Within the Giant Serpent Sect, everyone gazes toward the Sect Master’s residence with tight, uneasy expressions.
Fear lingers, but beneath it, relief.
Mo Li has been led away.
Elder Si Heng and Elder Gu Tiansu have taken the battle far from the island.
The imdiate danger is gone.
Whispers rise among the disciples.
“Once the Sect Master advances, we will have four Soul Awakening cultivators.”
“In the Polar Ocean, no sect or clan will be able to challenge us.”
“We might even step into the Central Ocean.”
Hope spreads quickly.
Ambition follows.
They begin to imagine a future filled with power, status, and opportunity.
A sect at its peak.
A place at the centre of the seas.
Above them, the pressure from the Sect Master’s residence continues to rise.
It gathers.
Condenses.
Reaches a critical point.
Now, everything balances on a single edge.
If nothing interferes…
Si Ying will break through.
On the mountain peak, far from the crowd yet overlooking everything, Bu Jing sits calmly.
Across from him, Marcus watches with quiet amusent.
“Looks like you lost,” Bu Jing says.
Their wager hangs in the air.
Marcus had bet that Si Ying would fail.
Bu Jing had chosen the opposite.
Yet even now, Bu Jing feels a trace of surprise.
He had not been certain of victory.
What surprises him more…
Is Gu Tiansu.
He ca.
He intervened.
Because of him, the balance tipped.
Because of him, Si Ying may succeed.
Marcus chuckles softly.
“She hasn’t broken through yet.”
“Anything can still happen.”
Bu Jing’s brows furrow slightly.
Sothing feels wrong.
Too smooth.
Too easy.
The Star Singer Tower would not gamble without certainty.
Then,
His expression changes.
He senses it.
A familiar aura is returning toward the island.
Mo Li.
Bu Jing’s eyes narrow.
“How…”
“How can Mo Li return?”
The answer forms instantly.
Cold.
Sharp.
The only possibility.
Gu Tiansu.
Betrayal.
Disgust flashes across Bu Jing’s face.
Anger follows.
His gaze shifts to Marcus.
Cold and resolute.
“After you win…”
“My family will join you.”
A pause.
“One condition.”
Marcus smiles.
Calm.
Certain.
“We will discuss it…”
“After the Si Family is no more.”
Silence settles between them.
Above, the sky remains heavy.
Below, hope still burns.
Unaware.
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Unprepared.
For what is about to fall.
A familiar pressure returns.
Demonic.
Violent.
Unmistakable.
Everyone lifts their heads at once.
Their expressions freeze.
Disbelief spreads across every face.
Mo Li… is coming back.
Impossible.
He was driven away.
He was being held back.
Thoughts collide chaotically in their minds.
Betrayal.
Failure.
Sothing has gone terribly wrong.
Before anyone can speak, the sky darkens again.
Mo Li appears above the island.
Without hesitation, he raises his hand.
Demonic energy gathers.
Condenses.
Forms a massive hand that blots out the light.
Then it descends.
Straight toward the Sect Master’s residence.
Hearts sink.
Hope collapses.
The future they had just imagined begins to crumble before their eyes.
No one can stop it.
No one dares to move.
The hand falls closer.
Closer.
Then,
A hiss echoes across the mountain.
Sharp.
Ancient.
A phantom erges.
A giant serpent coils around the entire peak, its body vast and overwhelming, its scales shimring with an ancient authority.
Its tail moves.
Snaps through the air.
The demonic hand shatters instantly.
Energy explodes outward.
The sky clears for a mont.
All eyes rise.
Mo Li looks up.
So does everyone else.
At the head of the serpent,
A woman stands.
Holding a banner.
The banner flutters in the wind, radiating a power far beyond the battlefield.
Recognition spreads instantly.
“The Sky Serpent Banner…”
Murmurs ripple through the crowd.
“It’s her…”
“Star…”
Star.
A deacon of the sect.
The woman whom many call the most beautiful on the island.
Now standing against a Soul Awakening cultivator.
The phantom serpent slowly uncoils from the mountain.
It lifts its massive head.
Faces Mo Li directly.
Mo Li’s eyes narrow.
Then gleam.
Greed surfaces instantly.
A Soul Enlightennt treasure.
If he takes it,
He gains far more than he was promised.
Destroying the Si Family earns him his reward from the Star Singer Tower.
But this…
This is beyond that.
Without hesitation, he attacks.
Demonic fireballs surge forward, one after another, tearing through the sky like falling stars.
Xingli does not move back.
She raises the banner.
Activates its power.
“Gravity Control.”
The space before her distorts.
A repulsion barrier forms instantly.
The fireballs collide with it,
And stop.
Held in place.
Then pushed away.
Deflected into the distance.
But Xingli’s body trembles slightly.
The strain is imdiate.
Her cultivation has not even reached the Soul Awakening Stage.
Yet she wields a treasure two realms above her.
The burden is imnse.
Her spirit strains.
Her energy drains rapidly.
She grits her teeth.
Holds her ground.
“I can only hold this for a few hours…”
Her gaze flickers briefly toward the Sect Master’s residence.
“Si Ying must break through before then…”
“Otherwise…”
She steadies herself.
The banner rises again.
“I cannot stop him.”
Mo Li attacks without pause.
Demonic fire floods the sky.
One wave after another.
Each strike is heavier than the last.
Each ant to break her defence.
Xingli does not retreat.
She stands upon the head of the phantom serpent, her figure unmoving as the Sky Serpent Banner trembles in her grasp.
“Gravity Control.”
The space before her bends again.
A repulsion field forms instantly.
The incoming fireballs slam into it,
Then scatter.
Deflected.
Crushed.
Sent flying in all directions.
Mo Li’s attacks grow fiercer.
His demonic flas surge, expanding into a storm that engulfs half the sky.
He swings his halberd, releasing arcs of burning destruction that cut through the air toward her.
Xingli responds without hesitation.
The serpent beneath her shifts.
Its massive body coils and moves.
Gravity distorts around it.
Every attack slows.
Bends.
Breaks apart before reaching her.
She blocks everything.
Again.
And again.
Below, the sect erupts in relieved murmurs.
“She’s holding him back…”
“We’re safe for now…”
Breaths that were held are finally released.
Hope flickers again.
Yet beneath that relief,
Discontent grows.
Unspoken.
Sharp.
Why her?
Why give such a treasure…
To an outsider?
Song Xingli may be a deacon.
But she joined only five years ago.
Her cultivation was already at the Fourth Stage when she arrived.
She did not grow within the sect.
She does not belong to its roots.
And yet,
The Sect Master entrusted her with the Sky Serpent Banner.
A treasure tied to the very foundation of the sect.
Indignation rises silently in many hearts.
Does the Sect Master not trust them?
On the mountain peak, Bu Jing watches quietly.
Then,
A faint smile appears.
Approval.
The sign is undeniable.
For years, no one in the sect has been able to truly comprehend the power of the Sky Serpent.
The inheritance remained dormant.
Unawakened.
Yet now,
Xingli calls forth its soul.
The phantom serpent moves under her command.
Not forced.
Not borrowed.
But understood.
“She has grasped it…”
Bu Jing’s eyes gleam.
Above, Marcus watches as well.
His gaze sharpens.
Recognition dawns slowly.
Song Xingli.
He had heard the na before.
A report from one of his deacons.
She had been seen around Serpent Island.
He assud she would have left by now.
Instead,
She stayed.
And now stands at the centre of everything.
Helping the Si Family.
Marcus’s expression turns thoughtful.
Cold.
Calculating.
“It doesn’t matter if we fail to take the island…”
“If we capture her…”
The value outweighs everything.
A plan begins to form in his mind.
Precise.
Decisive.
He sends a spirit transmission.
Toward the Gu Family.
The ti has co.
To act.
The change cos without warning.
Blades turn.
Auras shift.
And then,
The Gu Family strikes.
They attack the disciples around them, their weapons flashing with killing intent, targeting the Si Family first.
The betrayal is sudden.
Brutal.
Unmistakable.
Cries erupt across the sect.
“What are you doing?!”
“Gu Family!”
But there is no answer.
Only blood.
Only steel.
Chaos spreads instantly.
The Bu Family mbers retreat without hesitation.
Neutral disciples scatter, fleeing in all directions.
No one dares remain caught between two internal forces tearing each other apart.
In that mont, everything becos clear.
Mo Li’s return.
The perfect timing.
The confidence.
The Gu Family betrayed the sect.
The realisation hits like a blade to the heart.
The sect… has already fallen.
Battle erupts everywhere.
Si Family mbers fight desperately, their poisonous techniques clashing against the Gu Family’s fire and blade arts.
The ground cracks under the force of their exchanges.
Blood stains the stone paths.
Old alliances shatter in seconds.
Above it all, the sky continues to burn.
Mo Li presses his attack harder, sensing the shift below.
Demonic flas roar like a raging sea, crashing endlessly toward Xingli.
She sees everything.
The betrayal.
The chaos.
The collapse.
Her eyes flicker once.
Then steady again.
She does not move.
She cannot.
If she leaves,
Mo Li will strike the Sect Master’s residence.
Everything will end instantly.
So she stands.
And defends.
Again.
And again.
The Sky Serpent coils tighter around the mountain.
Gravity bends.
Every attack is repelled.
But the strain deepens.
Her hands tremble.
Her spirit weakens.
Still,
She holds.
“I cannot help…”
Her voice is silent within.
“Please… succeed.”
Her gaze fixes on the residence.
A quiet prayer.
Then she raises the banner once more.
Below, a group of Gu Family mbers break through the chaos.
They rush toward the Sect Master’s residence.
Fast.
Decisive.
Behind them, the Si Family cultivators chase desperately, trying to intercept.
Battles collide along the path.
Every step forward is fought with blood.
On the mountain peak, Marcus watches with a faint smile.
Everything unfolds as planned.
His eyes gleam.
If Si Ying fails to break through,
There will be no one left to oppose him.
And Bu Jing…
Will no longer have a reason to stop him.
Then,
Song Xingli will be his.
The order of the Leader will be fulfilled.
Beside him, Bu Jing’s expression darkens.
What he sees below…
Is ruin.
The sect fractures before his eyes.
Trust.
Loyalty.
Everything collapses.
After today,
The Giant Serpent Sect will exist in na only.
A hollow shell.
A broken force.
A flicker of doubt rises in his heart.
Was he wrong?
Should he have acted?
Should he have chosen differently?
But the thought fades quickly.
He is not only himself.
He is the leader of the Bu Family.
His choices carry their fate.
He closes his eyes briefly.
Then opens them again.
Cold.
Resolute.
Watching as everything falls apart.
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