The alpha wolf didn't just run it launched itself like a heavy red-eyed boulder through the sheets of pouring rain. Its jaw split wide, long strings of thick saliva flying from its yellow fangs, aiming straight for Li Xuan’s exposed throat.Lin Chen no, Li Xuan didn't flinch.Inside his stomach, the sensation was pure, unadulterated hell. The ten thousand jagged shards of his ruined jade core were grinding against each other like a meat processor. It felt as if a thousand razors were trying to slice their way out through his skin from the inside. The sheer pain would have made a common cultivator faint instantly.But Li Xuan’s mind was no longer common. It was filled with a toxic, burning ocean of absolute hatred for Mo Fan and Ning’er. That hatred acted like an anesthetic, numbing his nervous system and turning his agony into cold, focused focus."You want to eat a God?" Li Xuan whispered, his voice rattling with a metallic, layered echo.He didn't have a sword. He didn't have a sing

The Grand Courtyard of the Azure Sky Sect was a sea of bright turquoise silk and golden banners.Over five hundred inner disciples stood in rigid formation, their silver swords catching the first bloody rays of the morning sun. High atop the marble pavilion, the elders sat in carved jade thrones. In the center of it all stood Mo Fan. He wore the heavy, embroidered robes of the Crown Disciple, a manic, triumphant smile plastered across his face. Next to him stood Ning’er, looking like an immortal goddess in her pristine bridal silk."Today," the Grand Sect Master's voice boomed across the plaza, vibrating with the weight of a Nascent Soul powerhouse. "We celebrate the passing of the torch. Though we mourn the tragic cultivation backfire of our former disciple Li Xuan, the heavens have blessed us with a new sun. Mo Fan, step forward and present your offering to the ancestors!"Mo Fan bowed deeply, reaching into his silk sleeve. He pulled out a velvet pouch, untying the golden strings to

The Heavenly ClashGolden light drowns the grand courtyard as the air turns into solid lead. Mo Fan crawls backward in the dirt, coughing up black, ruined blood while fear deforms his bloody face.Above them looms the Grand Ancestor—a thousand-foot phantom of pure spirit with eyes like burning celestial suns. The intense pressure cracks the stone tiles."Kneel, mortal ant!" the deity roars.Li Xuan does not bend. His fractured bones pop and click, but his ruined jade dantian spins madly as azure sword aura leaks from his pores. He swallows his own stolen flesh; it burns like a molten star core."You stole my future," Xuan whispers, his voice cutting through the divine pressure. "Now you offer me a grave?"He spits blood onto Mo Fan’s forehead the ultimate insult before the god.Shattering the PalmThe Grand Ancestor frowns in fury. A massive golden hand descends, covering the entire sky. Mountains outside the sect collapse and the air ignites from sheer friction.Xuan grips his invisi

Arrival at the Crimson ShoreThe red fog parts violently, revealing a line of dead, white sand that stretches out for miles. Beyond the shore, the Asura Blood Sea surges under a purple sky. The thick, crimson waves crash heavily against cliffs of calcified human bone.Li Xuan steps out of the mist, his boots leaving dark stains on the sand. His left hand grips the hilt of his invisible blade while the Asura Devouring Matrix inside his ring pulses with a cold hunger.Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure drops from the sky. The white sand explodes in a fifty-foot circle ahead of him.A figure descends like a falling meteor, tearing the air apart. It is Grand Elder Ning the father of the ruined Ning'er. His long silver hair flows wildly over deep purple robes, and his eyes burn with a manic, murderous crimson light. He is a peak Soul Manifestation expert, a true powerhouse of the province.In his right hand, he holds the Heavenly Frost Spear. The weapon radiates a freezing, white fog

The Ghost of the SectLi Xuan vaults onto the stone altar. His shadow cuts across the pulsing crimson flower. The Blood-Forging Lotus thumps like a heavy heart, spraying a fine mist of copper-tasting vapor into his face. Xuan drops to his knees. He jams his right hand forward, his fingers locking around the fleshy, thorn-covered stem.The crimson waves freeze solid instantly, turning into a vast plain of jagged red glass. A thick, oily black sludge leaks from the pores of the altar stones. It snakes up his leather boots, binding his ankles and locking his knees like heavy iron cords.[System Warning: Ancient Sovereign Curse Activated]A psychic shockwave slams into his forehead. Xuan’s vision cuts to black, then snaps into a hyper-realistic illusion. The ruined grand courtyard of his old sect appears around him. The phantoms of Mo Fan and Ning'er step out from the rolling black smoke. Mo Fan raises a fully reconstructed right arm, laughing wildly as he channels a massive sphere of sto