, his voice sharp, echoing against the cracked stone. “This is my burden, Wu Tian! Not yours!” Guangwu’s reply was firm, though his eyes betrayed the weight of despair. “You can still return to Hu Nan City. Leave now while you have the chance.” Wu Tian’s jaw tightened, his palm curling into

“What are you doing, Undead?” Wu Tian demanded, his voice sharp as he watched the monstrous figure convulse violently. The Undead Cultivator ignored him. His body trembled with such ferocity that the entire battlefield quaked, the ground splitting beneath their feet. BUUUM! A deafening explosion erupted from the Cultivator’s body, shaking the heavens. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts racing. Did the Undead Cultivator perish? What is happening? Why would his body detonate with such force after trembling so violently? Thick black smoke billowed outward, swallowing the battlefield in choking waves. The acrid stench of decay filled the air, burning Wu Tian’s lungs. He immediately summoned his qi, weaving it into a protective current to neutralize the poisonous haze. The golden aura around him shimmered, dispersing the smoke like sunlight piercing through storm clouds. When the darkness finally cleared, Wu Tian froze. Before him stood a colossal black dragon, its body ri

The Demon Red Dragon had swollen to twice its former size, its serpentine outline now blurred beneath a grotesque mass of bulging flesh. Across its body, crimson orbs pulsed like molten blisters, threatening to burst at any moment. Along its spine, jagged bones jutted upward, curved like sickles, rising and falling with a sinister rhythm as though the creature’s very skeleton had become a living weapon. The horns were the most terrifying of all—arched blades of bone, gleaming with a deadly sheen, each curve sharp enough to slice through steel. When the demon dragon lunged, those horns promised devastation.Its claws had lengthened into talons dripping with venom, a toxin so corrosive it could melt through the scales of another dragon upon contact. The tail, forked like a serpent’s tongue, writhed with menace, each tip glowing with power. From it, twin beams could be unleashed—one a crimson blaze of fire, the other a piercing blue ray of ice—both striking simultaneously, a union of des

“Has the Death Dragon already been defeated, Nirvana Dragon?” Wu Tian asked, his voice heavy with doubt as he sought counsel from the ancient presence guiding him. “I cannot say for certain,” the Nirvana Dragon replied, its tone solemn. “I glimpsed defeat in its eyes, but you know well how unyielding this creature is. It burns with the desire to destroy you, Wu Tian.” Wu Tian’s gaze hardened, his immortal dragon form shimmering beneath the fractured light of the battlefield. “I feel the same, Nirvana Dragon. The Undead Cultivator is consumed by obsession—his will is fixed on my downfall.” “Then why do you plead with him to surrender?” the Nirvana Dragon pressed. “You know he has fallen too far into darkness. You should end him now, while the chance is yours!” Wu Tian’s voice carried both conviction and sorrow. “His strength is extraordinary. It would be a true victory if he walked the path of light instead of shadow. Everyone deserves a second chance—to change, to become bette