In the profound darkness... Not a single ray of light could be seen...

Who was running? And who was in pursuit?

Pain! Ye Chen felt his mind growing hazy.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, perceiving the world before him as a dizzying fluctuation between near and far. Faintly, he could make out the blue sky and white clouds above, which gradually sharpened out of the blur.

As his consciousness cleared, a sudden shock jolted him, and he immediately rolled over and sat up, shouting, "Master—" He managed only one syllable before the word "—Fu" caught in his throat. Before him lay a vast expanse of emerald lawn, ringed by desolate, towering mountain peaks that seemed untouched by humanity.

A gentle breeze whispered past him. Ye Chen turned to survey his surroundings, a look of confusion etched on his features.

The last memory before he blacked out replayed in his mind, and he instantly grasped something. He stared fixedly at the distant horizon, silent.

"Master..." He murmured softly, his fists unconsciously clenching at his sides. Just then, he sensed something soft and furry near his hand.

His brow twitched, and he looked down to find a small, snow-white rabbit lying quietly beside him, sleeping soundly. Its round little belly rose and fell gently; it was utterly adorable.

Ye Chen's gaze softened, a faint smile touching his lips. He guessed that when he lost consciousness, the little white rabbit must have sensed his danger, crawled out from beneath his inner armor, and guarded him throughout his stupor.

But having waited so long, it had finally fallen asleep. Thinking of this, a sudden alarm seized him, and he swiftly stood up.

With a sweep of his hand, he activated his Rune Space, retrieving the Demon God Palace. He tossed the palm-sized structure into the air, and in an instant, the Demon God Palace magnified thousands of times, expanding to a diameter of roughly a thousand zhang, settling firmly in the void.

"I don't know how long I was unconscious. Teacher Bai Ya must have knocked me out and then, risking his own life, torn through the temporal storm layer to send me here.

I don't know where he went; he didn't even leave a trace..." A pang of grief struck his heart. He shook his head, forcing the thought away, and bent down to scoop up the small white rabbit.

"Eh!" Ye Chen exclaimed in surprise. Next to where the rabbit had lain were three tiny black dots.

Looking closer, he realized they were three miniature flying ships, each no bigger than a fingertip. They were exquisite and tiny, like toys.

His eyes flashed, and his mind began to race as he pondered: "These three flying ships..." Suddenly, his eyes brightened. "That's it!

The appearance of these three ships is identical to those pursuing vessels! Could they be those very ships, miniaturized by millions of times to this size!" At this realization, his hand trembled slightly; he was too agitated to speak coherently.

He knew that the three pursuers were all experts at the Divine Emperor level, and the ships they piloted were certainly not mere peak Divine Artifacts—these three vessels must be, at minimum, Low-tier Dao Artifacts! A Dao Artifact-grade ship was worth the price of ten Dao Artifacts!

Their preciousness was self-evident! Ye Chen’s emotions surged, but he suddenly remembered something.

He quickly suppressed his overwhelming joy, his figure flickering as he tucked the little white rabbit back into his inner armor. He then moved into the Demon God Palace, arriving directly at the central control room of the main castle within the city.

From a distance, he saw Zi Xiang sitting on the threshold, wearing headphones and listening to music, intently engrossed in a small booklet held in her hands. Ye Chen approached, casting a shadow over her.

Zi Xiang started in shock, looking up. Seeing that it was Ye Chen, she burst into surprise and delight.

She quickly pulled off her headphones and stood up, exclaiming, "Master, you're back!" Ye Chen nodded, his expression grave. "We need to go to a certain location.

Here are the coordinates." Saying this, he quickly scribbled down a string of numbers. Zi Xiang glanced at them and nodded.

"No problem." Ye Chen said sternly, "Go there at the fastest possible speed, whatever the cost!" Zi Xiang paused, greatly astonished. She glanced sideways at Ye Chen, and seeing his own gaze lowered and slightly askance toward her, her face flushed.

She stuck out her tongue, turned, and scurried back into the main central control room. Soon, the Demon God Palace, docked on the lawn, began to slowly ascend, then suddenly shot away, vanishing from that patch of sky as if it had never been there.

"Master, I’ve initiated immediate cosmic warp. According to the radar, we should arrive in about 10 minutes," Zi Xiang’s voice sounded from the main central control room.

Ye Chen nodded slightly, his eyes hardening with determination. He clenched his fist, murmuring silently, "You must wait for me..." ...

At the summit of White Spirit Mountain. "Good!" A burst of cheering erupted from all directions around the battle platform.

The inner disciples of the Bai family watching nearby all looked excited, awestruck, and full of admiration toward the three-dimensional scroll, resembling an LCD screen, suspended above the platform. This screen displayed a battle stage where two figures stood on opposite sides: one was the Joyful Paradise Demon Buddha, hailing from the Buddhist civilization, and the other was a slender, clean-cut youth in purple robes.

Currently, the white-robed youth known as the Joyful Paradise Demon Buddha was panting heavily, his eyes showing deep caution. His white robe was stained with flecks of blood, and one arm hung limply, seemingly broken.

In his right hand, he clutched a golden Zen staff, the head of which was a skull, giving off a grim, haunting air—a truly demonic Buddhist presence. The slender youth in purple robes on the other side stood calm and composed, perfectly still.

The edges of his garment bore a few tears and rents, but the rest was pristine, without even a speck of dust marring it. "Surrender," the youth in purple robes said with a composed smile.

"I know you haven't unleashed your Myriad Universe Demon Subjugation Art yet, but even if you use it now, it will only expose your last resort and won't secure you victory." The white-robed youth stared fixedly at him. After a moment, he let out a slow breath, his expression regaining composure.

He smiled faintly. "Brother Feng speaks truly!

However..." His tone shifted, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "Without trying, who can know the final outcome!" As he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned golden, his robe billowed without wind, and he radiated a blazing, immense golden light, like an ancient Buddha.

The purple-robed youth gently shook his head and smiled. "If that is the case, I shall make you truly convinced!" Saying this, he slowly took a single step forward.

A mysterious energy spread outward from his body, enveloping the entire battle stage. The white-robed youth suddenly stiffened.

His face changed, and just as he was about to speak, his head exploded with a thunderous boom. Brain matter splattered everywhere, and blood drenched the ground in a shocking display.

The crowd below fell instantly silent. The other figures in the adjacent competitor seating area sucked in sharp breaths, staring at the purple-robed youth in horror.

They had not expected this person's strength to be so terrifying—to kill the exceptionally powerful Joyful Paradise Demon Buddha without lifting a finger. As the white-robed youth fell, a cold, metallic voice echoed from the three-dimensional scroll screen: "Match results: Feng Wuji is victorious!" The entire venue erupted in clamor.

Everyone looked toward the lower corner of the scroll screen, where the Secret Tome Amplitude combat statistics for both sides were displayed. The Joyful Paradise Demon Buddha's Secret Tome Amplitude was 18.92 billion, while the final strike unleashed by the purple-robed youth erupted with an amplitude of 50.28 billion!

A full 50 billion amplitude! Seeing this terrifying number, the young disciples of the Bai family were startled, their faces slack with disbelief.

They could not imagine that such a terrifying person existed in the world, boasting a Secret Tome Amplitude exceeding fifty billion! The two or three dozen Divine Emperor-level experts seated in the VIP area remained outwardly composed, though a hint of gravity flickered in their eyes as they looked at the purple-robed youth.

Bai Tian stood up slowly, his expression indifferent, looking down upon the assembly. The moment he stood, the previous clamor and discussion naturally ceased.

Everyone unconsciously looked toward him. Bai Tian surveyed the crowd.

"After seven days of fierce elimination rounds, Feng Wuji of the Wind God Hall has secured first place. According to regulations, my younger daughter shall be betrothed to Young Master Feng.

Does anyone present have an objection?" He swept his gaze across the assembly as he spoke. Seeing his placid eyes, the crowd instinctively looked away, daring not to meet his gaze.

The tale of how Bai Tian, years ago, had slaughtered thousands of Divine Emperor experts to avenge his wife was common knowledge among these Divine Emperors. Though those present were all veteran figures whose prestige surpassed ordinary Divine Emperors, none dared to speak.

On the battle stage, the purple-robed youth, Feng Wuji, slowly removed his helmet and stood up. Respectful yet self-possessed, he smiled at Bai Tian and bowed deeply.

"Your son-in-law pays his respects to Father-in-law!" Those who had failed to qualify in the competitor seating area grumbled inwardly, "Quite quick to change his address; he was calling him Uncle just moments ago!" Bai Tian nodded slightly. "My daughter is blessed by everyone's kind attention to come witness this event.

Now that the competition is over, if you all have no pressing matters, you are welcome to stay and tour the mountain for a few days." The dignitaries in the VIP section all rose. One burly man laughed heartily.

"Patriarch Bai is too kind. Now that the selection of a consort is concluded, why don't you have your younger daughter come out and greet us?

I hear this girl is exceptionally gifted, the reincarnation of an ancient figure. In terms of strength, she likely rivals any of us here.

What kind of peerless figure could she be?" "Indeed! Indeed!" "To catch a glimpse of your esteemed young lady would make our trip worthwhile." The others echoed the sentiment, all looking expectantly toward Bai Tian.

Faced with their requests, Bai Tian’s brow furrowed slightly, but he replied calmly, "You all speak correctly. I shall summon my young daughter immediately.

Please wait a moment." With that, he turned and waved toward the middle-aged man standing beside him. The middle-aged man understood, nodded, and his figure flickered, vanishing into thin air.

In the rear mountains. The middle-aged man appeared suddenly.

He looked toward the lone maiden sitting at the cliff's edge with a hint of regret and slowly walked toward her, saying softly, "Miss, the Patriarch asks you to come and greet everyone who attended today." The white-robed maiden sat by the cliff, gazing into the distance. After a moment, she spoke.

"Who won the contest in the end?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a beat before replying, "It was Feng Wuji from the Wind God Hall, one of the Ten Halls. Legend says he was the Vice-Hall Master of the Wind God Hall in his previous life.

His Secret Tome Amplitude reached over 50 billion. In my opinion, he likely didn't even exert his full strength." When the white-robed maiden heard the words "Ten Halls," her delicate body trembled slightly.

Upon hearing "Feng Wuji," her heart instantly sank to the bottom of an abyss. She didn't register the rest of the sentence, feeling only a sudden darkening of her vision, nearly losing consciousness.