After so ti, Sha Jiao fell at Yu Xuan’s hands, bitterness frozen on her face even in death.
She had been given every chance.
Every opening.
Every mont where, by all logic, she should have been able to injure him.
And yet she couldn’t even leave a scratch.
She finally understood it near the end.
This was not a battle between equals.
It was like trying to shatter an invincible mountain with bare mortal hands.
No matter how long she struggled, no matter how fiercely she struck, the result was the sa – aningless effort.
Yu Xuan ended it with a simple wave of his hand.
[DING!]
[Devoured a part of Energy Devil’s Existence]
He didn’t even spare the notification a glance.
Instead, his eyes swept across the battlefield.
The remaining demons were still alive barely.
Under normal circumstances, any Tier Four expert would have already perished.
But sheer numbers, layered techniques, and bizarre survival arts allowed them to cling stubbornly to life.
Yu Xuan tilted his head slightly.
"You can stop hiding now, you know?" he said calmly.
No one answered.
He sighed, faintly frustrated.
Then he moved.
Killing demons with powerful souls was usually troubleso.
Even annihilating their bodies wasn’t enough they lingered searching for a new host for remaking their body.
Unfortunately for them.
Yu Xuan was anything but normal.
What followed was not a battle.
It was a one-sided massacre.
***
[Devoured a part of Grave-Singing Wraith Lord]
[Devoured a part of Infernal Winged Harvester]
[Devoured a part of Hollow-Eye Demon]
[Devoured a part of Flesh-Sewn Night Parasite]
[Devoured a part of Six Ard War Demon]
[Devoured a part of Scarlet Maw Devourer]
[...]
System notifications flooded Yu Xuan’s vision one after another as vast, intangible energies poured into his body.
High above, a spirit boat hovered silently.
The people aboard stared downward, eyes wide, breaths shallow, as if afraid that even blinking might draw attention.
And among them.
One figure stood out.
A single pair of narrow, silver, judgntal eyes.
Yu Xuan facepald the mont he noticed them.
"...Great great great," he muttered the trinity.
But the one who was truly shaken was not on the boat.
Hidden nearby, perfectly concealed, Ming Tiani watched the scene unfold and her composure cracked for the first ti.
’Why and when did Yu Zhen get an eyes?’
The thought struck her like lightning.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
None of this was supposed to happen.
In the previous run.
No such phenonon existed.
No judgntal gaze.
No devoured existences.
And worst of all—
She had completely forgotten her original objective.
Being a damsel.
Everything had gone wrong.
Completely wrong.
’Is this... a witch’s curse?’ she wondered darkly.
For no reason at all, Lingluo’s face surfaced in her mind.
Ming Tiani’s eye twitched.
Then.
Yu Xuan turned.
His black-and-white eyes locked precisely onto her hiding place.
Instantly.
Her heart skipped.
Before she could even finish the thought of retreating, Yu Xuan’s spiritual sense swept over her like an iron net.
Locked.
Caught.
"...Tch."
With a ungraceful sigh, Ming Tiani abandoned concealnt.
She stepped forward and to everyone else, it was as if she had appeared from nothingness, like a wandering ghost erging from thin air.
The disciples on the spirit boat stiffened.
To them, Senior Sister Tiani had simply spawned.
Yu Xuan looked at her calmly.
Casually.
Dangerously.
"We have a lot to talk about," he said.
Ming Tiani smiled faintly.
***
Heaven Immortal Sect — Main Chaos Heaven Peak
From an unassuming hut hidden deep within the Chaos Heaven Peak a place that even Immortals would not tread lightly due to the terrifying auras saturating the land.
From there a young girl stepped out.
She was the very antithesis of old, plain, or ordinary.
If anything, she embodied defiance itself.
Recently, due to the tyranny of a certain old woman, one far too fond of control, she had been forcibly locked into closed-door cultivation.
Not taphorically.
Literally.
Doors were shut.
Formations sealed the doors.
Layers upon layers.
Escape was impossible.
After delivering her "guidance," for more than a year and half straight, the old woman had left... and then never returned.
Days passed.
And still the old won never ca back.
At first, the girl had waited.
Then she grew annoyed.
Then furious.
And finally, she cultivated.
Not because she wanted to escape early, but because doing the opposite of what that old woman intended was now a personal principle.
Forced isolation had led to frustration.
Frustration turned into focus.
And focus when paired with her bloodline beca transformation.
She concentrated so hard that the shackles on her bloodline cracked.
Not fully.
But enough.
Her cultivation surged, as dormant restrictions loosened under sheer will.
Her purple hair shimred with every movent, strands carrying faint currents of Chaos Energy.
They were bound by a hairpin that radiated the aura of Primordial Chaos, ancient and untainted.
Matching earrings and a necklace of the sa origin adorned her, elevating her already breathtaking beauty into sothing unreal.
Each artifact elevated her presence beyond mortal comprehension.
A single ring rested on her finger, endlessly circulating a breath of primordial chaos, as though alive.
Five bangles hovered around each wrist, never touching her skin but rotating slowly, obediently, like satellites around a sovereign star.
Her eyes...
They shone with terrifyingly perfect patterns – symtrical and asymtrical at once depending on who viewed them, as if they held truths too vast to be spoken.
And again her beauty.
It transcended race.
Transcended gender.
Transcended reason.
A beauty that could make Immortal Emperors kneel without understanding why.
With a haughty yet effortless grace, she stepped fully out of the hut.
Chaos itself seed to quiet in her presence.
As she took a few steps forward, sothing caught her attention.
A short figure was approaching at terrifying speed, cutting through the air as if distance were optional.
The figure halted abruptly upon seeing her.
"...Who are you?" the shorty asked, genuine confusion in her voice.
As far as she knew, no one with such grace, such presence, lived on the Chaos Heaven Peak.
And yet, there was sothing familiar.
A resemblance she couldn’t quite place.
But that was impossible.
After all...
There were nine people in existence who shared the face... Right?
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