Chapter 5: The Master of the Realm, the Five Great Sects, and the Unfolding Horizon

The deep stone hall beneath the Central Dragon-Tiger Shrine was bathed in an eerie, peaceful stillness following the total containment of the realm core. The ancient stone walls, carved with intricate murals depicting immortal warriors riding dragons and fierce tigers tearing through heavenly clouds, no longer flickered with unpredictable, dangerous spatial fluctuations. Instead, every stone, every pillar, and every speck of dust in the vast subterranean complex pulsed in a rhythmic, gentle cadence that matched the slow, deep breathing of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood at the center of the former sealing altar, his feet suspended three inches above the stone floor on a thin disc of pure golden origin light. His dark green silk robes, embroidered with silver dragon scale patterns, fluttered gently despite the absence of any wind.

Inside his dantian, where a modest puddle of spiritual energy had once resided, there now floated a magnificent, glowing nine-petaled Golden Lotus Foundation. Each petal was as crystalline as polished yellow jade, carved with delicate runes of ancient lightning and fire. Surrounding the lotus was a vast, motionless sea of liquid golden origin force—the result of refining the Seventh-Grade Earth Spirit Vein and breaking through the barrier between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment.

Lin Chen opened his eyes. A pair of golden light beams shot out from his pupils, piercing through the dim gloom of the hall before vanishing into thin air.

[CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HOST!]

[Status Check:]

[Name: Lin Chen]

[Realm: First Level Foundation Establishment Realm (Flawless Nine-Petal Golden Foundation)]

[Physique: Celestial Lightning-Furnace Body (Stage Three)]

[Bound Assets: Dragon-Tiger Pocket World (Seventh-Grade Earth Spirit Vein)]

[Subordinate Allies:]

• Su Qingyao: First Level Foundation Establishment (Heavenly Nine-Ice Body, Bound with Ice-Heart Divine Sword)
• Huang Yanyan: Middle-Stage Golden Core Realm (Blood Demon Empress Reincarnate, Origin Core Restored)
• Zhao Ling: Peak Foundation Establishment Realm (Golden Core Meridians 85% Restored)[Fate Value Points: 1,700][Protagonist Counter-Measures: Ye Tian Neutralized (Dantian Shattered, Soul-Storing Ring Confiscated)]

Lin Chen gently let his feet touch the cool stone floor. As his soles made contact, a wave of subtle spatial ripple expanded outward from his body, spanning the entire three-hundred-mile circumference of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm.

Through his soul connection with the Realm Stone now fused inside his dantian, Lin Chen possessed an absolute, god-like view of every corner of this pocket world.

He could see the rolling misty valleys in the eastern region, where rare hundred-year and thousand-year spirit herbs grew undisturbed under the shadow of jagged cliffs. He could see the thunder-plagued northern peaks, where wild spiritual beasts roared in confusion as the ancient defensive array adjusted to its new master. And at the western perimeter, near the spatial exit portal where hundreds of rogue cultivators and clan disciples had gathered, he could observe every individual’s facial expression, every whisper, and every hidden scheme.

“Husband,” Huang Yanyan purred smoothly, taking a light step forward. Her long crimson hair swished against her waist, her posture radiating an effortless, breathtaking elegance. She reached out and rested her pale, delicate hand against Lin Chen’s chest, feeling the steady, mighty beat of his heart. “The entire pocket world is breathing with you now. How does it feel to be the true master of an ancient sect’s domain?”

Lin Chen looked down at her, smiling gently as he wrapped his arm around her slender waist. “It feels like a very solid foundation, Yanyan. But having a domain is only the first step. Managing it and converting its raw potential into absolute power for our people is where the real work begins.”

Su Qingyao walked up from the eastern entrance of the hall, her Ice-Heart Divine Sword sheathed at her waist. Her white dress rustled like falling snow, her calm blue eyes shining with quiet admiration as she looked at Lin Chen.

“Lin Chen,” Su Qingyao said softly, her voice crisp and clear like mountain spring water. “The spatial portals across the secret realm are beginning to stabilize under your control. However, outside the misty canyon in the real world, the news of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm opening has already spread beyond Azure Cloud City. Representatives from the Five Great Sects of the Eastern Province are likely assembling outside right now.”

Zhao Ling stepped out from the shadow of a stone pillar, her black sword armor spotless. She bowed deeply toward Lin Chen, her voice firm and respectful. “Young Master, Ye Tian has been completely locked in the subterranean suppression array of the side hall. His meridians are severed, his dantian is shattered, and his physical body is bound by Third-Tier Spirit-Suppressing Chains. He cannot break free even if he possessed ten lives.”

“Good work, Zhao Ling,” Lin Chen nodded approvingly. “Leave Ye Tian there for now. A fallen ‘Son of Heaven’ whose destiny halo has been broken is no longer a direct threat, but his remaining bloodline and physical body may still serve a purpose for future research or pill refining.”

Lin Chen then turned his gaze toward the dark jade ring resting inside his spatial ring. With a light flick of his wrist, he produced the ancient, serpent-engraved dark jade ring, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Senior Alchemist,” Lin Chen said calmly, addressing the soul inside. “You may come out now.”

A wisp of dark grey smoke drifted out from the ring, condensing into the translucent, phantom figure of an old man with long white eyebrows and an ancient Taoist robe. The old man immediately dropped to his knees in mid-air, bowing frantically toward Lin Chen and Huang Yanyan.

“Old Man Mu Feng pays respect to the Young Master! Pays respect to the Demon Empress!” the ghost soul squeaked, his voice trembling with sheer terror. “This old servant was utterly foolish in the past to be deceived by that brat Ye Tian! I beg Young Master Lin to show mercy and spare this remnant soul! I am willing to hand over my life-soul imprint and serve Young Master Lin as a slave for all eternity!”

Huang Yanyan let out a cold, light snort. “A Seventh-Rank Alchemist reduced to begging a Foundation Establishment junior… how embarrassing.”

“Yanyan,” Lin Chen chuckled softly, patting her hand to soothe her disdain. He then looked at the kneeling old soul. “Senior Mu Feng, I am not a bloodthirsty tyrant. You were merely seeking a physical vessel and a way to survive. Since you are a Seventh-Rank Alchemist from the ancient era, your value lies in your knowledge of pill formulas, spirit herb processing, and soul cultivation techniques.”

“Yes! Yes! Exactly!” Mu Feng nodded frantically, his ghostly beard shaking. “This old servant knows over three thousand ancient pill formulas, including the recipe for the Nine-Turn Golden Core Pill, the Soul-Nourishing Spirit Dew, and the Heaven-Cleansing Marrow Wash! Furthermore, I know the exact locations of several ancient herb gardens hidden in the central continent!”

“Very well,” Lin Chen said smoothly. He extended his right index finger, pressing a small drop of golden origin lightning straight into the forehead of Mu Feng’s ghostly form!

Bzzt!

A delicate, golden lightning symbol materialized on the forehead of the phantom soul. Mu Feng shuddered violently, but he did not dare to resist. He felt the terrifying, absolute control Lin Chen now held over his existence—with a single thought, Lin Chen could detonate that golden lightning and erase his soul from the universe permanently!

“This is the Celestial Lightning Soul Seal,” Lin Chen explained casually. “As long as you remain loyal and dedicated to refining pills for my Lin Clan and my allies, this seal will not only refrain from harming you, but it will also gradually nourish your soul strength with golden origin energy, allowing you to eventually reconstruct a physical body.”

Mu Feng’s phantom eyes widened in shock, followed by wild joy! He bowed his head until it touched the stone floor. “Thank you, Master! Thank you for your grand mercy! Old servant Mu Feng will dedicate his entire soul to Master’s cause!”

“Rise,” Lin Chen commanded. “Your first task will be to inspect the natural herb gardens across this secret realm and create a master inventory of all spirit herbs above the hundred-year grade. I want a complete report within two days.”

“As Master commands!” Mu Feng transformed back into a wisp of grey smoke, shooting back into the dark jade ring with utmost enthusiasm.

With the internal affairs of the shrine settled, Lin Chen turned his attention to the broader strategy.

He walked over to the central stone balcony of the subterranean hall, looking out across the vast, misty landscape of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm. Su Qingyao, Huang Yanyan, and Zhao Ling walked up beside him, forming a breathtaking line of beauty and absolute power.

“Qingyao,” Lin Chen began, his voice calm and structured. “How is the situation with the Su Clan in Azure Cloud City?”

Su Qingyao straightened her posture, reporting smoothly. “My father, Su Zhen, has already consolidated control over eighty percent of Azure Cloud City’s commercial routes following the collapse of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group and the decline of the Ye Clan. With the steady supply of spirit ice ore and high-grade spirit stones provided by your Lin Clan, our family’s income has quadrupled over the past two weeks. However…”

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly into a delicate frown.

“However, Azure Cloud City is merely a small border city in the southern region of the Eastern Province,” Su Qingyao continued. “The true rulers of the province are the Five Great Sects: the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Mystic Fire Pavilion, the Vanguard Thunder Hall, the Clear Water Palace, and the Shadow-Moon Demon Sect. Among them, the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Mystic Fire Pavilion have long regarded the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm as their ancestral hunting ground.”

“They treat it as their backyard, yet they could never break the core seal for three thousand years,” Huang Yanyan mocked sneeringly, her crimson eyes full of utter disdain. “A bunch of incompetent hypocrites. If any of their elders dare to make a fuss, I will personally turn their spirit ships into ashes.”

“We do not need to massacre them needlessly, Yanyan,” Lin Chen smiled lightly. “Outright slaughter brings unnecessary attention from the ancient hidden ancestors of those sects before we have fully digested our gains. Instead, we use a far more elegant approach: commercial monopoly and structural leverage.”

Lin Chen flicked his sleeve, causing a holographic projection of the secret realm’s spatial layout to hover above his palm.

“Through the Realm Stone,” Lin Chen explained, “I can control the opening and closing of all spatial portals leading into this pocket world. I can adjust the density of spiritual energy in specific regions, manipulate gravity, and even trigger natural defense arrays against unauthorized visitors.”

“You plan to open the secret realm to the public?” Su Qingyao asked, her sharp intelligence instantly grasping his direction.

“Precisely,” Lin Chen nodded, his eyes glowing with an astute, master-level merchant brilliance. “If we seal the secret realm completely and hoard all its resources, the Five Great Sects will eventually unite out of desperation and launch an all-out holy war against Azure Cloud City. Although Yanyan can protect us with her Golden Core power, fighting five major sects simultaneously would drain our development speed.”

He pointed to the western region of the map.

“Instead, we will convert the outer zone of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm into a Permanent Trial & Resource Zone,” Lin Chen revealed. “We will establish the Lin-Su Commercial Alliance Gate at the canyon entrance. Any cultivator from any sect may enter the outer zone to hunt low-tier spirit beasts and gather common spirit herbs—provided they pay an entrance fee of one hundred middle-grade spirit stones per person, and surrender thirty percent of whatever treasures they harvest inside to our alliance!”

Su Qingyao’s eyes lit up with sheer astonishment! “That… that is brilliant! They will pay us for the right to harvest our outer resources, take all the physical risks themselves, and hand over nearly a third of their findings back to us!”

“And if any sect tries to break into the inner or central zone where the core treasures and high-grade spirit veins reside?” Zhao Ling asked, her hand resting on her sword hilt.

Lin Chen smirked faintly. “The inner zone will be completely sealed off by my spatial array. Only those holding a Lin Clan Supreme Elder Token may step across the central boundary. If anyone attempts to force their way through… the ancient Heavenly Lightning Array will execute them automatically.”

Huang Yanyan laughed out loud, leaning her heavy, seductive chest against Lin Chen’s arm, kissing his cheek with wild delight. “My husband truly is the most wicked merchant under the heavens! You are turning the entire cultivation world into your fee-paying workers!”

Over the next twenty-four hours, Lin Chen executed his plan with terrifying efficiency.

Using his Stage Three Divine Alchemy Furnace and his absolute control over the Realm Stone, Lin Chen spent six hours re-configuring the spatial laws of the pocket world.

He constructed a massive, towering stone portal at the western border of the realm, made of dark blue spatial granite and engraved with thousands of glowing defensive runes. This portal was directly connected to the canyon entrance in the outside world, acting as the sole authorized entrance and exit.

Simultaneously, Lin Chen utilized the 5,000 Fate Value Points he had accumulated from neutralizing Ye Tian and breaking through to Foundation Establishment to make several strategic purchases from the System Store:

[System Store Purchases Executed:]

1. [Third-Grade Spirit-Gathering Array Blueprint] – Cost: 1,000 Fate Points (Installed in the Lin Clan subterranean cultivation room).
2. [Celestial-Grade Illusion Array] – Cost: 1,500 Fate Points (Installed around the Central Dragon-Tiger Shrine to hide the main core).
3. [100 Sets of Heavy Black-Steel Armor & Spirit-Serrated Blades] – Cost: 1,000 Fate Points (Equipped to the elite guards of the Lin Clan).
4. [Soul-Nourishing Dragon-Tiger Elixir Formula] – Cost: 1,000 Fate Points (Handed over to Senior Mu Feng for mass production).[Remaining Fate Value Points: 200]

With these upgrades, the Lin Clan manor in Azure Cloud City and the Central Shrine in the secret realm were transformed into impenetrable, self-sustaining fortresses!

On the morning of the third day, the external spatial portal at the misty canyon west of Azure Cloud City erupted with blinding blue light!

Outside the canyon, over three thousand cultivators had gathered!

Among them were five luxurious, massive flying warships hovering above the clouds—the flagship vessels of the Five Great Sects!

On the primary warship of the Heavenly Sword Sect, an elderly man wearing a white sword robe with silver hair and an icy demeanor stood at the bow. This was Elder Chen Long, a Peak Foundation Establishment expert and the leading representative of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

Beside him on the crimson warship of the Mystic Fire Pavilion stood Elder Huo Shan, a red-bearded, middle-aged man holding a fiery copper staff, his body radiating intense heat and impatience.

“Elder Chen,” Huo Shan boomed, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. “The spatial portal inside the canyon has been fluctuating violently for three days! My flame disciples reported that the internal spatial laws have undergone a massive shift! Could it be that the ancient core realm has collapsed?!”

Elder Chen Long narrowed his eyes, his sharp spiritual sense sweeping down toward the misty abyss. “No… the realm has not collapsed. Look!”

SWISH!

The thick, white fog covering the canyon parted automatically!

A grand, hundred-foot-tall blue stone archway rose slowly from the depths of the abyss, floating steadily in mid-air over the canyon floor! On the lintel of the blue stone archway, four giant, golden words glowed with majestic, undeniable authority:

[DRAGON-TIGER TRIAL ZONE]

[PROPERTY OF THE LIN-SU COMMERCIAL ALLIANCE]

Before the thousands of shocked cultivators could react, four figures stepped out smoothly from the glowing blue portal, landing gracefully on a floating stone platform right in front of the archway!

Leading the group was Lin Chen, dressed in his flawless dark green silk robes, his posture calm, relaxed, and impossibly noble. His First Level Foundation Establishment aura was perfectly stable, radiating a subtle golden aura that made even senior cultivators take notice!

To his left stood Su Qingyao, her white dress fluttering in the mountain wind, her Ice-Heart Divine Sword humming softly at her waist, her First Level Foundation Establishment frost aura freezing the air around her!

To his right stood Huang Yanyan, her red silk dress accentuating her jaw-dropping curves, her red-nailed fingers twirling a black lace fan, her Middle-Stage Golden Core pressure suppressed to Peak Foundation Establishment, yet still terrifyingly dominant!

And behind them stood Zhao Ling, standing like an unshakeable black shadow, holding the newly forged Lin-Su Alliance Banner!

The entire canyon went dead silent!

Thousands of rogue cultivators, clan elders, and sect disciples stared at the four figures on the platform in utter disbelief!

“What… what is going on?!”

“Is that Young Master Lin Chen of Azure Cloud City?!”

“He broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm?!”

“And Miss Su Qingyao… she reached Foundation Establishment as well?!”

“Look at the blue archway! What does ‘Property of the Lin-Su Commercial Alliance’ mean?!”

Elder Huo Shan of the Mystic Fire Pavilion couldn’t hold his fiery temper any longer. He stepped off his red warship, landing heavily on a nearby cliff, his copper staff striking the rock with a loud BANG!

“Lin Chen! You arrogant brat!” Huo Shan roared, his red beard bristling with fury. “The Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm is a public ancient domain of the Eastern Province! By what right do you and your minor local families claim ownership over it?! Where are the other disciples who entered three days ago?!”

Lin Chen stepped forward smoothly, placing his hands behind his back, looking up at Elder Huo Shan with a warm, polite smile.

“Elder Huo Shan, please calm your temper,” Lin Chen said smoothly, his voice reinforced by golden origin force, echoing clearly across every corner of the canyon. “The ancient realm was indeed an unowned domain for three thousand years—because no one had the capability to break its lethal traps or refine its core.”

Lin Chen flicked his right sleeve lightly.

BUZZ!

A mini three-dimensional projection of the Dragon-Tiger Realm Stone materialized above his palm, pulsing with the unmistakable, absolute spatial authority of the pocket world!

“Three days ago,” Lin Chen announced calmly, “my Lin-Su Commercial Alliance successfully broke the Nine-Demon Trap, neutralized the subterranean hazards, and fully refined the Realm Core Stone. From this moment forth, the Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm is officially private property.”

“You… you refined the Realm Stone?!” Elder Chen Long of the Heavenly Sword Sect gasped from his warship, his cold, composed demeanor instantly shattering! “Impossible! That core seal was left behind by an ancient Dao Integration Sect! How could a Qi Refining playboy refine it in three days?!”

“How I refined it is my personal business, Elder Chen,” Lin Chen replied smoothly, his eyes flashing with a sharp, magnetic light. “What matters to everyone present today is how my alliance intends to share this fortune.”

Lin Chen pointed toward the giant blue archway behind him.

“My alliance values peace and mutual prosperity,” Lin Chen declared in a loud, commanding tone. “We will not seal the realm away from the cultivation world. Instead, we hereby announce the formal opening of the Dragon-Tiger Outer Trial Zone!”

He held up two fingers.

“Any cultivator—whether rogue, clan-born, or sect disciple—may enter the outer zone to seek spirit herbs, hunt beasts, and temper their cultivation, under two simple conditions:”

“First: An entry fee of one hundred middle-grade spirit stones per person.”

“Second: Upon exiting, thirty percent of all harvested spirit herbs and mineral ores must be submitted to the Lin-Su Alliance inspection station at this portal.”

The crowd of over three thousand cultivators exploded into frantic chatter!

“One hundred middle-grade spirit stones?! That’s extremely cheap for access to an ancient realm!”

“And we get to keep seventy percent of whatever we find without risking lethal ancient traps?!”

“Heavens! This is far safer than entering an unmanaged, dangerous secret realm where eighty percent of cultivators die!”

“Young Master Lin is truly magnanimous!”

“Magnanimous my foot!” Elder Huo Shan roared, his face turning bright red with rage. “Absurd! You want the Mystic Fire Pavilion to pay tribute to a junior like you?! What if we refuse and simply charge inside by force?!”

BOOM!

Elder Huo Shan unleashed his Peak Foundation Establishment momentum, his fiery staff bursting into a towering pillar of red flames as he prepared to strike the blue portal!

Before Lin Chen or Su Qingyao could move, Huang Yanyan took a single step forward.

She didn’t raise her fan, nor did she unsheathe any weapon. She simply snapped her delicate, red-nailed fingers.

Snap!

BOOM!

A wave of pure, terrifying crimson demon pressure erupted from her slender body like a sudden volcanic explosion! The sky above the canyon turned a violent, dark purplish-red!

The towering pillar of fire on Huo Shan’s staff was instantly extinguished like a tiny candle flame in a hurricane! Elder Huo Shan’s face went completely pale, his chest caving in under the suffocating weight as he was forced down onto his knees, cracking the cliff beneath his feet!

“A… Golden Core Master?!” Elder Chen Long screamed in pure, unadulterated horror, falling back three steps on his warship, his forehead soaked in cold sweat!

Huang Yanyan covered her lower face with her black lace fan, her crimson eyes gleaming with cold, playful murder as she looked down at the kneeling, trembling Huo Shan.

“Elder Huo Shan,” Huang Yanyan purred, her voice soft, sweet, yet dripping with absolute, lethal pressure. “My husband was polite enough to offer you a thirty-percent fee structure. If you prefer the zero-percent option… I can send your soul straight into the yellow springs right now. Would you like to try?”

Huo Shan swallowed hard, his throat dry, his entire body shivering violently under her Golden Core momentum. He squeezed his eyes shut, bowing his head toward the stone platform.

“I… I misspoke!” Huo Shan gasped out, his pride completely shattered. “The Mystic Fire Pavilion… agrees to the terms of the Lin-Su Alliance!”

Lin Chen smiled warmly, walking up beside Huang Yanyan, gently resting his hand on her shoulder to signal her to withdraw her aura.

“A wise choice, Elder Huo Shan,” Lin Chen said smoothly, as if the life-and-death standoff had never occurred. “The Lin-Su Alliance welcomes the Mystic Fire Pavilion as our very first commercial partner.”

Lin Chen then turned his gaze toward the thousands of cultivators and the remaining four sect warships.

“The portal is open,” Lin Chen announced, his voice echoing across the blue sky. “Please form an orderly line at the registration desk. Pay your fee, collect your trial badge, and enjoy your journey in the Dragon-Tiger Realm!”

Within three hours, the scene outside the canyon transformed completely.

The initial tension and conflict vanished, replaced by an astonishing, unprecedented commercial bustle! Over two thousand rogue cultivators and hundreds of sect disciples eagerly lined up at the floating blue archway, handing over bags of shimmering middle-grade spirit stones to the Lin Clan and Su Clan guards.

Su Qingyao personally oversaw the registration process, her calm, meticulous organization ensuring that every cultivator received an enchanted tracking badge that recorded their location and time inside the realm.

Meanwhile, on the main flying warship of the Heavenly Sword Sect:

Elder Chen Long stood in his private cabin, hurriedly writing a secret, high-priority message on a piece of golden talisman paper.

“To the Sect Master:”

“Emergency report from Azure Cloud City! The Dragon-Tiger Secret Realm has been completely refined by Lin Chen, the Young Master of the Lin Clan! He possesses a Golden Core expert as his partner, and his alliance has established absolute control over the realm! Do NOT send forces to attack! Send our top commercial diplomats and young elite disciples immediately to build a friendly relationship with the Lin-Su Alliance at all costs!”

Elder Chen Long burned the talisman, watching it transform into a streak of golden light that shot across the eastern horizon toward the distant central continent.

As the sun began to set over the western mountains, painting the sky in deep shades of gold and purple, Lin Chen sat comfortably inside the top floor of a luxurious pavilion overlooking the canyon portal.

A small sandalwood table was set before him, laden with rare spirit tea and delicate pastries. Huang Yanyan sat on his left, pouring tea into his crystal cup with an affectionate, cat-like smile. Su Qingyao sat on his right, going over a thick ledger of income recorded during the day.

“Lin Chen,” Su Qingyao said, her voice filled with quiet excitement as she looked up from the ledger. “In just five hours, we have collected over two hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones in entrance fees alone! Furthermore, forty team groups have already exited the realm, yielding us over six hundred hundred-year spirit herbs and fifty rare mineral ores as our thirty-percent share!”

“Two hundred thousand spirit stones in five hours…” Lin Chen took a sip of the warm spirit tea, his smile calm and satisfied. “And this is merely the first day. Once the news spreads to the neighboring provinces, the daily income of our alliance will surpass the total annual revenue of a medium-sized cultivation sect.”

“And what is Master’s next step?” Zhao Ling asked, standing respectfully at the entrance of the pavilion room.

Lin Chen set down his teacup, his eyes turning deep and contemplative as he looked out the window toward the vast, distant landscape of the Eastern Province.

“Next,” Lin Chen said softly, “we return to the Lin Clan manor in Azure Cloud City to officially upgrade our family into the Lin-Su Immortal Clan. With our endless supply of resources from the secret realm and the alchemy expertise of Senior Mu Feng, we will cultivate our own army of Foundation Establishment experts.”

He looked at Su Qingyao and Huang Yanyan, his voice firm, noble, and carrying an unshakeable confidence that lit up the room.

“The small pond of Azure Cloud City can no longer hold us. In three months, when the Eastern Province Immortal Assembly convenes in the Central Capital… we will step onto the true stage of the world.”

Huang Yanyan smiled sweetly, resting her head against his shoulder, while Su Qingyao gently held his hand.

Under the glowing sunset of the ancient realm, the former “stepping stone” playboy had not only crushed his tragic fate, but he had also built an unstoppable empire that would soon make the entire Nine Provinces bow before his name.