Within the silence of the Eternal War God’s Heritage, time seemed to grind to a halt. Yet for Huo Tian Xian, every passing second was a life-and-death struggle occurring within his very veins. Before him, the Eternal Scroll hovered, emitting luminous characters that seared themselves directly into his consciousness. "Three days," Tian Xian whispered to himself. "I only have three days before my sister reaches a threshold of danger beyond my help." He sat cross-legged amidst the violet grasslands. To his right, the Demonic Blade was thrust into the earth, vibrating as it exhaled a thick, blood-red miasma. To his left, the Great Sky-Clear Sword radiated a pillar of silver-white light that offered a cooling sanctuary. The first day was physical agony. The Eternal Scroll forced Tian Xian to shatter his old chi pathways entirely. He felt his bones splinter and his muscles pull as if being wrenched apart by invisible hands. His inner core, where the Demonic Seed resided, erupted in fury.

The Valley of Eternal Death was not merely a name; it was a geophysical warning to any who still clung to the desire to breathe. The sky above the valley resembled a festering bruise—deep purple streaked with silent flashes of black lightning. Here, at the heart of the Hell Shadow Temple’s bone altar, the fate of the cultivation world would be decided within the span of a single incense stick. Deep within Huo Li Yu’s consciousness, a silent war was raging. She was no longer in the temple’s subterranean chamber but in a void of absolute darkness. Before her stood a colossal shadow with burning crimson eyes—the Ancient Demon King, an entity that had waited millennia to set foot in the mortal realm once more. "Surrender your flesh, little girl," the giant’s voice shook the very foundations of her soul. "Your brother will perish at the High Priest’s hands. Only with my power can you protect him. Let me in, and I will raze this world for you." Li Yu, though her physical form was chai

The massive wooden gates of the Border City appeared formidable, but to Huo Tian Xian, they were merely a pile of weathered timber waiting for their time to crumble. Road dust clung to his tattered black robes. Upon his back, Li Yu remained unconscious, bound tightly with silk cloth infused with stabilizing energy from Master Mo. "Halt!" shouted a guard in a bright crimson uniform. "The entry tax for wanderers is five low-grade spiritual stones. And you..." The guard’s gaze shifted to Li Yu. "That woman looks sickly. We don't accept plague-bearing trash here." Tian Xian stopped exactly one pace before the sentry line. His cold eyes stared straight through the guard. "Repeat your words." "I said she's trash! Now move along or—" KRAK! Without anyone seeing when Tian Xian had moved, the guard’s arm was already bent in the wrong direction. A sickening scream shattered the quiet morning air. The guard fell to his knees, his face turning blue as he gasped in agony. "Who is trash?" Tia

The northern wind howled like thousands of starving wolves, tearing at Huo Tian Xian’s fur cloak. Knee-deep snow impeded every step, while the whiteout reduced visibility to less than three meters. On his back, Li Yu was wrapped in a thermal robe woven with Master Mo’s protective seals, yet her breath still felt icy against Tian Xian’s neck. "Stop for a moment, Tian Xian!" Master Mo shouted over the roar of the wind. His voice was nearly swallowed by the storm. "You are deathly pale. Losing your Heart Essence Blood in the swamp yesterday is starting to eat away at your foundation!" Tian Xian halted, thrusting the Great Sky-Clear Sword into the frozen earth to support his weight. Cold sweat froze on his temples. "I am fine. We must reach the foot of the peak before nightfall." "You are not fine!" Master Mo drew closer, his eyes—hidden behind the white cloth—seeming to pierce through the snowy mist. "Using your eyes is a weakness here. This storm is no natural occurrence; it is a nat

The air at the absolute summit of the Eternal Snow Peak was no longer merely cold; it was hollow. The oxygen grew thin, and every breath felt like swallowing thousands of crystal needles. Huo Tian Xian trudged forward, dragging his numbed feet across a vast ice courtyard that shimmered like a gargantuan mirror. In the center of the courtyard stood a leafless crystal tree, bolt upright. From its branches, droplets of cerulean liquid hung with ethereal grace. This was the Nine Heavens Dew. "Finally..." Tian Xian whispered. However, before he could take another step closer, a low chant—exquisitely melodic yet heartbreaking—echoed across the summit. The voice did not belong to a human, but seemed to be birthed from the swirling wind itself. Suddenly, the snow in front of the crystal tree spun violently, forming a blinding white vortex. From within the gale emerged a young woman whose beauty seemed carved from eternal ice. Her long white hair trailed down to her heels, her eyes were a