He raised his fist high, delivering a heavy blow across the void. With his current strength, even this strike through the air tore a massive crater in the island.

Heing then gently placed Garfield's corpse into the indentation and, with a flurry of hand movements, covered the hole.

Regardless of the enmity Garfield held for him in life, the deep-seated human need for a peaceful burial meant Heing did not mind interring him.

Holding the two Thunder Crash Orbs in his hands, a flicker of hesitation crossed Heing's eyes.

While White Horse Thunder might indeed possess the power to achieve Divine Weapon Illumination, Heing could not decide whether to immediately let it illuminate the Thunder Crash Orbs now. He was unsure if, after illuminating the fourteen orbs he possessed, the beast would still be able to successfully illuminate the remaining six. Therefore, the safest course would undoubtedly be to wait until all twenty orbs were gathered before allowing White Horse Thunder to illuminate them together.

However, a large head suddenly stretched over his shoulder from behind, and White Horse extended its thick tongue, licking at his hand.

Heing and White Horse Thunder shared such an intuitive connection that he immediately understood the beast's intentions from the gesture.

"Thunder, you want to illuminate the Thunder Crash Orbs right now?" Heing asked in a low voice.

White Horse Thunder nodded its large head up and down without hesitation, its gaze filled with palpable anticipation.

Heing paused for a long moment. "Thunder. Illuminating a Divine Weapon is no simple task. I currently hold only fourteen Thunder Crash Orbs, but Franklin still possesses six. If you illuminate these fourteen now, by the time I gather the other six, I fear you might not succeed then."

His expression was quite serious, yet when he spoke of acquiring the six orbs from Franklin, his tone was imbued with resolute confidence.

If any other peak-level expert had heard him utter these words, they would surely have deemed him utterly arrogant.

To wrest an artifact like the Thunder Crash Orbs from the grasp of a Ninth Heaven expert at the pinnacle of the Human Dao was an endeavor easier said than done. Yet, Heing possessed a powerful self-assurance, for the strength he now commanded was sufficient to support that mighty confidence.

White Horse tilted its head, seemingly deep in thought.

Bao Zhu’s small eyes darted around, and it hopped out of Heing's embrace, landing before White Horse Thunder. After snorting at it for a while, White Horse immediately began to wag its tail, its pair of beautiful, large eyes shining with brilliant light as it looked toward Heing.

With a long sigh, the moment Heing saw its gaze, he understood that White Horse had made up its mind. Although this decision had been spurred on by Bao Zhu's prompting, Heing still granted its choice his utmost respect.

With a wave of his wrist, the Five Elements Ring appeared in his hand. With a mere turn of Heing's will, twelve purple-gold spheres lined up neatly on the ground.

Ever since Heing mastered the Spatial Secrecy of the Five Elements Ring, he had stored all his crucial belongings within it.

Within the Five Elements World lay an immense space, capable of easily housing the nearly heaven-and-earth-sized artifact, the Nine Dragon Furnace. This demonstrated the sheer magnitude of the space it contained.

If these twelve Thunder Crash Orbs were suddenly unleashed during a battle within this space, they would surely serve as a devastating killing move. These were the gifts he had prepared for the two peak Human Dao experts of the West, but alas, before he could make his move, the Yu Family Ancestor had already shattered the Combined Light and Dark technique with the might of the Divine Dao.

Placing the two white Thunder Crash Orbs, whose lightning power had been entirely depleted, among them, Heing then grabbed Bao Zhu by the scruff of its neck and pulled it far away.

Naturally, Heing arranged the Thunder Crash Orbs on the other side of the island; he had no desire for their latent power to obliterate Garfield's hastily made grave.

White Horse Thunder stood before these orbs, tilting its head, seemingly contemplating how to best achieve Divine Weapon Illumination.

Moments later, it finally lowered its noble head, and the single horn began to flash with a purple electric glare imbued with potent lightning energy.

Subsequently, these electric rays drifted slowly toward the fourteen Thunder Crash Orbs.

In an instant, this bolt of lightning enveloped all the orbs.

At this critical juncture, even Heing's heart became tense. Though he was certain that given White Horse Thunder's physique, even a failure in illumination would not endanger its life, as this moment arrived, he remained filled with anxiety.

"Crackling... Sizzling..."

Beneath the intense flickering of electricity, countless sounds of bursting arcs erupted from the cluster of orbs.

Heing frowned slightly; he knew that White Horse Thunder's illumination process was not smooth, far less effortless and natural than when Bao Zhu had illuminated the Nine-Toothed Rake in days past.

Bao Zhu grunted a few times in his arms, and Heing gently stroked the little creature's head. He spoke in a solemn tone, "Bao Zhu, this is White Horse's own choice. No one can help him, not even me."

Having been with White Horse for many years, Heing had long understood the extent of the beast's pride. When it decided to illuminate the Thunder Crash Orbs, the resolute look in its eyes had even moved Heing himself.

He was certain that if White Horse Thunder succeeded due to his direct intervention, their bond would likely end there and then.

Bao Zhu seemed to grasp Heing’s meaning, letting out another grunt, as if expressing some opinion of its own.

A comforting smile touched the corner of Heing's lips. "Don't worry. If Thunder is truly in mortal danger, I will not stand idly by."

Bao Zhu quieted down then, watching the front silently, though its little hooves continued to rub restlessly.

The intensity of the lightning in the distance grew ever stronger. Heing could even sense that White Horse Thunder was currently exerting its absolute maximum effort, holding nothing back.

After a long while, Heing's eyes suddenly brightened, a flicker of relief crossing his gaze.

Although his will could not penetrate the area shrouded by lightning, he saw, through the gaps in the flashing arcs, one purple-gold Thunder Crash Orb drift onto White Horse's horn. Then, a dazzling flash of light enveloped it, and it vanished.

After a prolonged effort, White Horse Thunder had successfully illuminated the first Thunder Crash Orb.

And once the first one was successful, the others were merely a matter of time.

Indeed, White Horse Thunder's demeanor visibly relaxed. Although the power of the lightning did not wane, the tense atmosphere pervading the space vanished instantly.

Bao Zhu squeaked out a joyful cheer, and even Bai Lingba rare smile touched his usually impassive face. Only the Yu Family Ancestor, further in the distance, remained motionless as a wooden stake, utterly devoid of expression.

After another period, the lightning in that area finally dissipated completely, and all fourteen Thunder Crash Orbs on the ground had disappeared.

Bao Zhu was the first to charge forward, leaping onto White Horse’s head and tightly embracing the horn with all four hooves, treating that single horn as a powerful treasure.

Heing stepped forward, gently patting White Horse's neck. The man and the horse exchanged a connection of intent, simultaneously feeling that ecstatic joy within each other’s minds.

After a long moment, everyone finally recovered from the surge of elation.

Casting one last look at the crudely fashioned grave on the other island—a resting place ill-suited for a peak Human Dao expert—Heing beckoned to Bai Lingba. He mounted White Horse and patted Bao Zhu.

The little creature immediately understood Heing’s meaning; it clung tightly to White Horse Thunder's purple horn, the two sacred beasts communicating in a manner others could scarcely imagine. Then, White Horse spread its four hooves and galloped swiftly into the distance.

Although White Horse Thunder had illuminated the Thunder Crash Orbs, the beast dared not immediately attempt to use the Divine Weapon's light for flight. Setting aside the issue of a novice's speed, even if White Horse Thunder wished to try, Heing would not dare ride it!

Bai Lingba naturally took to the air, and the Yu Family Ancestor followed closely behind.

For some unknown reason, this Divine Dao Blood Condensation Man was able to control the flight of the Divine Weapon, which sparked a thread of hope in Heing's heart. Perhaps one day, when the Divine Dao Blood Condensation Man had fully adapted to the Yu Family Ancestor's Five Elements Body, he could control his power beneath the Divine Dao level, functioning as a peak Human Dao expert.

The tides rose and fell, the sun ascended and descended. Two days later, over this expanse of ocean, the water suddenly split apart.

A black silhouette shot up from the sea. His gaze swept rapidly around the surroundings before immediately fixing tightly upon the two islands.

This man was Jimo Fanshu, who had departed several days prior. He returned to this location two days later, intending to search for any lingering clues and planning to secretly follow Garfield, seeking an opportunity for an assassination.

However, the shock that struck him upon his first glimpse of the island, now cleaved into two distinct halves, was far beyond description.

Two days earlier, even as he retreated far away, the violent fluctuation in the energy of heaven and earth had not escaped a master of his caliber.

Yet, these changes were too immense, so powerful that they extinguished his curiosity to investigate further. He possessed a distinct feeling that if he foolishly intruded upon the scene, events that he would regret for the rest of his life might unfold.

Thus, it took a full two days before he cautiously arrived here, and the sight he beheld now sent a jolt of terror through him.

His lips moved slightly, muttering in a voice audible only to himself, "What happened? Could a Divine Dao practitioner truly have appeared here?"

P.S.: Sigh... When uploading just now, I suddenly realized that the two chapters from this morning had not been posted. White Crane uploaded two chapters this morning but forgot to publish them... To encounter such a spectral incident, I am truly sorry! The good news is that I have not broken my promise of five chapters today. This was an accidental oversight; I ask for your indulgence and apologize profusely! Five chapters today—requesting monthly tickets and recommendation votes, thank you!