Early morning light spread across Heaven Ascension Mountain while ancient clouds swirled around the Heavenly Ruin Gate like celestial dragons guarding the boundary between worlds, and the sky itself seemed unable to contain the overwhelming might gathered beneath the banners of the Eternal Gu Clan. Thousands of cultivators stood upon floating platforms while ten enormous Golden Heaven Warships drifted above the mountain range, their Saint Weapon formations glowing with enough spiritual power to illuminate entire provinces.The gigantic gate connecting the Eternal Heaven Realm and the Dark Desolate Realm continued expanding with every passing day while golden runes moved across its surface like living rivers, and countless streams of Ling Qi flowed through the dimensional passage as though two separate worlds had begun sharing the same breath. Millions of soldiers assembled in orderly formations while spirit beasts roared from armored enclosures and flying cavalry units circled above t

Afternoon sunlight filtered gently across Falling Leaf Valley while rows of temporary shelters stretched between repaired stone walls and newly erected spiritual barriers, and for the first time in many years the valley no longer echoed with screams but with cautious conversations and the quiet sounds of ordinary people beginning to believe tomorrow might arrive. Spirit healers moved among the wounded carrying medicinal herbs and recovery talismans while children gathered around cooking fires with expressions that slowly transformed from fear into curiosity, and the simple sight touched something deep within Gu Tian because saving lives felt different from winning battles.The Gu Clan army continued securing the surrounding territory while supply caravans arrived from the Heavenly Ruin Gate carrying food, medicine, and construction materials, and many refugees stared at the endless resources with disbelief because they had grown accustomed to surviving with almost nothing. Elderly sur

Morning settled gently over the Frost Moon Royal Palace while endless snow continued falling from a sky stained crimson by the dying world above, and ancient ice pillars surrounded the frozen kingdom like silent guardians refusing to abandon their duty even after thousands of years. The royal pathway stretched across the palace grounds beneath layers of crystal frost while countless statues stood frozen in eternal vigilance, and each face carried an expression of determination that made the ruins feel less like a graveyard and more like a kingdom patiently awaiting its rightful heir.The atmosphere inside the central palace chamber grew increasingly solemn while ancient formations awakened one after another around the crystal coffin, and streams of pure ice qi flowed through hidden spirit veins beneath the palace floor as though responding to the return of the Frost Moon Bloodline. Every cultivator present felt the pressure building steadily while snowflakes formed within the air itse

Noon cast a dim and lifeless light over Black Corpse Road as the Gu Clan expedition advanced through a valley where broken bones covered the ancient stone path like pale gravel, and thick streams of Yin Qi drifted from jagged cliffs, carrying the bitter scent of death that lingered within every breath. Black mist coiled between dead trees whose branches resembled skeletal hands reaching toward the crimson heavens, while silence pressed heavily upon every cultivator because even the spirit beasts refused to approach this cursed mountain.The ten Golden Heaven Warships hovered above the valley with their defensive formations blazing brilliantly against the darkness, and countless banners bearing the Eternal Gu Clan insignia fluttered proudly while disciplined ranks of cultivators marched beneath them without hesitation. Gu Tian stood at the bow of the leading warship with the Sky Dragon Sword resting at his waist, his calm gaze studying every shadow ahead because instinct warned him tha

Morning light never reached the Underground Blood Temple beneath Black Corpse Mountain, for crimson spirit crystals embedded within the ancient walls cast an eerie glow that transformed every shadow into something alive, while endless stone pillars carved with forgotten Ling Wen stretched into the darkness like silent witnesses to crimes committed over countless generations. The air carried a metallic scent mixed with ancient Hun Dun Qi, and every step echoed across the vast sanctuary as though the temple itself remembered every soul sacrificed within its sacred halls.Blood-red formation arrays spread across the polished stone floor in enormous concentric circles while streams of spiritual essence continued flowing through hidden channels despite the destruction of the Black Corpse Sect above, and the surviving Gu Clan formation masters exchanged uneasy glances because such techniques belonged to an age far older than the sect they had just defeated. Gu Tian walked calmly at the head