In the northwestern reaches of the vast Sachi Desert, within the borders of a certain kingdom. At the break of dawn, an aircraft invisible to both radar and satellite slowly descended onto a Dami military base. Several people shot out from its hatch, blending into the endless sands as they sped swiftly along the rolling dunes. The base was far smaller than the one that Wang Sheng and his companions had previously visited. However, as though forewarned that cultivators would come to attack, it had already entered a state of full lockdown. Every available weapon system had been activated, and space-based armaments hung ready above, awaiting orders to fire. A truck had driven into the compound an hour earlier, and the security had been raised to its highest level since. Fear spread among the soldiers. They felt as though a hellish legion was about to claw its way up from under the desert or an Eastern cultivator was about to descend from the skies at any moment. Several Gelan words echoed from above. Spoken slowly, they struck the hearts of everyone below. "Hand over the devilish sword, and you shall be spared." Though it could be considered a courtesy before combat, the base fell into a deathly silence. Every gaze turned upward, finding no more than a silhouette the size of a rice grain. However, the energy detectors told them that the sky above the base had been filled with a mass of blazing crimson energy. It resembled the rising sun, like a nuclear warhead suspended above their heads. The base remained in pin-drop silence for several seconds. Across the base and over every radio frequency, frantic shouts then broke out one after another. The entire installation erupted into chaos. "Target sighted! It's a cultivator from the Hua Republic!" "What the fuck! Look up! It's the Hua Republic's heavenly tribulation wielder! The Illegitimate Son of Zeus!" "Everyone, retreat! We've got no chance of winning!" "Calm yourselves! No one is invincible! He's not a god!" Though their cries were chaotic, the soldiers of the Dami Empire were well-trained. They steadied themselves quickly. Despair filled their eyes, but no one made the mistake of opening fire. In the sky, Wang Sheng repeated the same Gelan words, feeling his grasp of the language improving with each attempt. However, finding no reaction from below, he assumed they had not yet recognized him. He raised his left hand and began to use enchanted power to recreate heavenly tribulation for the first time since reaching the Nascent Soul Realm. To his surprise, his control and perception of enchanted power had advanced by a qualitative leap. This was the true benefit of the Nascent Soul Realm. Recreating a heavenly tribulation had become effortless and efficient. The rate of power conversion soared, the waste diminished, and the speed of transforming energy into cyan mist increased severalfold. From only being able to summon a tribulation cloud about a hundred square meters wide, he could now summon one that grew ever thicker and spanned thousands. The moment the tribulation cloud appeared, piercing alarms blared throughout the base. It was as though they were now faced with a genuine heavenly tribulation warning. Behind the weapon consoles, cold sweat streamed down the faces of the young operators. Many stared in despair as their fingers traced across foreheads and chests in prayer. When a heavenly lightning struck one of Dami's military bases in Sakura Island, it was completely reduced to ruins. Today, the same doom was about to descend upon them. They were not fools. Having heard the Hua Republic cultivator call out twice, they already understood what he had come for. The Jialington Group's dark research—the devilish blade. Though the organization had already been branded as terrorists, the empire still sheltered them. Unfortunately, the soldiers had no other choice but to obey orders. "Energy readings detected outside the base! It's the Hua Republic's cultivator again!" "They brought hundreds of men—no, they only brought three! Identities confirmed: they are all registered as A-class threats!" "They're serious. We need immediate orders!" The radio waves carried their frantic reports to the command center. Within a cramped command room, several officers had already fallen into a heated dispute. In just a short time, they had become red in the face and begun shouting at the top of their lungs. Some questioned Wang Sheng's strength and placed full faith in their weaponry, urging that they had to fight to the death. Others argued that the tragedy at the Sakura Island base was proof enough that they could not defeat the Hua Republic cultivator. They urged that the weapon he sought be surrendered immediately. "Hand it over? What about our dignity and our empire's honor? Do those mean nothing to you?!" "Research that violates the laws of nature does not represent the honor of the empire. We must consider the lives of the young men in this base. More than a thousand lives are at risk here!" "What? You don't even have the courage to face him in battle?!" "Forgive me for being blunt, but this recklessness, not courage!" A young soldier wearing headphones suddenly turned his head and interjected, "Target descending at high speed! The target has landed in the base!" The reinforced ceiling collapsed. Someone cried out to open fire, and several bursts of gunfire rang out. However, the shots ceased almost instantly. Through the smoke unhurriedly strode a figure in Daoist robes, making it seem as though he was merely taking a casual walk. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had appeared before several officers. With a flash of sword radiance, their uniforms disintegrated into drifting shreds. Now only in their undergarments, four to five Dami officers stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch. With his sword on his back, Wang Sheng stood and surveyed the layout of the Dami base's command room with quiet interest. "Sir?" a soldier tremblingly said. Wang Sheng calmly repeated the Gelan words. "Hand over the devilish sword, and your lives shall be spared." The officers immediately began to speak with utmost caution, only to realize that Wang Sheng could not understand them at all. A technician nearby pulled out a phone exported from the Hua Republic and opened its translation software. A gentle synthesized voice immediately spoke up, easily breaking the language barrier. Half a minute later, Huai Jing and the other two received a message. They stopped in midair and on the ground, exposed to the enemy's full firepower. A few more minutes passed, and a truck drove out from the base toward them. Wang Sheng soon walked out of the command room and leaped onto the roof of the truck. High above, the small tribulation cloud followed the pull of his sword finger, drifting to one side of the base. Dozens of lightning bolts cleaved down, carving out a pit-ridden expanse in the sand before the Dami soldiers' eyes. Wang Sheng cut open the truck's cargo hold, drew out a long safe that contained the devilish sword, and brought it before his companions. Meanwhile, the driver jumped out of the cab and fled back to the base in terror. "Why don't you wipe them all out, Brother Sheng?" Wang Sheng raised his right hand, and Spiritless cleaved the safe and the devilish sword cleanly in two. He then twirled his sword, slicing across the split safe and leaving several sword marks. Along with harsh metallic scraping inside, the devilish sword shattered into fragments. Using his enchanted power, he drew out the blood-red fragments and deposited them into his Crane-Spirit Treasure Pouch. "I just sent a warning to the Dami Empire through their military," Wang Sheng explained calmly. "Let's go back to the aircraft. Once we cross into the Mediterranean, we can't fly wherever we like anymore." Shi Qianzhang asked curiously, "Warning?" Wang Sheng replied, "Yeah. I told them that their empire should weigh matters carefully. Our goal is to destroy every devilish sword. Whoever shelters them will share their guilt. Whoever reports them will earn honor." The others could not help but laugh. To threaten the arrogant Dami military so directly and make it work was no easy feat. In this world, few were strong enough to accomplish it alone. Wang Sheng gazed southward. "This base wasn't that difficult to deal with, but the next will be more complex. We have to think about it carefully." Liu Yunzhi asked, "How complex?" Huai Jing tilted his chin toward the Dami base. "Let us discuss it in the aircraft." Wang Sheng sheathed Spiritless. The group rose together, flying on objects toward the hidden plane. They had scarcely departed when an anti-tank missile launched from the base and blasted the truck apart as an act of spite, not duty. The undetectable aircraft flew west toward the sea, where they would board a passenger ship. The investigation unit also sent the location of their next target along with a series of tactical suggestions. Previously, they had issued full battle plans. Now, they only offered suggestions, which felt more realistic. The four men had yet to begin discussing strategy when they heard a drowsy yawn from one of the seats. "Where is this? Why am I here…? Has the operation begun yet, Daoist Master Wang?" Dale rose from her seat. Looking curiously at the sealed bulkhead beside her, she realized that they were in the air. The four men exchanged wry smiles. Shi Qianzhang muttered, "We have already left Africa. We are heading to the territory of the Light Faction." "Huh?" Dale's face flushed with embarrassment. "You didn't even need my help?" Huai Jing chuckled. "No, you already helped greatly. At the very least, you did not become a burden to us." Liu Yunzhi and Wang Sheng smiled warmly at her. Dale looked ever more embarrassed as she slapped her smooth forehead again and again. "It's your turn now," Wang Sheng said. "Our fifth destination is a lawless and disorderly city, the most likely place for a devilish sword to be hidden. Unfortunately, the investigation unit has run into trouble. Outside the Hua Republic's borders, they don't have enough manpower for a thorough pursuit. They only managed to narrow down the sword's location. Can we ask the Light Faction for help?" Dale nodded. "Of course. Which city is it? I will contact the Light Council immediately." Liu Yunzhi couldn't help but mutter, "That name sounds a little…" With an accent, Wang Sheng answered, "Bijialun, the City of Sin." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Dale blinked, then quickly nodded once more. She took out her phone and began reaching out to her connections. Shi Qianzhang whispered, "Is Bijialun really that chaotic?" "It is the fiercest battleground between the two factions. Both sides contest control of the city, resulting in heavy casualties every day," Dale replied in a hushed tone. A moment later, her eyes shone with realization. "I see! Those bloodthirsty devilish swords are most likely to thrive in such an environment! Wait, fifth destination?" She stared wide-eyed at the three Daoists and the monk. "You've already destroyed four devilish swords?" Wang Sheng just smiled faintly.