Chapter 860: Chapter 544: Turmoil (Part 3) Within the Martial Pavilion, those Great Martial Emperors with more seniority and unfathomable strength were still lining up. The difficult path ahead had long been predestined. Sun-Eroding Cry said no more, his figure slowly fading, as if merging into the void, quietly departing. The pavilion once again returned to tranquility. Xue Qing walked slowly back to the window, looking at the Dragon Fish leisurely swaying their tails in the emerald pond below, the frost in his eyes seemed to melt a little, and the corners of his lips lifted in an extremely faint arc. “The Martial Ancestor just came, probably bringing some good news.” In the martial arena, Gongyi Zi Yu looked up, cautiously examining the direction of the pavilion for a while before patting his chest, earnestly nodding and whispering to Tu Jingchuan by his side. Tu Jingchuan still had a tense face, looking serious, but ultimately couldn’t suppress his curiosity. He sneakily sent a message asking, “How do you know?” Gongyi Zi Yu rolled his eyes at him, but his brows relaxed considerably, the earlier worry slowly dissipating: “Isn’t it obvious? Master’s mood is clearly much better.” “I didn’t see it…” Tu Jingchuan was momentarily perplexed. In his eyes, the master was as cold as ice, showing no change at all. Gongyi Zi Yu snorted lightly, a bit disdainful: “With your stone head, you can hardly understand half a human word, how can you see anything deep?” “Junior Sister! How… how can you speak to Senior Brother like that!” Tu Jingchuan’s face tightened, slightly red, not knowing if it was due to anger or embarrassment. “You and I entered Master’s tutelage on the same day, why are you the Senior Brother? Master has never explicitly ranked us!” Gongyi Zi Yu lifted her chin, glancing at him sideways, her eyes full of challenge and defiance. At this moment, clear footsteps sounded from within the pavilion. Xue Qing walked slowly out of the building, clad in snow-white robes, her cool gaze swept over the two disciples who appeared to be practicing earnestly but were secretly competing. The two instantly stood straight as if their tails had been stepped on, holding their breath and focusing. Xue Qing’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, speaking blandly, her voice clear and resonant like ice crystals hitting jade: “In half a month, I will personally evaluate the progress of your cultivation and comprehension of combat skills.” Gongyi Zi Yu and Tu Jingchuan’s hearts tightened simultaneously. However, Xue Qing’s tone then shifted, her gaze softened a little, and the corners of her lips even carried a barely discernible smile: “The superior one will be my chief disciple.” Gongyi Zi Yu’s eyes instantly brightened, igniting with light, she bowed first, her voice crisp, “Disciple understands, I will not disappoint Master!” Tu Jingchuan’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but under Xue Qing’s gaze, he ultimately dared not refute in the slightest, only swallowing his words, following with a respectful bow, speaking sullenly: Meanwhile, in another Great Realm governed by the Martial Pavilion. The environment here was entirely different from the graceful elegance of the Immortal Island, the sky perpetually a suffocating twilight, as if the sunset was eternally paused in the moment before it falls. The earth was cracked, the scorching aura warped the air, red-hot lava flowed like the blood vessels of the land in giant ravines, occasionally bursting into huge bubbles, releasing a pungent sulfur smell and horrifying heat when they popped. A robust figure was battling amid a boiling lava lake, his opponents were several Flame True Dragons formed from the severe fire of the earth’s core and evil energy. Each collision exploded with earth-shattering booms, fist against flesh, blood flying, the battle was fiercely intense. Sun-Eroding Cry’s figure slowly emerged from the twisted heat waves, silently standing on a massive black rock, observing the exhilarating battle in the lava lake with a calm gaze. His gaze fell on Jun Huang, carefully sensing the Qi circulating around him, his brows imperceptibly furrowed slightly. According to the previous news from Xuri Heavenly Sect, Jun Huang’s younger sister, Jun Yixue, had been exceptionally granted a spot due to her outstanding talent, entering the Heaven Burial Palace. This was supposed to be a good thing, if the siblings both gained something, perhaps they could look after each other in the future. But now, the final result from Heaven Burial Palace had been sent back… Only three people came out alive. Among them, two identities could almost certainly be confirmed as Zheng Chu and Yun Tianji of the Immortal Court. The probability that the last person was Jun Yixue was extremely small, almost nonexistent. Sun-Eroding Cry’s Divine Sense carefully swept over the boiling, fiery blood around Jun Huang, his expression slightly grave. As he expected, the extremely faint thread in Jun Huang’s destiny line representing a close familial bond had already completely broken, entirely vanished. The implication was self-evident. Finally, the battle in the lake concluded, Jun Huang let out a suppressed roar of fury, covered in wounds, his eyes filled with fierce fearlessness as he smashed the last Flame True Dragon’s head to pieces. The scorching dragon blood poured over him like a waterfall, hissing on contact, yet he seemed oblivious, greedily absorbing the Fire Essence Qi contained within. The boy, bathing in dragon blood, looked up, panting, and happened to spot Sun-Eroding Cry by the shore, the ferocity on his face swiftly faded, replaced by genuine joy and respect. He couldn’t care about tending to his wounds, hurriedly leaping out of the lava lake, bowing deeply in a grand salute: “Disciple greets Master!” Sun-Eroding Cry looked at his rapidly healing wounds and increasingly robust aura, a flicker of satisfaction passing through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by heaviness. He didn’t beat around the bush, speaking in a low voice: The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 “The final result of Heaven Burial Palace has come.” The smile on Jun Huang’s face momentarily froze, seemingly sensing something, a thread of tension emerging in his gaze. Sun-Eroding Cry fixed his gaze on him, enunciating clearly: “Your sister Jun Yixue… should be dead by now.” As the words fell, the residual smile on Jun Huang’s face completely froze, shattering inch by inch like fragile porcelain, the blood color rapidly draining from his face, transforming it into a sheet of deathly white.