"Greetings. I am the Second Supreme of the Chaos Realm. You may call me Bronze Supreme. As for my original true name, it was lost long ago." The tall man smiled faintly, a gentle expression on his face, yet tinged with a subtle sorrow.

At this moment, the winged man and the others behind him narrowed their eyes, which flashed with sharp, cold light. They quietly retreated a short distance, the winged man's fingers resting behind his back as he signaled the other two. If they had used sound transmission, their meaning would have been clearer, but any sound transmission would cause minute fluctuations in spatial energy, which a Supreme of Bronze's caliber would easily detect.

The other two understood the gesture and instantly felt a chill. They then looked up at the back of the Bronze Supreme, their expressions fluctuating between shadow and light. After a moment, they exchanged a look—

"Zero Degree Freeze!"

"Flame World."

"Judgment of God!"

Three shouts erupted almost simultaneously. Immediately afterward, the energy within them surged out like a raging flood, forming three streams of energy with distinct auras before them. The first to act was the alluring girl. Her slender palm pressed down upon the surface of an icy lake, and before her, the void rippled as if struck by raindrops, the ripples spreading through the air.

An intense, bone-chilling cold, like a roaring beast, swept toward Ye Chen and the Bronze Supreme. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and even the dark clouds overhead seemed on the verge of solidifying, large sections rapidly turning into white ice crystals that fell from the sky, shattering against the surrounding forest and snow, scattering countless fragments.

Although Ye Chen was still immersed in the infusion of Chaos energy, his body undergoing rapid transformation, he still felt a profound, marrow-freezing cold that seemed to stiffen his very bones and soul. He couldn't help but shiver. His thin lips were like two pieces of ash-white blades, and a layer of frost crystallized upon his slanted black eyebrows. The breath expelled from his nose turned into countless ice shards that fell below.

The Bronze Supreme cast a surprised glance at Ye Chen, noting that although his exterior showed signs of freezing, his inner vitality remained robust and immense. He looked at Ye Chen a second time, then deeply, a cold, resolute curve forming at the corner of his mouth as he turned away.

A ray of pure white light split rapidly from his pupils, expanding. Behind this 'white light slash,' stood a man with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression devout and stern. Exquisite wings lifted gently behind him, like those of a high archangel from a distant realm.

Just as the pure white light slash was about to strike the Bronze Supreme, a roar that seemed to shatter mountains and split the earth erupted nearby, echoing across the wilderness like a primeval beast. The sheer wave of sound fractured the howling winds of the Icewind Valley. A fiery red, scorching flame, like a torrent spewing from the earth's core magma, surged forward, the intense heat making the air feel somewhat viscous. Innumerable surrounding ice and snow rapidly dissolved, and this indescribably scorching flame descended upon the 'white light slash.'

The surging flames and the pure white light ray.

At this instant of world upheaval, they merged in a miraculous fashion.

The radiance suddenly intensified, myriad blade-like white lights illuminating vast distances, roaring as they descended from the sky against the biting gale!

God Mountain, Outer Perimeter.

On the vast, empty expanse of snow, the figure of a woman wielding a silver-white longsword moved like a gracefully dancing butterfly, beautiful and captivating. The silver sword in her hand erupted with sharp, white light that scattered everywhere. Several figures, unable to dodge in time, were pierced through the chest or other vital spots, screaming as they were burned to ash by the scorching white light.

Ye Zhu’s long black hair streamed behind her as her exquisitely booted feet trod upon the blood-splattered snow. She dashed forward with long strides. Of the original seventy or eighty figures flanking her, only thirty or forty remained. What truly filled these remaining pursuers with terror and despair was the realization that, even after the battle had raged this long, none of them could approach within three feet of Ye Zhu’s body, let alone injure her!

"Hmph!"

As the Light Sword rotated, streaks of dazzling light shot out, enveloping her body as she advanced rapidly, quickly reaching the periphery of the Snow Slaves' encirclement. She paused slightly, then looked back at the Snow Slaves behind her, stating coldly, "Step closer, and die!"

She slashed her longsword across the ground, opening a vast, chasm-like ravine in the snow.

All the pursuing Snow Slaves halted at the edge of the ravine, looking up at Ye Zhu on the other side, fear and despair gripping their hearts.

They had never encountered such a terrifying monster; even their exalted Envoy Lord was not as powerful as this mysterious woman!

Ye Zhu swept a cold glance over everyone, then turned and strode away. Her black hair fluttered like scattered snowflakes in the gentle breeze. After only a few steps, her figure suddenly vanished from their sight. The Disla Empire, Dragon Horn City.

Sifigran followed Xioumite, moving rapidly until they reached the heart of Dragon Horn City.

Tall, magnificent city walls rose from the ground, their broad, hard rock surfaces like ancient giants. Across the moat outside the walls, thick iron chains as thick as a man's arm held suspended a massive, sturdy wooden barrier, over which many pedestrians walked to enter and exit the city gates.

Sifigran and Xioumite darted inside like two specters in a flash.

"This way." Xioumite led the charge, sprinting down the streets, leaping from rooftops in a few bounds, moving forward like streaks of light and shadow. "In the City Lord's Manor ahead, there is a spatial array leading to God Mountain."

Sifigran's silver-white robe billowed in the wind, and within it was the figure of Ling, held tightly around her slender waist as she was carried swiftly forward.

Suddenly, her body paused momentarily in mid-air. She tilted her head, gazing toward the distant sky where, it seemed, streaks of crimson light and a vortex of chaotic energy churned. "This aura... It seems the Supreme of the Chaos Realm, Yu Ran, is unwilling to let this opportunity pass and has descended here. I wonder which Supreme it is..."

Her eyes flickered, and then she glanced down at Ling before accelerating her pace forward.

"Once I devour the corpse of the Goddess of Light, no matter which Supreme arrives, they will be the first living sacrifice to my [Cycle of Time and Space]!"

A confident and haughty curve touched her lips as she followed closely behind Xioumite, appearing relaxed and effortlessly capable.

Xioumite's expression shifted slightly. He glanced deeply at the woman beside him, then grit his teeth slightly, speeding up his dash forward even more.

Icewind Valley.

The howling cold wind swept from the valley entrance across the snow. Several splashes of blood, vivid and tragically beautiful like blooming flowers, flew up, splattering like ink blots in the air before swiftly falling toward the ground below. Falling with them were three blood-soaked figures.

The Bronze Supreme slowly withdrew his hand, looking at a small 'slash' wound on his middle finger. His eyes were gentle and moving. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, then murmured to himself, "Quite nice. I didn't expect the Ice and Snow Goddess would dispatch such a powerful envoy to guard the corpse of the Goddess of Light. These two sisters truly share deep affection..."

He smiled and turned toward Ye Chen, whose pupils had contracted in shock. "Interrupted by a few annoying flies. Returning to the main topic, you helped me immensely this time, and I must thank you properly. Are you willing to become my First Envoy?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment.

The Bronze Supreme narrowed his slender eyes, his star-like, brilliant pupils flashing with a sharp, cutting gleam. He smiled and said, "You carry the power of the Wind Law from the Realm of Truth. It is a pity that the origin you inherited is less than one-millionth of that of the Realm of Truth. It shouldn't be an authority personally bestowed upon you by the Supreme of the Realm of Truth, right? Moreover, it seems you have a severely wounded envoy from the Realm of Truth hidden on you."

Ye Chen’s heart jolted, and his pupils twisted slightly. The shock within him was like a clap of thunder. He hadn't expected a Supreme of the Chaos Realm to be so terrifying—able to discern his origins with just one look, and even know about the True Man of the Ten Pavilions hidden within his spatial domain!

He saw through time and space in an instant.

"Yes." Ye Chen lowered his head; he had no choice but to admit it.

"The person you are hiding is quite stingy, only granting you one-third of his power. No wonder you are so weak. As repayment, I will first help you obtain all the Wind Origins." A perverse and cold smile curved the corner of the Bronze Supreme's mouth. He casually waved his hand in the air, and the void rippled like water, forming a vortex. He reached in and, when he pulled his hand out, he was holding the nearly lifeless True Man of the Ten Pavilions.

The True Man of the Ten Pavilions was utterly devoid of color, his skin as pale as white paper, without a trace of redness. His eyes were closed, seemingly unconscious.

Ye Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He clearly saw that the spatial vortex the Bronze Supreme had just opened was precisely his own Rune Space. Furthermore, the True Man of the Ten Pavilions was kept dormant within the Heavenly Dao Divine Ship. This meant the Supreme had directly bypassed the ship's defensive alarms to extract him.

What kind of power was this? How terrifying?!

"You—what are you doing?" Ye Chen's heartbeat accelerated, a sense of uneasy premonition washing over him.

"Nothing much, just repaying a debt of gratitude," the Bronze Supreme chuckled lightly. "I dislike owing anyone a favor. I simply intend to give you all the power that an Envoy of the Wind Origin should possess." Saying this, he extended his left hand and touched the forehead of the True Man of the Ten Pavilions.

Ye Chen clenched his fists, holding his breath, unaware that the process of receiving Chaos energy transformation had already concluded.

As the Bronze Supreme's finger touched the forehead of the True Man of the Ten Pavilions, a mysterious, cyan sprout-like rune mark slowly emerged, spreading across his entire forehead like an engraving.

The Bronze Supreme’s palm gave a slight tug, and a surge of mysterious energy tore this complex and exquisite etching away from the man's forehead, as if countless blood vessels were being forcibly ripped from the skin. Then, before Ye Chen could even open his mouth to speak, the Supreme swiftly slammed this rune mark into Ye Chen's own forehead.