The one-armed outer disciple knelt first.His name was Chen Tie. Three years ago he was inner disciple of Profound Sword Sect, Foundation Establishment hopeful. Then in a mission, his right arm was bitten off by a Tier 2 beast and his meridians were shattered by poison. The sect called him useless and threw him to chop wood with Ye Fan.He had watched Ye Fan be bullied for three years. He had shared his cold steamed bun with him.Now he looked at the 200 dried wolf husks and the white-haired boy who devoured them, and kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ash."Sect Master! Chen Tie has broken meridians, no arm, no future. If you don't dislike me, I want to join Swallowing Heaven Sect! I can still swing a hammer with my left hand!"Ye Fan helped him up with one hand. He placed his palm on Chen Tie's chest where his broken meridians were."Broken meridians? That's my specialty."His Devouring Root reversed — instead of devou

The night after the Black Dragon Army was swallowed, the Swallowing Heaven Sect had no sleep.Not because of fear. Because of work.Wang Laohan, the Forging Elder who was a mortal yesterday, was hammering non-stop. He melted 500 sets of black armor and the Black Dragon General's spear into liquid, and with his new silver hands, he forged the first real building of the sect — a small hall built on the bones of the enemy, right in front of the 87 graves.He named it: Hall of Returning Souls.Chen Tie, First Disciple, patrolled the black-gold formation with one arm, but his chest was puffed up. He was Qi Condensation Level 8 now, after Ye Fan fed him Foundation energy. No one had ever looked at him with respect before. Now the villagers at the foot of the mountain were bringing him chicken soup because he was "Immortal Chen of Swallowing Heaven Sect."Xiao Ya, Second Disciple, sat among the graves. Her grey Ghost Eyes could now see the 87 so

Ye Fan didn't kill the 27 Golden Cores.He let them live and kneel.He floated in the sky, black hair restored, 18 years old again, Nascent Soul Early Stage, with 120 years of life burning in his chest like a sun. Behind him, the Earth Vein Dragon coiled around the 87 graves, its blue eyes watching. The black flag that now read SWALLOWING HEAVEN YE CLAN fluttered, no longer needing a formation to protect it.The 27 Golden Cores — ancestors of big clans, sect masters, rogue devils who had lived 200 years — were frozen mid-air. The pressure of a true Nascent Soul was not something Golden Cores could resist. Their Golden Cores cracked just from his gaze."Run? You came to take my head for a Nascent Soul Pill," Ye Fan said softly, his voice now containing dragon roar. "Now I give you a choice."He opened his palm. In it were 27 tiny black-gold lotuses, spinning, made from his Devouring Root."Swallow this, become outer elders of my S

The ice mine didn't melt. It shattered like glass from the inside. For three years, the Eastern Region said Ye Qingcheng, the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Region, the White Lotus Fairy who gave up royalty to marry a small clan leader, died in a beast tide. She didn't die. She froze herself. Now she walked out. Barefoot, white dress still as new, black hair to her waist with a single white streak — the price of sealing herself. Her face was Ye Fan's face, only softer. Between her eyebrows, a white lotus bloomed, not golden like her brother Li Tianlong's, but pure white, dripping ice. In her arms, she held a small ice coffin. Inside the coffin was a man. Ye Zhan. Ye Fan's father. Not dead. Frozen, chest still rising faintly. Three years ago, Li Tianlong's men didn't kill him. They stabbed him with a soul-freezing nail a

Li Tianlong didn't beg. An Emperor, even a failed one, even a traitor reincarnated, doesn't beg. He stood in the center of the 87 swords, his golden robe torn, his jade seal shattered, his Void Refining cultivation cracked by 87 memories of the people he killed. He looked at Ye Qingcheng, his sister, who was holding Ye Zhan, her husband who he tried to kill. "Qingcheng, if you kill me, the Royal Family's Ancestor, who is True Void Refining Middle Stage, will come. The Upper Realm envoy you just scared away will come back. You cannot protect them." Ye Qingcheng didn't answer. She looked at Ye Fan. This was Ye Clan's revenge. Not hers. Her son's. Ye Fan walked forward, his hair half-white half-black now after touching Immortal light, his cultivation Half-step Void Refining Peak but unstable, his lifespan unreadable — sometimes 300 years, sometimes