He vanished abruptly from his spiritual sense.

The true-blooded Demonfall § Dragonkin, though naturally possessing immeasurable strength, a power that could be honed over long cultivation and energy absorption to transcend the entire cosmos, were balanced by an extremely low reproductive rate. The birth of six sons in a single litter was an unprecedented event among the entire Demonfall § Dragonkin lineage. These six direct sons carried all of Wushali's hopes and glory.

But now, their auras were gone; their lives had been taken.

With a heart-wrenching cry, Wushali, who had intended to maintain the dignified composure befitting a true descendant of the Demonfall § Dragonkin by deliberately remaining in the rear, charged into Planet Yaphic at top speed.

His six direct sons. Across the vast ocean of stars, along the endless path of searching, through tens of thousands of years spent tracking the Romen people—these six sons had always been by his side. Unlike those lesser descendants whose bloodlines were impure and dispensable, these six full siblings were the flesh of his heart, the treasures of his liver, almost more important than his own life. After tens of thousands of years spent together day and night, receiving his lifelong teachings, he had nurtured them like a mother beast protecting her young, painstakingly raising them until they reached *adulthood.

But now, their auras were gone; their lives had been taken.

Large, molten-hot tears spilled from Wushali’s eyes, tracing streaks like meteors through Yaphic’s atmosphere, leaving conspicuous light trails.

When the tears struck the ground, massive craters exploded open. Each droplet was like a heavy shell bomb, vaporizing the earth in a hundred-meter radius into ash.

"Who killed my children! Who?" Wushali roared in maddening frenzy. His enormous body, stretching over twenty-five thousand meters, writhed violently. Opening his monstrous maw, wide enough to swallow a mountain whole, he bit down and ripped at the protective light barrier covering the Yaphic Imperial Palace. He whipped his powerful neck with immense force, tearing the shield with a grinding crack. The Ten Heavenly Lords, momentarily startled by the sight of Wushali’s immense serpentine body, failed to react in time, and the concealing light of the Ten Ultimate Arrays was torn open, revealing a gaping rift.

Gu Xiechen shouted a curse, his feet stirring the water clouds beneath him, creating a streak of aqueous light as he rushed before Wushali. The Azure Life Seal and the Dark Water Yin Thunder roared forth, smashing down toward Wushali’s face.

While still weeping, Wushali snarled his name and forcefully spewed forth a viscous black flame, thick as congealed fish glue, toward the breach in the Ten Ultimate Arrays.

This fire was silent, odorless, and appeared utterly ordinary, possessing no discernible heat. However, Yao Tianjun, who was directly in its path, failed to activate the array’s defense quickly enough and got a speck of the black flame stuck to his shoulder.

With a violent whoosh, a conflagration erupted. Yao Tianjun’s left arm, starting from the shoulder, burst into flames, burning as fiercely as dry tinder saturated with oil encountering a single spark after three years under the harsh sun. Yao Tianjun screamed uncontrollably; this black fire wasn't just consuming his flesh, but searing his primordial spirit. The agony was so intense he felt the urge to abandon his physical body, causing him to forget the composure of an Ancient Golden Immortal, hopping and screaming wildly on the spot.

"Crack!" A sudden, sharp roar came from the side. Yang Jian, swift and sharp-eyed, brought his blade down from the air, severing Yao Tianjun’s left arm right at the shoulder. Yao Tianjun cried out in pain, staggering back several steps while clutching his spurting shoulder. He spared Yang Jian a glance, managing a stiff bow, but remained silent, not even offering a word of thanks.

Yang Jian curled his lip and turned away without a word. The Monkey King chuckled mockingly from the side, repeatedly muttering the names 'Sect of Interception' and 'Sect of the Hidden Gate' under his breath.

While the scene descended into chaos, Gu Xiechen, who had rushed forward, let out a muffled groan, spitting blood as he was knocked flying backward. Wushali swallowed the Dark Water Yin Thunder whole. The Azure Life Seal striking Wushali’s forehead only produced a few faint sparks. Although the Great Dao rules within it, meant to attack the primordial spirit, did shake Wushali’s spirit slightly, Gu Xiechen had not practiced the Azure Life Seal divine ability for long. It was quite effective against ordinary Immortal Sovereigns below the third rank, but against Wushali, whose aura suggested the sixth rank of Golden Immortal, it was clearly insufficient.

Wushali, sporting three heads and four wings with eight sharp claws beneath his abdomen, extended one foreclaw—a claw thousands of meters long—and slammed it down hard on Gu Xiechen. It was like striking a common fly with a steel plate. A significant portion of Gu Xiechen’s skin exploded, spurting massive amounts of blood as he spun toward the ground. He nearly crashed headlong when he managed to catch his cloud-top, barely suspending himself in the air. This technique for forcefully halting his cloud movement was taught to him by the Monkey King; otherwise, he would have certainly smashed into the ground.

Spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, feeling the pleasant relief brought by the rapid recovery and integration of his Profound Yellow Imperishable Body divine ability, Gu Xiechen glared furiously at Wushali and roared, "Wushali, so what if I killed your direct sons? It was your Demonfall § Dragonkin kin who first provoked us, who struck first! You have no one to blame but yourselves for their deaths!"

Wushali shook his massive dragon head violently and let out a cry toward the sky, causing the last few standing palaces of the Yaphic Imperial Palace to collapse into dust. Wushali sneered with cold cruelty, "No need for explanations, no need for defense. Explanations and defenses are the prerogative of the weak. For us true powerhouses, strength and slaughter mean everything."

Lifting his two foreclaws, Wushali grinned menacingly, "I killed them—that is my justification here. You kill me, and I will have nothing to complain about. The strong prey on the weak; this is the world of might and violence!"

Gu Xiechen was stunned for a moment, but the Monkey King burst into laughter, swinging his Grief-Bringing Cudgel as he leaped into the air, bringing the weapon down upon Wushali’s head. When the Monkey jumped, his height was only about eight feet, but by the time his cudgel neared Wushali’s head, his body had rapidly expanded to nearly a hundred miles—more than double the size of the twenty-five-thousand-meter-long Wushali. That enormous Grief-Bringing Cudgel descended upon Wushali’s skull like the collapsed Mount Buzhou from ancient mythology, carrying an aura of absolute destruction.

The central one of the three dragon heads was smashed violently into the ground. The surrounding area shook violently, and a hundred miles around the Yaphic Imperial Palace suddenly subsided. Smoke and dust surged skyward, massive slabs of bedrock cracked open, and tens of thousands of Yaphic palace maids and imperial guards were swept into the fissures with agonizing cries. Fortunately, the Ten Heavenly Lords and Yang Jian acted swiftly, using their divine abilities to transport these people tens of thousands of miles away.

"Fua!" shouted fiercely, "Monkey, fight in outer space! Do you intend to destroy my Yaphic capital?"

The Monkey King paused, glancing back at Fuya with a dark look, muttering indistinctly, "Only petty people and women are difficult to serve. Is it just one capital? So what if it's destroyed?"

Despite his words, the Monkey dared not actually shatter a planet inhabited by millions of residents with repeated blows. He flew to the side of the dazed Wushali and kicked him straight out of the Yaphic atmosphere. With a piercing, screeching laugh, the Monkey transformed into a streak of golden light and shot out of Yaphic, cackling maniacally as he reached Wushali. Unleashing his Traveler's Cudgel techniques, the sky filled with flashing shadows, beating Wushali until sparks flew everywhere and the surrounding void trembled.

Gu Xiechen and the others rushed out of the atmosphere to watch the fight. While beating Wushali, the Monkey called out in a strange, taunting voice, "Violence and might? Your Grandpa Sun dislikes might, and as for violence, that’s exactly what your Grandpa Sun specializes in! Take thirty thousand hits from your grandpa first. If you’re still alive after thirty thousand hits, Grandpa Sun will get intimately acquainted with you!"

Shockwaves rippled outward, and the surging energy carried the sound like a giant drumbeat. Gu Xiechen and the others could only hear booming noises and see Wushali’s form wildly tossed about in the void, swaying left and right like a delicate peony in a hurricane, pummeled all over by the ungentle brute. However, Wushali’s hide, bones, and flesh seemed to be forged from something incredible. Even after thousands of continuous strikes from the Monkey, his scales were only slightly fractured, and his body remained largely unharmed.

Gu Xiechen watched in astonishment. He had personally experienced the weight of the Monkey’s Grief-Bringing Cudgel for the past ten years! Wushali’s physical body was nearly a hundred times tougher than Gu Xiechen’s current one. The Monkey was fighting with true fire, yet he couldn't penetrate his defenses or truly harm his main body. The only advantage was that the Monkey’s combat skills were so exquisite that Wushali was thrown into disarray and couldn't find a way to counterattack.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, "If the Great Sage doesn't change his tactic, within a thousand moves, that monster will surely have a contingency."

Golden light radiated from the Monkey’s eyes. He leaped about frantically, like a wild ape stung on the rear by a hornet, ceaselessly smashing his hundred-mile-long, heavy, gleaming cudgel at Wushali. But even though the Samadhi True Fire erupted from his own head and Wushali’s scales were completely shattered, his main body remained uninjured.

"Too light, too light!" the Monkey roared in utmost dissatisfaction. Although he had used a massive amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures provided by Gu Xiechen to refine the cudgel in his hand, it was ultimately not the heaven-and-earth-formed spiritual artifact of his heyday. The Monkey’s artifact refinement skill, frankly, was rather poor. This current cudgel could not satisfy his needs in battle. If his original Grief-Bringing Cudgel, famous throughout the Three Realms, were still present, and if the Monkey were still the form that shook the Three Realms back then, a sixth-rank Golden Immortal like Wushali would likely have been reduced to meat paste in one blow.

Yao Tianjun, whose right arm had been severed, had already applied several pills to the wound, and a new arm was rapidly growing back. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the dizzy Wushali in the distance, then suddenly raised his hand, summoning the other Heavenly Lords to redeploy the Ten Ultimate Arrays. Ten streams of immortal light permeated the surrounding void, sealing off the space. Having suffered the previous breach, the Ten Heavenly Lords now stabilized the ten Innate Supreme Treasures anchoring the array's core, significantly boosting the array's power.

A thought struck Gu Xiechen. Like flowing clouds and running water, he retreated backward, entering the Ten Ultimate Arrays. With a gesture, the Grand Yin Profound Pearl transformed into a brilliant moon and shot into the arrays, hanging high above them. Misty white vapor spewed forth from the Grand Yin Profound Pearl. Mao E, leading tens of thousands of Yin Spirits armed with longbows, emerged from the pearl, performed a unified salute to Gu Xiechen, and then established a 'Formation within a Formation' inside the Ten Ultimate Arrays—a small 'Grand Yin Soul-Confusing Array' designed to draw in the stellar light of the Grand Yin.

Smiling faintly, Gu Xiechen slipped back out of the Ten Ultimate Arrays. The distant, miserably beaten Wushali didn't notice Gu Xiechen’s brief maneuver.

With howls and shrieks, Wushali gradually adapted to the Monkey's attack frequency and methods. His massive body tumbled, and suddenly, two rear claws lashed out, finding a flaw in the agitated Monkey’s cudgel momentum. He slammed one claw into the Monkey’s body. The Monkey grunted, and two massive dragon claw marks appeared on his hundred-mile-tall frame, embedding deep into his body by a li or more. Filthy blood seeped from the Monkey’s seven orifices as he retreated several steps, grinding his teeth.

Taking a deep breath, the Monkey raised his cudgel, intending to resume his attack, but Yang Jian moved instantly, blocking his path.

"Great Sage, neither you nor I possess the Vajra Indestructible body of our former selves. This monster’s flesh is far tougher than ours currently. Direct confrontation is unwise."

The Monkey froze, the fire in his eyes growing hotter. Just as Gu Xiechen thought he was about to erupt in anger, the Monkey slowly stepped back a few paces, shrinking his body back to its original height. He squatted in the void with narrowed eyes, calmly observing Wushali, who was arrogantly channeling energy to repair his scales. Perhaps because the inherent toughness of his scales required far more energy than his descendants needed, Wushali's scale regeneration was not fast, but every new scale was thick and dark, like a heavy tower shield. The sound of metal striking metal could even be heard as the scales forced their way out from beneath his skin.

Gu Xiechen sucked in a cold breath. The descendants of the Demonfall § Dragonkin, the direct bloodline of the Innate Great Sage, were truly extraordinary. Wushali, regardless of which generation he was, already possessed such power and such a body. If the Demonfall § Dragonkin itself were ever freed, what kind of spectacle would that present?

Helplessly, it seemed his previously conceived plan needed to be executed sooner rather than later. Though it felt somewhat inhumane, self-preservation in the face of a future crisis meant he couldn't afford to hesitate any longer.

Everyone waited for Wushali to recover. After a full half an hour, Wushali's shattered scales were completely regrown. He opened his six large eyes in astonishment and looked at Gu Xiechen quizzically:

"You are truly foolish. Why didn't you take the opportunity to ambush me? When I was restoring my power, I was at my weakest. You are truly stupid!"

Yang Jian raised his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd. He stated coldly, "It wasn't stupidity, but respect for my pride!"

Wushali shook his head and looked at Yang Jian with mocking contempt. "Your pride? What pride can a minuscule human possess?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, finding it beneath him to argue further. The foremost God of War of the Three Realms, who achieved sainthood in the flesh after the War of Investiture, found it a waste of breath to converse with such an arrogant, narrow-minded creature. He merely patted the head of the hound beside him and looked coldly at Wushali.

With a low bark, the small hound transformed into a streak of black lightning and charged toward Wushali. Suddenly, dozens of streams of blood erupted from Wushali's body. The hound's sharp fangs tore through dozens of his scales, and its sharp claws ripped his skin, severing his blood vessels, which were as thick as water vats. Yang Jian smiled faintly and said to the sulking Monkey nearby, "Against this sort of thick-skinned brute, sharp implements are clearly more effective than blunt ones!"

A gentle wind suddenly enveloped Wushali. Yang Jian spun his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, trailing points of cold light as he moved swiftly around Wushali’s massive form. The cold light continuously pierced Wushali’s body, puncturing his thick scales and muscle, tearing his blood vessels and nerves. Great torrents of blood sprayed outward like fountains. Wushali roared in anger and panic, his three heads snapping left and right, but he couldn't touch the incredibly fast, nimble Yang Jian, who moved like a fluttering butterfly.

Suddenly, a sharp bolt of lightning tore through the void, and Yang Jian cleaved off Wushali’s left head with a single strike.

Wushali let out a howl of rage and pain. The severed neck suddenly aimed itself at Yang Jian. Gu Xiechen saw a flash of triumphant sneer on Wushali's other two heads and was about to warn Yang Jian to be careful when the severed head suddenly exploded, enveloping Yang Jian in a large mass of black fire and black mist. Wushali’s long neck also locked onto Yang Jian’s body, and a bone spur, several yards thick, shot out silently from the ruptured neck base, carrying a chill as it pierced into the black fire and mist.

Yang Jian was enveloped in golden light, securely protecting his body. Although the black mist and fire were venomous, they could not approach his form. Just as he was about to use a divine ability to cut through the blackness, the bone spur reached him. This thick bone shot forward like an arrow from a powerful crossbow, carrying an evil aura, and pierced through Yang Jian's protective golden light, striking his body.

The instant the bone made contact with Yang Jian’s body, the thick bone compressed into a white bone arrow, about the thickness of a thumb and a zhang and three chi long, instantly piercing Yang Jian’s heart. A stream of golden blood sprayed from the back of Yang Jian’s neck. With a deathly pale face, Yang Jian turned and fled without a sound. Large amounts of poison and evil energy flooded his body. With his Nine Revolutions Profound Art recovered to less than one-tenth of its strength, he simply couldn't withstand Wushali’s malicious blow.

Triumphant laughter poured from Wushali’s mouth. He opened his two large mouths and greedily lunged to swallow Yang Jian.

Gu Xiechen’s face changed. The Chaos Bell shot up from above his head, trailing a powerful black and white light, ready to strike Wushali.

Yang Jian, who was fleeing, suddenly spun around, dropping his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd. He drew the golden bow strapped to his waist with his backhand and shot four silver projectiles in quick succession (pa-pa-pa-pa). These projectiles were grape-sized when leaving the string, but instantly transformed into four massive orbs of silver light upon release, with faint, tri-colored strange light spinning rapidly within them, shooting toward Wushali as fast as lightning. Wushali, charging headlong to swallow Yang Jian, was caught completely off guard, and his four massive eyeballs were struck by the four silver bullets.

The eyeballs, large as four small ponds, exploded, spewing copious amounts of viscous red and silver gelatinous material. Wushali screamed in agony, his body convulsing violently. But Yang Jian had no intention of letting him go. Having borne the title of the Three Realms' God of War, being wounded by the descendant of a mere innate creature who had barely coalesced a form—Yang Jian’s resentment was so great it felt like it could split the heavens.

The vertical eye in his brow suddenly snapped open. Yang Jian channeled all the mystical power of his divine connection and shot a Demon-Slaying Divine Light toward Wushali. A faint, thumb-thick beam of dim golden light silently struck Wushali and, in the blink of an eye, sank beneath his scales. The Monkey King, squatting nearby, violently shuddered, clearly recognizing the lethality of the Demon-Slaying Divine Light.

Gu Xiechen and the others were treated to a live spectacle of flaying and disembowelment. A hazy golden light flashed inside Wushali’s body. The thick black scales on his surface, and skin a hundred times tougher than aged oxhide, suddenly exploded, scattering blood and gore everywhere. Wushali, with two heads remaining, shrieked to the sky, flying and rolling wildly in agony. His scales were shredded by the Demon-Slaying Divine Light, and the intense pain nearly made him faint.

Seeing his chance, the Monkey transformed instantly into a beast about ten feet wide and triumphantly dove headfirst into Wushali's massive mouth. He had used this trick countless times in the past; no demon or monster that he burrowed inside had ever escaped his control.

But this time, the Monkey’s trick backfired disastrously. As soon as he burrowed into Wushali’s mouth, he shot out, covered in sticky, foul-smelling grime and tendrils of black fire. Flying rapidly away, the Monkey cursed angrily, "What a loss! What a loss! This bastard’s belly must contain three to five thousand latrines that haven't been cleaned in eighty thousand years. The stench! The poison!"

The fetid, black fire corroded Sun Wukong's body, stripping away the guise of the fly to restore his original form. Tong’s body was scorched, patches of fur falling away, and in some places, the toxic water and fire had eaten through his muscles, exposing the pale gold bone beneath. The Monkey leaped and spun wildly in agony, crying out, "Even the heat in Lao Jun's furnace was not this painful; this fiend is truly wicked!"

Wusha Li suddenly let out an unpleasant, shrill laugh. He bellowed, "In my life, I have swallowed countless living things, countless poisons, and everything only went in, never out. All the vile miasma, toxic vapors, evil energies, and death qi have accumulated within my belly for over a hundred thousand years! Even a legendary Grand Unity Golden Immortal would surely perish upon contact with what is inside me!"

Gu Xichen’s eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Not necessarily!"

With a wave of his hand, Gu Wuchen tapped toward the Ten Absolute Formation. The immortal light of the formation parted to create a seam, through which a tender, vibrant osmanthus branch, bearing dewdrops, flew out. Following the tip of Gu Wuchen's finger, the branch swept through the air, and a great shower of water condensed from the dewdrops sprinkled down upon Yang Jie and the Monkey. Filaments of black fire and black qi continuously spewed out from within the two, yet upon touching the faintly fragrant rain, they immediately dissipated into nothingness. In mere breaths, both men had essentially recovered. After circulating their profound arts for a few cycles, they felt refreshed and their spirit fully restored.

Never having suffered such a humiliation—especially not at the hands of mere characters at the sixth stage of Golden Immortal—both Yang Jie and the Monkey, being inherently arrogant, exchanged a look after being struck by Wusha Li's foul attack. Simultaneously, they unleashed the Divine Ability of Manifesting Heaven and Earth, their forms soaring abruptly to a height of a hundred miles.

The two brandished their staffs, bringing them down with all their might.

Unexpectedly, Wusha Li suddenly shrank his body. His form, over twenty thousand meters long, contracted to just three meters tall, transforming into an exceptionally robust, dark-skinned man. Blood still sprayed from Wusha Li's eyes as he seized the opportunity of his reduced size to evade the attack from Yang Jian and the Monkey. He charged straight at Gu Xichen's chest like a maddened bull. From a great distance, Wusha Li thrust out both hands, sharp, gleaming black nails extending from his fingertips. His momentum suggested he desperately wished to tear open Gu Wuchen’s chest and pluck out his heart.

Gu Xichen shifted his body aside, clearing the path. The Ten Absolute Formation's screening light rippled, drawing Wusha Li into the formation.

Mao E, who had long been poised, let out a clear cry. Tens of thousands of Yin Specter maidens simultaneously drew their bows. A vast amount of Taiyin Qi erupted from the Taiyin Profound Orb, condensing on the maidens' longbows into icy arrows, six feet and six inches long and as thick as a thumb. At Mao E's command, tens of thousands of arrows shot toward Wusha Li without a sound. In the span of just one ten-thousandth of a breath, the arrows struck Wusha Li in succession. Each arrow carried the force of a full-strength blow from a third-stage Celestial Immortal. This volley shattered Wusha Li’s skin across his front, revealing bone as black as ink.

Screaming in agony toward the heavens, Wusha Li instinctively rushed toward the direction from which the arrows came. Mao E chuckled lightly, paid her respects to Gu Wuchen and Fu Ya-Ming, then turned, leading the Yin Specter maidens back into the Taiyin Profound Orb. A path paved with solidified profound ice surged out from the orb, landing precisely at the feet of Wusha Li, who was now blind and nearly driven mad. Unable to discern direction, Wusha Li stumbled blindly straight into the Taiyin Profound Orb.

The hundreds of thousands of spirit veins that Gu Xichen had plundered from tens of thousands of planets over the years were simultaneously activated. White ribbons of spiritual energy, vast and agile as white dragons, erupted from all directions of the Taiyin Profound Orb, swiftly encircling Wusha Li.

Biting coldness permeated Wusha Li’s body, freezing him into a massive block of profound ice in the blink of an eye. Gu Xichen repeatedly performed hand seals, invoking the power of the Taiyin Space to bind Wusha Li, gradually extinguishing his vitality and life force, slowly refining his body into pure ice crystals.

The Ten Heavenly Lords laughed in unison, "Congratulations, Exalted One, for eliminating a powerful foe."

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong exchanged glances, their faces grim. They transformed into purple light and drilled back into Gu Wuchen’s body, resolving to continue their seclusion diligently to recover their former cultivation levels as quickly as possible.

Gu Xichen squinted in thought for a long time before shaking his head, "A mere sixth-stage Golden Immortal nearly overwhelmed us. This is but a descendant of Mo Ta $\S$ Long Gen. If there were a few more like him, or if their cultivation were stronger, we would truly be in danger..."

A sixth-stage Golden Immortal like him—even the full power of the Nuwa Type I Fortress could not harm a single hair on his head.

The disparity in strength was too vast, truly too vast!

He drew Fu Ya-Ming close, instructing her to seal the sole passage connecting the Spiral Star Domain to the outside world, ordering the Ten Heavenly Lords to deploy the Ten Absolute Formation within to strictly forbid any ability user from entering or exiting. Gu Wuchen then fled into the void at maximum speed. With his first-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, guided by the ancient teleportation star path indicated by the Dingxing Plate created by Wo Chen Daoist, utilizing the fixed star gates manufactured by the Star Alliance, and secret star gates provided to him by the Yanlong Empire, he reached the Death Star Domain in just two days. He arrived at the valley where the spatial channel used by the Dark Creatures when they first entered this universe was located.

A few weak Minotaurs were foolishly guarding the spatial channel that Gu Xichen had already sealed. Before they even spotted Gu Xichen, he easily struck them down.

He summoned the Chaos Bell and unleashed a beam of true magnetism intertwined with black and white—the Primal Chaos Two Energies Light—restoring the spatial channel. Gu Xichen left several warning and enemy-encircling restrictions nearby before quietly entering the Dark Star Domain. The dense aura of darkness immediately washed over him. Gu Xichen stood on the Minotaur territory, extending his divine sense, quietly analyzing all the complex energies within this star domain.

Just above the Minotaur territory, within a satellite, there was a wondrous energy fluctuation. Gu Xichen smiled; he sensed that a powerful Innate Life Form was gestating within this satellite.

Summoning a cloud of water and mist, without alerting any Minotaurs, Gu Xichen drifted onto the satellite. On the satellite's surface stood a small temple where several Minotaur priests of the Void Realm were dancing wildly, presenting offerings to the Minotaur God they worshipped, praying for their new god to be born swiftly.

Glancing at these devout Minotaurs, Gu Xichen swept them away with his sleeve, knocking them unconscious, and used his divine ability to transport them to the Minotaur territory a million miles away.

He looked coldly at the crudely constructed temple, which was nonetheless adorned with large amounts of gold and silver, then gathered all the precious metals into the Taiyin Profound Orb for safekeeping. With another flick of his sleeve, he pulverized the small temple into dust. Sitting cross-legged amidst the ruins of the temple, Gu Xichen’s divine consciousness enveloped the satellite, which spanned over a hundred thousand kilometers in diameter, silently sensing the activity within the planet.

At the core of the planet, within a spherical space over thirty thousand kilometers in diameter, amidst a boundless sea of blood, lay a colossal bull, over six thousand kilometers long, covered in oily, lustrous, blood-red fur, with six sharp horns rising straight up from its head like swords. Its bulging muscles looked ready to burst, yet it lay lazily in the blood pool, snoring. Occasionally, it would scratch its nostrils, clean its ears, or snort and shift its body, looking utterly like an infant deep in a sweet dream.

This was an Innate Life Form still in gestation. If nothing went wrong, in several years, when it broke free from the shell, the Minotaur race would gain another deity to worship. Just like the Purple Wolf God of the Wolf Clan, this Minotaur God born in the sea of blood would establish a new clan lineage for the Minotaur line, receiving their worship and sustenance, leading the Minotaurs to carve out a broader living space through plunder and destruction, forging a brand new world.

But unfortunately for it, before it could even be born, Gu Xichen had targeted it.

His innate divine sense wrapped around the giant bull, studying it for a good while. Gu Xichen nodded in satisfaction. Unlike the black dragon he had slain previously, this bull had not employed any strange or obscure methods upon itself. It was patiently following the natural laws, quietly awaiting the day it would fully mature and naturally emerge from its shell.

Due to the scarcity of Primordial Chaos Spiritual Energy, the day of hatching might still be long in coming, but once free, it would instantly possess all the strength it should have and inherit all the innate knowledge of Primordial Chaos. Currently, the bull's strength hovered around the fifth stage of Golden Immortal. If it waited until it was completely mature and broke free naturally, it might achieve the strength of an eighth-stage Golden Immortal—a decent foundation.

Gently patting the ground, Gu Xichen sighed, "What a pity, such a fine bull!"

However, clearly, compared to those bird-people born handsome and cute with wings on their backs, the bird-people were still somewhat more appealing! "Don't thank me," Gu Xichen muttered as he continuously pulled various objects from his sleeve, "When you appear in another form in the future, when you reveal yourself and win the hearts of thousands of maidens, do not thank me!"

Two pure white crosses made of unknown metal, a string of silver-white prayer beads faintly emitting holy light, a papal crown, and two sharp swords, along with other miscellaneous items, totaled thirteen Sacred Artifacts radiating intense energy fluctuations. Gazing at these inherent sacred artifacts, which even high-ranking Archangels could possess, Gu Xichen smiled contentedly. He swiftly took out several thousand Sun Stones condensed within the Sun Profound Orb and laid out a massive magic circle on the ground.

It was a magic circle, not an Eastern formation—it was a Western magical array. Ninety-nine continuously nested layers of magic circles flashing with white holy light were interlocked. Activating this array, even with Gu Xichen's first-stage Golden Immortal strength, caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

He placed the thirteen inherent sacred artifacts of the high-level angels into the magic circle as the core, re-checked the array, and then sat down in the exact center of the grand formation.

The surging Sun Qi from the Sun Profound Orb injected into the Holy Power Seed. Twelve wings, dazzling with piercing white light, suddenly burst forth from his back. At this moment, Gu Xichen transformed once more into the Grand Judge of the Church of Light, radiating a dense, pure Holy Power that would make even formal angels envious.

"The Heaven-Defying Soul-Seizing Origin-Accelerating Secret Art. Oh, Progenitor of the Angel Race, what ruthless methods you possess! No wonder you have so many descendants, each born from the core of a planet, each possessing the aptitude of an Innate Life Form, yet their strength has become so frail! What a 'Heaven-Defying Soul-Seizing Origin-Accelerating Secret Art'! If you had appeared several Kalpas earlier, you would surely hold a place among the great divine practitioners of the Primordial Wilderness!"

"Alas, what a pity. Born in the wrong era, now you can only hide in some unknown corner, hoarding the faith power contributed by your descendants while awaiting a chance to awaken."

Casting a somewhat pitying glance at the planet beneath him, Gu Xichen shook his head and sighed, "Such a secret art is truly contrary to heavenly harmony, but for the sake of those around me..."

After a moment of reflection, Gu Xichen’s expression turned icy. He formed a hand seal and uttered a low shout of Tianzhu Sheng Lian (Holy Litany of the Lord of Heaven), launching dozens of beams of holy light into the two white crosses before him. The inherent sacred artifacts of Hamlerine and Dora erupted with dazzling holy light, swiftly pulling a wisp of Gu Xichen’s divine consciousness, which transformed into a vast spiritual shockwave that instinctively surged toward the only immense star in the Dark Star Domain.

The star trembled, and the wisp of divine sense separated by Gu Xichen instantly pierced the void, sent toward some unknown expanse of stars.

Here, a consciousness floated quietly in the void, so immense that the current Gu Xichen could not even fathom it. The power of divine sense had solidified into a crystalline wall, sealing the space spanning several light-years. The tens of thousands of miles thick crystal wall was faintly visible in the distant void. This vast, heavy, incredibly solid crystal wall was formed by the residual divine sense power dispersed from that single wisp of consciousness.

In the void, hundreds of thousands of stars were packed tightly together like grapes, nestled side by side. Above these massive stars, a Celestial Moth, so enormous it transcended human comprehension, lay silently asleep. The wisp of divine sense power enveloping this area of space emanated from within this unbelievably large Celestial Moth.

It was a creature of immense size, yet possessing a beauty so exquisite it approached artistry.

It was purplish-gold throughout. Every tiny fiber on its massive body could accommodate dozens of Earths lined up shoulder to shoulder. A faint purplish-gold holy light spread from its body, warming the hundreds of thousands of stars beneath it, much like a brooding hen gently caring for its offspring.

Golden little angels, no bigger than a thumb, revolved around the enormous Celestial Moth. No one could ascertain their exact number; perhaps as many as there were dust motes on a common Celestial Moth, there were hundreds or thousands of little angels surrounding this one. These little angels had vacant expressions and lacked consciousness, merely revolving along fixed trajectories while continuously humming a beautiful hymn.

The Moth’s immense body defied human language to describe. Beyond that, the most striking feature was a stinger tube behind its tail, a full one and a half times the length of its body. Ordinary Celestial Moths used this stinger to lay eggs, but for the Progenitor of the Angel Race, this long stinger clearly held a more significant purpose.

Directly beneath its body, a congenital life form seemed about to hatch within a star. The Moth’s long stinger had slowly pierced into this star, into the body of that innate life form, injecting a thick golden liquid into its body. Simultaneously, a tiny golden angel merged with the innate life form's head through the stinger.

The body of the innate life form, whose original shape resembled a long serpent, suddenly stiffened. The mental fluctuations emitted by its own primordial consciousness weakened significantly. Nearly a tenth of the precious primordial essence liquid within its body was drawn away by the stinger, and the energy fluctuations it released also weakened considerably, dropping from the energy signature of a second-stage Golden Immortal to that of an early-stage Golden Immortal. The serpent's body gradually twisted and transformed, vague wings gradually appeared on its back, and a faint aura of holy light spread from within it.

Another great and noble Archangel was about to achieve completion and be born? This innate life form, originally serpentine, was gradually converting its physique toward the standard angelic form.

After finding certain memories regarding their progenitor deep within the souls of Hamlerine and Dora, Gu Xichen conceived a way to utilize his methods.

His divine sense gazed at the massive Celestial Moth ahead, and Gu Xichen uttered a low curse. The Celestial Moth suddenly shuddered.