After breaking through to the realm of Dou Wang, the very next morning Chen Mo set out to find a suitable place to conduct his experiments. It was a secluded valley, with a small creek running through it. Standing within the stream, Chen Mo placed his hand upon the hilt of the Demonbane Sword, his posture fixed as if about to draw it. His eyes slowly closed. The instant his eyes shut, the clear skies above were suddenly swallowed by dark clouds. Autumn thunder rumbled within the heavens, and rain poured down in sheets. The curtain of rain fell violently, scattering into mist around Chen Mo. His short hair, already reaching his neck, whipped about in the air. At that very moment, heaven and earth became utterly silent. From the black sword in his hand radiated a power that could not be described—indescribable yet tangible, an unstoppable penetrative force. The mist shrouding Chen Mo’s body was formed by the evaporation of rainwater as his Dou Qi surged outwards. That vapor whirled around him, condensing into a vortex that gathered toward his right hand, the one grasping the sword. The valley wind suddenly picked up. And it grew louder, stronger. The gale blew straight toward Chen Mo. Even the rain falling from the skies above was caught in the invisible storm, pulled and funneled toward the ominous long sword in his hand. Chen Mo’s eyes snapped open. From within those deep, star-like pupils burst forth a razor-sharp sword light. The blade rose—then cut forward in a single swing. In that instant, the entire valley shrouded in dark clouds blazed with dazzling black and white light, outshining the thunder rolling in the heavens. A sword intent stretching over a hundred zhang tore through the void. The sword’s cry was ethereal, piercing—like a droplet striking a cold, deep pool, silencing all other sounds of heaven and earth. The sword intent swept through the storm like a dragon roaming wild, its destructive might annihilating the dense forest within the valley. Every tree, every blade of grass, all were reduced to dust in the wake of a single strike. All of this occurred in but a fleeting moment. When the sword light faded, deathly silence fell upon the land. Only Chen Mo remained, dressed in white robes, standing in the stream with his sword in hand beneath the dim heavens. If one looked closely, the flowing creek at his feet, when nearing his toes, actually parted on its own—diverted as though blocked by an invisible force. The three-foot blade tilted downward, its edge pointing toward the water’s surface. The rain, dispersed by his sword intent, once again fell, dripping down the length of the sword and scattering into the stream below. The most update n0vels are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Chen Mo glanced at the barren space where dense forest had once been, then raised his head. From his back erupted a pair of golden wings. With a single beat, his body shot upward into the sky. The moment he rose into the air, the enclosed valley below gave a thunderous rumble and collapsed in on itself, flattening into level ground within moments. At that instant, the clouds broke apart, sunlight spilling across the earth. When Chen Mo returned to the imperial capital, the skies above suddenly resounded with thunderous blasts. At the site of the explosions, a mass of energy condensed into a great cloud. Beside it, a sharp sword pierced straight into the heavens. "... Yunlan Sect." Chen Mo muttered under his breath before returning to his manor. Inside the room, Yafei paced back and forth in her red qipao, her expression anxious as she muttered under her breath: "Where has that little brat run off to...?" The door opened, and the white-robed figure of Chen Mo stepped inside. The moment she saw him, Yafei exclaimed, "Chen Mo! Where have you been? Something major has happened!" Chen Mo walked in unhurriedly, taking a seat on the round stool by the table. At his waist, the Yin-Yang Jade continuously replenished his Dou Qi, circulating around his body like a coiling dragon. Pouring himself a cup of tea, he casually lifted it and asked, "What is it?" before taking a long sip. "The war at the frontlines has broken out again!" Yafei blurted. Chen Mo spat out the tea he had just drunk, his eyes wide in shock. "What!?" Previously, in the story... A major fortress of the Jia Ma Empire, known for its prosperity. But now, as multiple Dou Zong descended from the skies above the city, the atmosphere grew unbearably oppressive, filled with the sense of an impending storm. Within both camps, murmurs spread like wildfire. On the Serpent-People’s side, an unusual unrest stirred. Meanwhile, atop the city walls, the empire’s soldiers and the Yunlan Sect disciples exchanged glances. In each other’s eyes, they saw the same deeply hidden joy. It seemed today’s great battle would end in their victory. Yet within Die, Yue Mei, and the others, a deep unease welled up. Their gazes all fell upon Queen Medusa. Her narrow eyes gleamed coldly, her face heavy with solemnity as she stared into the dissipating black mist. From within that fog, seven figures emerged. Besides the familiar faces—Han Feng, the Gold and Silver Elders, and Protector Wu—the remaining three were completely unfamiliar. "Queen Medusa," Protector Wu sneered, his voice laced with venom. "The blood debt from last time, I will repay you tenfold. First, I’ll tear your soul from your body, then toss your corpse into a troop of ape-beasts to suffer their... torment." His tongue flicked across his lips as he spoke, his malice laid bare for all to hear. At the mention of throwing her body to beasts, every woman present shivered. Even Yun Yun frowned slightly, her distaste plain. Die gritted her teeth, her face dark with disgust and killing intent. "Bastard..." The tribal leaders of the Serpent-People clenched their fists, veins bulging as they stared daggers at the shadowed mist. Queen Medusa’s eyes turned icy. The colossal beast spirit behind her let out a thunderous roar and surged straight toward Protector Wu. Feeling her killing intent, Protector Wu only sneered. "Do you think you alone can stand against four Dou Zong?" "Protector Xuan—let’s attack together!" At his call, another cloaked figure cloaked in black fog stepped forth. With a wave of his hand, thick black mist surged outward, and a chain as dark as a viper shot toward the beast spirit. "Don’t forget to share the credit with me," Protector Xuan chuckled coldly as another identical black chain whipped out, coiling around the beast spirit. The two chains bound the colossal entity tightly in midair, halting its advance. "Is that all?" Protector Xuan mocked, his expression one of contempt. Just this? But in the next moment, his face changed drastically. The black chains trembled violently—then with a sharp crack, they snapped apart. The ancient beast spirit roared as it lunged straight toward Protector Wu. "This... impossible!" Shock filled Protector Xuan’s eyes. If you want to support me or read advanced Chapters (21+), consider checking out my pat. patr*on.com/Salsita2k