Thick, heavy clouds blanketed the sky, shrouding the blood-red moon. Only when the fierce winds tore irregular rents in the cloud cover could slivers of light, misty and crimson, pierce through.

In his ears were the whistling cries of battle, the clang and spark of metal weapons colliding, the roar of various energy beams, and the low, wet breaths of a dozen massive creatures beside him, releasing warm, fetid gusts smelling faintly of rot and decay.

Fuxi felt as if his body possessed no weight, lying perfectly flat against the sky. His gaze was fixed on the distant, unreachable heavens—a sky that seemed to shift, drawing near and then receding, as if his form were rising and falling, though he knew he hadn't moved.

Suddenly, the world before him warped. The dim sky in front of him rapidly straightened into a vertical plane, and then he saw it: a boundless battlefield. A dense, black army of dead monsters and beasts, and countless energy projectiles—brilliant yet cold as fireworks—streaking down from above. Behind him rose a boiling cacophony of roars and screams, laced with the sounds of shattering bone and low, rhythmic chewing.

Then, his weightless self began to fall downward. He tried to channel energy through his [Body] to stabilize himself, but found that though his brain commanded the motion, he felt no sensation of raising his hand.

Just then, the howling wind rushing past his face dimmed. Two ice-cold, small hands suddenly appeared on his cheeks, seeming to cup his face. He frowned, a flicker of disgust rising in his heart. Despite his barbaric appearance, touching his face was a strict taboo for him.

So, he looked up to assess the impertinent fool before him, only to see the light above instantly darken as a small, soot-black head obscured the blood-red moon. Facing away from the light, the child’s cheek skin appeared deeply shadowed, yet he grinned widely, revealing two rows of sharp, gleaming teeth.

“Your skin is better cared for than theirs…” the child in the red cap said, his voice brimming with an innocent, childlike candor. Yet, a subtle smile remained fixed on his immature face, making him look like a child earnestly mimicking an adult’s solemnity.

At the mention of "them," Fuxi’s eyes narrowed sharply. He stared at the innocent child with glacial indifference. “No matter what kind of monster you are, you will die today!” As he spoke, two streams of black-and-white light shot from his deep, dark eyes, spiraling like twin snakes toward the center of the child's forehead.

“Oh?” The child in the red cap showed a flicker of surprise on his small face, which quickly settled back into that gentle, innocent smile. “So you want to kill me, just like them…”

Those two swift, icy beams halted abruptly, an inch from the child’s brow, unable to advance a fraction further. Then, Fuxi witnessed a sight that made his scalp tingle with terror: this child, with his pure and gentle smile, slowly opened his mouth and bit down on the two beams of light. He chewed with a loud gulu gulu sound, as if crunching on something hard. His cheek puffed slightly as he swallowed, then he tilted his head back, smacked his lips, and licked them clean. “Tastes pretty good. Have you got any more?”

Fuxi’s pupils contracted violently, fear rapidly consuming his core. He stared at the child as if facing an unprecedented monster. No one knew better than he the terrifying power of the light projected from his Yin-Yang Eyes—enough to instantly obliterate a Mid-Tier Divine Emperor. Yet, the child had simply eaten it.

“Why aren’t you speaking?” The child in the red cap blinked his large, pure-black, jewel-like eyes with curiosity.

Fuxi felt his face drawing nearer in his line of sight, yet his neck wasn’t bending down. It felt as if… he was being lifted up.

Staring at the child mere inches away, fear and rage tangled within him. He suppressed his anger, realizing that unleashing his Yin-Yang Eyes would only benefit this mysterious, red-capped child. He deliberately looked away, only to find himself surrounded by a thick mass of dead monsters and beasts, terrifying, grotesque figures guarding him. His heart sank like a massive stone.

Just then, a clear sword cry rang out from the horde of dead monsters. Immediately following, a dazzling golden light—as if millions of auroras had converged and erupted—burst from the throng. A high-ranking Divine Emperor-level dead beast at the forefront shuddered violently.

Then, pinpoint by pinpoint, golden light began to seep out from its back. Its entire body seemed to be purified as the golden motes multiplied, finally coalescing into a pillar of golden light that erupted, piercing straight through the dead beast’s back.

A brilliant, incandescent sword-light shot out swiftly, tearing the wound made by the golden light into a vast, explosive rent. A golden figure holding a divine sword burst forth, the figure and weapon fused as one, impaling the dead beast through the chest. It drifted down gracefully from the rear, the sword tip pointing slowly downward at an angle, its sharp, keen aura seemingly capable of piercing the void itself.

This golden figure was clad in armor as magnificent and formidable as that of a God of War sculpted from pure gold, etched with complex patterns across every surface, emitting countless needle-like rays of blinding, dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly at.

“Huang Di!” Fuxi gasped, shocked that Huang Di had broken through the dense ranks of dead beasts, expending vast energy to come to his rescue. Even after countless years as brothers, he felt his throat choke with emotion, unable to speak through the sudden surge of tears.

“Do you want to go see him?” the child in the red cap asked softly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.

The two sword-like eyebrows above Fuxi’s temples creased slightly. His deep, dark eyes flashed with icy coldness as he turned and fixed his gaze upon the innocent face of the child in the red cap. “Even if I sacrifice everything, I will drag you down with me!” he hissed. As he spoke, he frantically circulated the Chaos Qi within his body, intending to self-detonate.

His will guided the Chaos Qi in his [Body] to surge rapidly, but it suddenly stalled. Fuxi’s pupils contracted violently, filled with disbelief. He looked down at where his body should be… and saw nothing.

He was just a severed head.

“Are you looking for this?” The child in the red cap grinned, his small hand reaching over to pluck up a severed thigh, still clad in coarse cloth trousers—a leg that looked very familiar. It seemed to be his own leg.

The child in the red cap smiled mysteriously, looking up at Huang Di, who was charging toward them. His pure, black, jewel-like eyes held a flicker of expectation. He chuckled softly, “He’s coming to see you. But you two will be reunited very soon…”

South of the Wind Kingdom, the Shoreless Forest.

A sleek, black spaceship hovered silently in the sky, painted by the dim, bloody moonlight with a devilish, crimson sneer.

Inside the ship’s lounge, the dazzling, brilliant lights fell upon Ye Chen and Bai Yijun like a layer of pale, chilling frost, stiffening their skin and freezing the blood in their veins.

Before them, the black-haired youth sat casually and comfortably on the sofa. His bronze skin gleamed warmly under the lights, and beneath his black, sword-shaped eyebrows were eyes as bright and brilliant as stars, holding a faint, barely perceptible smile, like two gentle springs reflecting the rigid, tall figures standing by the cabin door.

He slowly poured himself a glass of fine wine, delicately swirled the Burgundy, and took a small sip. Then, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, basking in the bright white light with an expression of enjoyment. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, a gentle, carefree smile playing on his lips. “Are you two tired of standing there? Why don’t you come over and have a drink with me?”

Ye Chen remained perfectly still, overwhelmed by a palpable terror. He stared at the black-clad youth who had appeared silently within the completely sealed Divine Vessel. His chest rose and fell minutely, as if afraid to disturb the very air around him. He swallowed hard, forcing out a grating, hoarse sound: “Who… are you?”

“Just a passerby,” the black-clad youth replied lightly.

“My ship—did you stop it?” Ye Chen managed with difficulty.

“Well… I smelled wine, so I accidentally made it stop for a moment. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ye Chen’s heart spasmed violently, and a shadow of fear enveloped him. Deep within, a terrifying thought surfaced, one that horrified even himself: “That headless ancient corpse that hasn’t moved for so long—did you stop that too?”

“That one? Its footsteps were too noisy, so I asked it to pause for a while. I didn’t stop it, though,” the black-clad youth said, shrugging with an air of complete innocence. Coupled with his divine, handsome face, it created a compelling impulse to trust him.

Ye Chen felt as if a steel wire had tightened around his heart, churning up a tempest in his mind. He knew that even his Master, the Heavenly Dao, would find it immensely difficult to defeat that headless ancient corpse. The two blood-red eyes they had seen earlier clearly belonged to it, and just those eyes had forced him into a desperate, counter-attack-less retreat. One could imagine the earth-shattering power possessed by the towering, majestic corpse the size of Mount Gao Yue!

And this black-clad youth could make it stop!

The black-clad youth looked at the ugly, complex expressions on Ye Chen and Bai Yijun. The smile slowly faded from his face, the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth barely visible. His voice took on the coolness and command of a noble emperor: “Today, seeing that you are descendants of the Void Messengers, I will let you go for now. Otherwise, I would certainly savor those two delectable bodies of yours…”

He rose to his feet. The overhead light streamed onto his long black hair, reflecting a glossy, inky sheen. He stood before the sofa, but suddenly, as if in a trick of perception, he was directly in front of Ye Chen and Bai Yijun. His gentle yet cold eyes, holding only a strange smile, flickered briefly toward Bai Yijun before he leaned in close to Ye Chen, their noses almost touching, feeling each other’s breath.

Just two chapters today, I got caught in the rain and have a bit of a headache. I’ll make up with three chapters tomorrow.