THE UNKNOWN REALM"The kid appears to be doing better than I anticipated," the Crimson Light spoke calmly. The entire realm was engulfed in absolute darkness. No stars, no sky, no ground—only an endless void stretching beyond comprehension. The only illumination came from eight colossal lights gathered around a table."He's growing faster than any of us expected," the White Being, shrouded entirely in brilliant white radiance, noted."We didn't gather here to discuss a mere weakling." The Dark Being slowly raised his eyes. The entire realm trembled beneath his gaze. "If that is all you intend to talk about, then forgive me should I fail to control my anger and end up killing someone." His words carried no hint of humor. They were a promise.The Crimson Being laughed softly, her crimson flames flickering with amusement. "After we're done here, why don't we settle this somewhere else, Dark God?" she suggested casually.The atmosphere instantly turned heavy. "Are you challenging me, Crim

THE THIRD TRIAL CONTINENT — 2 DAYS LATER“Elder.” An injured male disciple called out as he stepped into the tent, his right arm hanging awkwardly from a break that had not yet healed. Hu raised his gaze slightly while eating cooked wolf meat. “Any news?” he asked with his mouth still half full. “No, sir.” The young cultivator shook his head. Hu swallowed and emptied a full wooden cup of water. “How many survived?” The disciple lowered his eyes toward the ground. “Barely five, Elder.” Silence stretched inside the tent. Hu placed the wooden cup down. “Tell them to prepare whatever supplies remain. We leave soon.” The disciple’s jaw tightened. His left fist slowly clenched beside him. “Elder…” he hesitated. “What about those who are still missing… or unconscious somewhere deep within the mountains?” Hu finally lifted his eyes completely. “We cannot divide our remaining force searching for disciples who may already be dead.” The disciple took a breath. “Sir, just like the other

THE FIFTH CONTINENT.“Thank you for the food, Teacher.” Mo-hi lowered his head respectfully.“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Chris replied lazily.He remained seated on the couch while the table before him looked like the aftermath of a battlefield—empty plates scattered around, torn pieces of rocky ape meat left behind, and droplets of whiskey staining the wood.The air carried a strange blend of satisfaction, warmth, and exhaustion.Suddenly, the Naija youth let out a loud yawn, covering his mouth with his right hand.“Let me handle the cleanup, Master.”Chris simply nodded.His body sank deeper into the softness of the couch while his head leaned against the armrest.Without wasting time, Mo-hi moved swiftly.He gathered every plate, rushed into the kitchen, and washed them until they shone again. Afterward, he returned to wipe down the table thoroughly before sweeping the tiled floor clean.Fifteen minutes passed in what felt like moments.Now, Mo-hi sat collapsed on the floor, breathing

Chris’s energy surged outward like a boundless ocean, swallowing the heavens and turning the entire night sky golden within seconds. Deep inside his body, he began compressing his Golden Core even further. Again. And again. And again. Each cycle condensed it to an even purer state.[Breaking Through Into The Nascent Soul Realm: 20%]Outside, veins pulsed visibly beneath his skin like countless beating hearts. Inside, streams of golden Qi flowed together with his blood, moving through every vein and meridian. His bones shattered, reformed, then shattered again. Blood escaped from the corner of his mouth as his teeth remained tightly clenched. Sweat soaked his entire body until his skin glistened beneath the golden light. Veins bulged violently across both sides of his head.Within his dantian, enormous waves of energy slammed repeatedly into his Golden Core, releasing heavy sparks of lightning with each impact. Then—Chris swallowed the Heavenly Nascent Pill he had obtained from the sys

Yan-li coughed violently, thick blood spilling from his mouth as his once-pure white pupils turned a sickly crimson. Each ragged breath sent fresh waves of agony through his broken body. The world around him spun in a disorienting haze; sounds echoed loudly inside his skull like thunder trapped in a cavern, while his vision blurred with every painful inch he crawled across the blood-soaked ground.Gritting his teeth until they ached, Yan-li dragged himself forward. His once-elegant robe hung in tatters around his bloodied frame, torn fabric clinging to numerous gashes and wounds that wept openly. Dust and debris choked the air, but he refused to stop."You... are not going to leave this void... alive!" he shouted hoarsely, his voice cracking with defiance. The thick clouds of dust obscured his sight, yet he pressed on toward Zazi’s lifeless body, which lay motionless in the center of a massive crater.From high above, Hu watched the desperate struggle with cold detachment, his arms cl