Chapter 62 ​Having centered his spirit, Mo Fan prepared to ascend the stone stairs leading into the mountain’s depths. But the moment his boot touched the first step, the atmosphere fractured.​Since the Great Cataclysm, secret realms had periodically bled into Blue Star’s reality. Human warriors had often stumbled upon the skeletal remains of ancient civilizations, piecing together the glory of long-lost sects through fragmented scrolls.​One consistent truth emerged from these records: the great ancient powers did not recruit based on talent alone. They demanded tests of character—trials known as "Questioning the Heart" or the "Wall of Life and Death." These were the "Ladders to Heaven." To pass was to skyrocket; to fail was to remain among the mundane.​In the modern era of Blue Star, survival against ferocious beasts had forced humanity to prioritize raw aptitude over spiritual tempering. This neglect created a generati

Chapter 64 ​After integrating the Advanced Space Talent, Mo Fan turned his focus to his new tactical arsenal: Space Lock.​With a single thought, the air within a ten-mile radius thickened, turning into an invisible sea of lead. He estimated that a standard Sifang General would be frozen solid, while a peak-tier General would move as if wading through deep molasses. Even a Tier-6 beast would find its agility stripped away.​"Dissipate," he whispered, a cold smile touching his lips. Between the Space Blade for offense and the Lock for control, he now possessed the tools to hunt Eight Desolations Venerables.​He turned back to the corpse of the Void-Stalker.[Collection Successful!][Acquired: Tier-5 Void-Stalker Essence Blood!]​As he prepared to leave, Mo Fan noticed the beast's final posture. Even in death, its glazed eyes were fixed on the dark tunnel behind its nest, its claws frozen in a forward crawl. It wasn't just

Chapter 66 ​The weeks following the return from the secret realm were unnervingly quiet.​To the rest of the Yishuang Base, the Chen Family seemed to have been humbled by their catastrophic losses. Their uncharacteristic low profile led many to believe they were too weak to retaliate. But Mo Fan didn't buy the act. He knew the Chen Family’s venomous nature—if they weren't striking, they were sharpening their fangs for a killing blow.​"Let them brew their schemes," Mo Fan thought. "Strength is the only absolute truth."​In the twenty days since his return, Mo Fan’s cultivation had reached a terrifying velocity. Powered by the Cloud-Step Body-Forging Technique and his hoard of Tier-5 essences, he was adding the Power of 50 Elephants to his frame every single day.​His physical base had officially crossed the 10,000-Elephant threshold.​"At 10,000 Elephants, my base strength matches a mid-stage Sifang General,"

Chapter 68 ​"I’ll take you with me to the grave!"​Driven by the madness of despair, the Chen Ancestor’s face contorted into a mask of feral rage. He ignited his very life essence, utilizing a forbidden, self-mutilating secret technique to forcefully overcharge his meridians. He no longer hoped for victory—only to maim Mo Fan enough to create a chaotic window for his own escape.​But his gambit was a flicker against a solar flare.​Buzz!​The three hundred and sixty-five knife orifices embedded in Mo Fan's flesh trembled in unison. His blood didn't just flow; it turned into a boiling torrent of primordial energy. As his numerous high-level talents synchronized, he hit his absolute limit: a two-hundredfold increase in power.​He drew his blade in a single, fluid motion.​SHING—​A wave of boundless sword-intent erupted, surging toward the Ancestor like a hurricane of steel. The strike was so

Chapter 70 ​With their induction complete, Hao Li and his team became the foundation of the Feixian Pavilion. Mo Fan led them through the gates of the new headquarters, and the sight left the Shuli warriors speechless.​They had expected a modest compound, but they found a sprawl of magnificent architecture that balanced raw power with refined elegance. Hao Li, now a Grandmaster, could sense the humming energy woven into the very stones.​"These aren't just buildings," Hao Li whispered. "They’re fortified by high-level arrays."​He was right. The defensive formations were so intricate that a stray intruder—even at the Master level—would find themselves trapped in a lethal labyrinth. Furthermore, the air was thick with the output of multiple Spirit-Gathering Arrays. Every breath Hao Li took felt like a draught of pure vitality, making his body feel lighter and his mind sharper. He estimated that simply living here would doub