When Ye Guan saw who had arrived, he was surprised. It was none other than Nun Rake. He looked at her, a bit wary, unsure of her true intentions. Nun Rake didn't say a word. In her left hand, she held the Divine Ruler Seal. With a flick of her right sleeve, the blood-colored void beside them shattered open, revealing a wide spacetime path. She turned to Ye Guan and simply said, "Go." Ye Guan gave her a long look before nodding, and he then soared away on his sword, vanishing into the distance. Seeing that, the gray-robed elder was just about to act when a terrifying wave of pressure surged toward him like a tidal wave. Startled, he turned sharply to face Nun Rake, who was staring him down with cold determination. The gray-robed elder's eyes narrowed. "We're going to deal with her first." And with that, he and his group charged at Nun Rake. Meanwhile, Ye Guan was speeding through the starry skies, pushing himself to the limit. He was tearing through spacetime itself to reach the Wastesea as soon as possible. However, the Wastesea was still extremely far. Even with the Qingxuan Sword, it would take at least a full day to reach. He gazed at the end of the endless spacetime tunnel ahead, lost in thought. The Divine Continent's remaining cultivators were quietly recovering from their brutal losses. The last battle had been a bloodbath; over thirty Divine Realm cultivators were killed, while the rest were wounded to varying degrees. They sat together in silence, tending to their injuries. Their expressions were dark, and their hearts were heavy. The East Desolates benefited from their struggles, and the Divinity was no more. They finally understood what that meant. Before, they didn't want the Divinity to return, thinking that without her, they could hold the reins of power for themselves and take control of the Divine Civilization. Without the Divinity, they realized... that they were nothing. They were in an awkward, powerless position. Surrender? The East Desolates had no intention of accepting surrender. And even if they did, these people couldn't bring themselves to kneel. After all, the Divine Civilization had once reigned over the East Desolates. Now, they were expected to kneel... and give up everything? Resist? And follow Ye Guan? There was no questioning it now. Ye Guan was the chosen successor of the Divinity. But the problem was... they all tried to kill him not long ago. And now they were supposed to bow down and serve? That was awkward, too. Still, their current priority was survival. Nearby, Nun Sickle and Nun Shepherd were healing. Nun Sickle's eyes were red and swollen, tears falling silently. She still couldn't accept that Sang Mei was gone. Nun Shepherd sat cross-legged, hands clenched tight, eyes full of gloom. She wasn't just mourning, she was thinking. She knew Sang Mei's death wasn't random. It was orchestrated, and the Great Daoist Brush Master was behind it. She slowly closed her eyes, forcefully suppressing the killing intent building deep within her. A blood debt... had to be repaid in blood. Not far off, Gu Pan sat slumped on the ground, visibly dejected. He hadn't even had the chance to join the last battle. Everyone there was a Divine Realm expert or higher... Before meeting Ye Guan, Gu Pan had been undefeated across the universes. Ever since he tagged along, he had been feeling weaker by the day. Of course, he knew it wasn't that he was getting weaker; it was that Ye Guan's enemies were getting stronger at an absurd rate. Today, his enemies were Higher Gods. Tomorrow, they would be Main Gods. The day after that? Full-blown Divine Realm experts. And after that? Those beyond the Divine Realm. Who could keep up with that?! Gu Pan let out a long sigh, realizing something—his brother was going through literal hell. It was unbelievable. The "training" from Ye Guan's family? Absolute nightmare. No ordinary person could make it through. He looked around, eyes full of mixed feelings. He knew it was time to leave. Staying now wouldn't help Ye Guan. If anything, he'd only drag him down... Outside, Ye Guan was flying at full speed. Just then, a sudden explosion shook the end of the spacetime tunnel ahead. A black spear burst through the void like lightning, shooting straight for him. Without hesitation, Ye Guan summoned the Qingxuan Sword. The sword and spear collided, and the spacetime tunnel crumbled around them. Ye Guan was thrown into a vast, quiet stretch of starry sky. The stars here were dim, cold, and distant. He caught the Qingxuan Sword and looked up. A man stood in the distance, clad in black armor that was made from unknown scales that twitched and writhed as if they were alive. It was a creepy sight. The man raised his hand, and the black spear returned to him. A deep gash was carved in the middle of it. The man said nothing. He hurled the spear again, fast as lightning. At the same time, Ye Guan turned into a sword light and vanished. A piercing sword cry echoed, shaking the starry skies. When the sword met the spear again, spacetime ruptured violently. A storm of power erupted between them, tearing everything apart. The black-armored man shook his spear, dispersing the impact. Then he launched into the air like a lightning bolt. Countless afterimages followed as he dove down with terrifying force. The most update n0vels are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 His spear smashed toward Ye Guan like a meteor. The impact blackened the surrounding stars; the spacetime nearby couldn't withstand the attack. However, Ye Guan didn't retreat. He shot upward, sword blazing. Powered by dual sword intents, his attack was heaven-shattering. His sword aura even suppressed the enemy's spear might. The man was blasted away, his spear light and spear intent were shattered into pieces. When Ye Guan's sword intent swept toward him, the living armor on his body writhed, radiating dark light that managed to block the worst of the strike. Once the man regained his footing, he gritted his teeth and clenched his left fist. His armor flared, violently dispersing Ye Guan's sword intents. Just then, a ten-thousand-meter-long sword light slashed toward him. His pupils shrank. He raised his spear horizontally to block, but when the Qingxuan Sword collided with the spear— —The spear shattered, and the sword sliced his shoulder. The black scales on his shoulder cracked but didn't break. Panic surged in his heart. He hadn't expected Ye Guan to damage the armor blessed by an East Desolates divine priest and infused with powerful divine energy. However, Ye Guan didn't give him time to think. He pressed down with his sword. The man's entire right arm was severed. He tried to retreat, but Ye Guan moved faster, darting forward like lightning. This sword strike was as fast as lightning! The man was horrified. He hadn't expected this kind of speed or ferocity from Ye Guan. He had no choice but to meet it head-on. Gritting his teeth, he balled his remaining fist and punched with all his strength, driven by sheer survival instinct. A wave of fist energy burst forth like a broken dam. Ye Guan's sword carved through it like tofu, splitting it cleanly, and then he cleaved the man's remaining arm in two. This time, Ye Guan didn't stop. As the man reeled from losing his second arm... Ye Guan's blade swept horizontally, chopping off his head in a single stroke. Blood exploded into the void. Ye Guan flicked his sword, blood spraying off the blade. He turned to look into the distance. Thousands of meters away, the spacetime trembled. Something... was coming. He narrowed his eyes. Little Pagoda's voice echoed in his mind. "Head for the Wastesea. Now!" But before the words finished, a black beam of light tore through space and hurtled toward him. Ye Guan didn't retreat. He charged forward, and his sword tore the beam apart. He looked up again. In that trembling patch of spacetime, a man was riding atop a massive demonic beast. The man was shirtless, riding a tiger-like creature with six wings and a deadly, sickle-like tail. Just its movements sliced the spacetime like paper. The rider locked eyes with Ye Guan. Without a word, he rushed straight at Ye Guan at lightning speed. He was so fast that Ye Guan couldn't even react properly to his movements and could only instinctively raise his sword to block. The impact launched Ye Guan nearly ten thousand meters away. As he stabilized, the demonic beast let out a wicked grin, baring its fangs. Then it vanished again, too fast to see, and lunged once more. This time, Ye Guan was ready. He didn't block instinctively; he braced himself for impact. With hands on the sword, he took on a stance. The Qingxuan Sword was aimed forward at the demonic beast, waiting for it to drive itself into it.