The entire Featherlight Heavenly Palace was an immense city floating in the sky, piercing through clouds. No one knew its true size, depth, or mysteries within. Despite its vastness, the Heavenly Punishment Platform was the deadliest, most solemn place in the entire palace. Even Lin Heng, with his bold personality, shivered—a chill rising from his core. And he had good reason: countless powerful Heavenly Realm figures had died here since the Featherlight Sect’s founding. It was heaven’s executioner, delivering perfect karma without error. They ascended the thirty-six hundred jade steps one by one, each stained with spots of blood, relics of battles that claimed mighty lives. With their cultivation level, they could fly, but on the Heavenly Punishment Platform, no one dared to fly. It was a strict rule, one that even the elders followed. At the top lay a vast plaza before the Heavenly Punishment Great Hall. On the plaza stood a square punishment platform that measured ninety feet in height, width, and length. It wasn’t jade, but ordinary-looking stone radiating an aura of ancient vicissitude. No one knew what stone it was. This was the true heart of the Heavenly Punishment Platform: the place where rebels were killed, demon gods were beheaded, and legacy disciples fought to the death. Blood-stained steps and a jungle of weapons! A majestic hall and a vast plaza! All of this painted a unique picture of the grounds where immortals were executed. Lin Heng looked at Chen Fan and said coldly, “Chen Fan, we still haven’t stepped onto the Heavenly Punishment Platform. It’s not too late to regret. Else, today will be your death.” “Hahahaha, just say you’re scared, Lin Heng. I’m getting on that platform today to use you, to establish my might and make an example. Then we’ll see which mosquitoes still dare to bother me!” Chen Fan said indifferently. “What?!” Lin Heng was furious. Chen Fan disregarded him, saying that he would use him to establish his might. The arrogance was infuriating. His cultivation was clearly far inferior to Lin Heng’s, but he acted like the opposite. That expression on his face was truly detestable. “Hmph, cut the nonsense and go up to the Heavenly Punishment Platform to fight, Lin Heng. Today, you’ll become a fallen soul under my hands and my target to cement my power!” Chen Fan strode onto the Heavenly Punishment Platform and looked at Lin Heng coldly. As soon as he swept up to the platform, a bell rang out. This was a chime unique to the Heavenly Punishment Platform. It signified that someone had risen to the platform. All of a sudden, light shone from all the peaks. Many disciples soared into the sky from the peaks and looked at the Heavenly Punishment Platform from afar. Hearing a deadly fight was about to begin, excitement surged. They flew toward the platform, eager to watch. Although skirmishes amongst disciples were common in the Featherlight Sect, battles on the Heavenly Punishment Platform were different, sometimes not happening for a whole year. After all, those who joined the Featherlight Sect were all extraordinary individuals; usually, they were busy wandering around or practicing their martial arts to break through to the next level of cultivation, fighting against the heavens to seize life. Few had time for death matches. Disciples from all directions came to the vicinity of the Heavenly Punishment Great Hall, looking at Chen Fan standing on the tall Heavenly Punishment Platform. “Who is he? Middle-stage Invincible Legendary realm, yet he dares to come to the Heavenly Punishment Platform. Interesting.” “Isn’t he Chen Fan? He returned half a year ago from the Mystical Gates Immortal Manor with a haul of treasures, and got three hundred thousand merit points for that.” “Who’s dueling him? I heard he has a deep feud with Gu Xun. Is this a death match with Gu Xun?” “My god, he’s joined the sect just a year ago, right? From Lesser Legendary to Invincible Legendary in one year... What a terrifying speed.” “No wonder he stood out in the lower realm. The lower realms are just barren lands that have to accumulate a tiny bit of luck over thousands of years to produce some children of great fortune, but they are peerless prides of heaven there. Not as monstrous here, but still absolute geniuses.” “That’s right. They are very outstanding figures in the lower realms, but the Heavenly Dao’s laws bottleneck them. Arriving in the Heavenly Realm is like a fish entering the sea, allowing them to unleash their full potential finally.” As the crowd buzzed, more disciples arrived, including high-class immortal realm cultivators and even elites. Huang Wuji and the others, fresh from seclusion, heard the news of Chen Fan and Lin Heng’s duel and rushed over. “Come on up, Lin Heng. Cold feet?” Chen Fan taunted from the Heavenly Punishment Platform, eyes on Lin Heng’s sour face. Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 “Today, I will cut you down before all these senior brothers and sisters, proving that though we’re from the lower realms, we’re no pushovers. You view us as country bumpkins; to me, you’re just a silkpants from the Heavenly Realm. No merit, only arrogance. How can you compare to me? I’ve cut down demons and faced death countless times, rising from weakness. I have sent all those who wanted to kill me to hell. You won’t be different. You think you can suppress me because of your higher cultivation? Ridiculous. Today, you’ll learn that higher cultivation means nothing without substance.” Chen Fan’s words angered Lin Heng so much that he was practically smoking from his head. He was relentlessly berating him until he felt utterly worthless. “Damned bastard! You talk big without shame! You’ve experienced numerous battles and survived many life-or-death situations, but so did I. How dare you humiliate me ! Today, I’ll use your fresh blood to wash away this humiliation. A country bumpkin you remain—no matter the Heavenly Realm, you’ll never be a true dragon!” Lin Heng was extremely furious. Before his voice fell, he had already swept up to the Heavenly Punishment Platform. “Hmph, I never thought of myself as a true dragon or whatnot. Even if I am a country bumpkin, I’m not someone you can bully and humiliate as you wish. Take my punch. I’ll see how skilled a Void Immortal like you is.” Chen Fan stepped forward, the ground seeming to crack beneath him. His physique was a tank. His punch thundered, warping space, the clang of impact howling. He made the first move, attacking Lin Heng with lightning speed.