In an instant, the blazing sun radiating across the sky collapsed into a halo less than two meters in diameter, thin as a cicada’s wing, clashing effortlessly with the axe’s edge. After only a ten-thousandth of a second’s standoff, the halo, symbolizing supreme brilliance, shattered, and the overwhelming axe blade slowly descended, completely enveloping Emperor Shitian’s figure. As Chaotic Divine Power melted his physical form into ethereal mist, Emperor Shitian gazed calmly at Zhu Haomiao and murmured softly at the last moment. "Today’s cause, tomorrow’s effect, Dragon’s Son, I await you in the High Sky." In the next second, the divinity sustaining his existence was thoroughly crushed, and Emperor Shitian disintegrated into a mass of seven-colored divine light, dispersing instantly across the heavens and earth. As if sensing the fall of a great being, the entire world trembled and mourned, and infinite sorrow surged from the depths of the souls of all living beings, causing them to shed tears uncontrollably. Yet, the black-clad youth standing in the void was unmoved, merely frowning at the axe blade’s continued descent. Seemed like it came down a bit too forcefully... But at this moment, there was no strength left to retract the Pangu Axe, and Zhu Haomiao could only watch helplessly as the axe blade struck the earth, unleashing the remaining Chaotic Divine Power. From a high vantage point, the axe blade cleaved open the Earth’s crust, and molten golden-red magma spewed forth. The residual power continued to spread forward, cutting through snow-capped mountains thousands of meters high like slicing a cake through the entire plateau. Captured from high-altitude satellite imagery, a bright red "scar" appeared on the planet’s surface. It was a terrifying canyon stretching several thousand kilometers into the Earth’s crust, spewing molten magma, and even from a satellite’s perspective, it was shockingly prominent. "That direction, corresponding to reality... should be the Himalayas..." "Did the Commander slice open the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau along with the Himalayas?!" On the ground, Bai Linglong dumbly stared at the images sent back by the satellite, murmuring absentmindedly, her mind blank. Is this really the scene that should appear in the Second Layer Heaven? A destructive force capable of altering the planet’s dimensional terrain is something only mythic-level masters could typically achieve. And I, supposedly, perhaps, it seems, maybe, likely, indeed am at the Second Layer Heaven... Her dazed eyes looked towards an almost indiscernible tiny black dot in the sky, and Bai Linglong slapped herself with force, staying silent for two seconds before raising the corners of her mouth in absurdity, feeling the burning pain on her face. The fact proved that when a person is speechless to the extreme, they indeed laugh. Not only she, but beside her, Huai Xu also had a face full of self-mocking smiles, his eyes vacant and hollow. As fellow Chinese Martial Gods, why are you so monstrous? You... you are beyond human... Countless curses rolled in his chest, but in the end, Huai Xu let out a long sigh of relief, snorting with self-mockery. On the other side, Zhu Haomiao stood calmly atop the heavens, watching the giant Pangu Axe gradually fade into illusion, taking a slow, deep breath. Accompanying his will, the Dharma Form of the Orochi on the earth unfurled like a fan, opening its greedy giant mouth toward the void. The ever-insatiable serpent’s jaws detached and almost opened to 180 degrees, as if eight miniature black holes were blooming in the air, while the multicolored mist enveloping the world plunged into it like swallows returning to the forest, swelling the serpent’s neck to several times its size! Simply can’t finish it! As he devoured the remnants of Emperor Shitian’s Source Quality maddeningly, the nearly exhausted spirit and body of Zhu Haomiao began to regain strength, and the depths of his pupils once again erupted with a distorted, eerie black light. At that moment, a lightning bolt several meters thick streaked across the sky, striking directly onto Zhu Haomiao. In the intense pain, the Power of Laws permeated his body and mind, elevating and transforming his Concepts, accelerating the enigmatic, irreversible ritual. The tribulation clouds, originally dispersed by the residual might of the Pangu Axe, regrouped, and countless lightning flashes converged, forming a pool of thunder that engulfed the black-clad youth. In the void, an invisible, deep rift slowly expanded, releasing an irresistible gravitational pull. Unable to resist the pull of the High Sky Rank, Zhu Haomiao’s form floated uncontrollably upward, while the mountain-like Orochi under him let out a painful yet joyful hiss, greedily devouring the scattered Source Quality throughout the sky even more. Sensing he could no longer stop the pull of the High Sky Rank, Zhu Haomiao sighed slightly, letting the laws of heaven cleanse and refine him, quietly gazing into the distance. Meanwhile, in the Imperial City of Da Zhen, thousands of miles from the battlefield, Wilson felt something and lifted his gaze, meeting Zhu Haomiao’s eyes over the vast distance. The same dark light flickered and resonated in both their eyes, and in the next moment, Wilson’s figure writhed and twisted, transforming into the image of Zhu Haomiao. Transforming across space, Zhu Haomiao took a step forward, arriving next door, where he saw Zhao Nuo looking worriedly into the distance. Diao Chan, in her arms, was the first to notice her master’s aura, breaking free and excitedly pouncing onto Zhu Haomiao. "Shuishui~ Shuishui is back~" Hearing the commotion behind her, Zhao Nuo abruptly turned around, her eyes widening in shock. "Brother? You... no, aren’t you in the Western Regions?" Earlier, with the mystical connection of the National Guardian Divine Tripod, she could vaguely sense his location, but seeing the black-clad youth in front of her at this moment made her doubt herself. There it was again, that familiar, indifferent smile, as if nothing in the world was worth holding close. Suddenly, the youth’s figure flickered, like a dream illusion, ethereal and unreal. A subtle understanding welled up in Zhao Nuo’s heart, tightly clenching her chest. In the next second, her greatest fear became reality. Seeing the increasingly ethereal outline of the black-clad youth, Zhao Nuo dove into his arms, holding on tightly. "Don’t go! Please, stay with me!" Listening to the young girl’s tearful pleas and seeing her pitiful eyes filled with tears, Zhu Haomiao gently wiped them away, smiling softly and shaking his head. "I cannot stay; I do not belong to this world." Upon hearing this, Zhao Nuo was shocked, suddenly understanding something. She understood why he always looked at this world with an aloof gaze. She understood why he seemed indifferent to everything. The long-standing confusion was unraveled at this moment, and Zhao Nuo finally realized why she always had an ominous feeling that her brother could disappear at any time! It turned out he truly did not belong to this world! With small fists tightly gripping his dark robe, Zhao Nuo trembled slightly, burying her face in Zhu Haomiao’s chest, stubbornly refusing to let go, as if by doing so, she could make him stay. Amused, Zhu Haomiao stroked her head, supported her shoulders, and gently pushed her away, locking eyes with her. Only at this moment did he suddenly notice that the impression of the young and innocent girl had transformed into a graceful young maiden. He could no longer treat her as a child.