Yang Jian, after a spree of indiscriminate slaughter, left the Jiazi Star Fortress littered with corpses, resulting in numerous vacant celestial positions. Only then did Yang Jian 'hear the news' of his own base being ambushed, forcing him to retreat hastily with his subordinates to reinforce it.

Coincidentally, many Immortals from the Taibai Immortal Sect, led by the Taibai Immortal Lord, arrived at the First Line Star Abyss in a state of profound grief.

The Jiazi Star Fortress was genuinely 'suffering heavy losses' and urgently needed immortal reinforcements. Gu Wuchen couldn't be bothered to argue with them and casually assigned them to the patrol units to suffice. Now, with Yang Jian constantly leading troops to attack the Jiazi Star Fortress's patrols, routine patrols had become almost a suicide mission—which served as a perfect, albeit grim, assignment, thus venting a measure of Gu Wuchen's lingering resentment.

Lan Qingtian and Zhenren Mi were placed by Gu Wuchen in positions of comfortable emolument and ease, essentially kept in a state of luxurious maintenance.

Siren and Mohe, remaining on Misha Star, immediately seized practical control of Qingyanya and the Ku Yimen. They initiated sweeping reforms and rapid development. Gu Xiachen transmitted the enlightenment on the Dao achieved by the Haotian God to the pair, causing their strength to recover swiftly and align rapidly with the Heavenly Dao. Supported by their formidable power, Qingyanya and Ku Yimen rapidly expanded, swiftly displacing the Taibai Immortal Sect and claiming dominion over the Huixuan Star Domain. Several years later, the Ziyang Sword Sect, under the leadership of Ziyuanhua, emerged from the Huixuan Star Domain and gradually expanded into neighboring star domains.

Thanks to the authority backing them as the Army Immortal Envoy under Gu Wuchen, the Ziyang Sword Sect faced almost no challengers in the surrounding regions. In just one hundred years, it had visibly developed into a super-large cultivation sect. Gu Xiachen re-condensed the true spirits of the immortal soldiers and generals whose primordial spirits had been refined, concealing them within the Ziyang Sword Sect.

A thousand years flashed by, and Gu Wuchen became increasingly entrenched in his position as the Gongjun Immortal Envoy, with the entire Jiazi Star Fortress now filled with his trusted confidants.

Not only the Jiazi Star Fortress, but Gu Xiachen's reach stretched ever further, gradually planting countless personnel within the Yichou Star Fortress and other massive fortresses. Unbeknownst to many, nearly forty percent of the personnel within the First Line Star Survey Immortal Sect were now directly or indirectly controlled by Gu Xiachen. Furthermore, eighty percent of the military forces from the Tianfu were under Gu Wuchen's direct command.

With Yang Jian cooperating from within, Gu Wuchen replaced the unsuspecting soldiers and generals with authentic immortal soldiers and generals. Other than their object of loyalty being more hostile, there was no discernible difference otherwise.

Gu Xiachen focused entirely on installing personnel and developing his influence here. Meanwhile, far away, Zhenren Huanglong, as if feeling a sharp pain, mobilized countless forces from the Yuxu Palace to launch an offensive against the Buddhist Sect. But regardless of the external turmoil, it never managed to affect Gu Wuchen.

One day, Gu Xiachen was in deep seclusion within his residence, contemplating the Heavenly Dao laws within the Haotian God and the Yuanlong Bead. The Heavenly Dao that the Haotian God had spent countless epochs comprehending over a thousand years, the rules nurtured in the Yuanlong Bead over innumerable kalpas, had been nearly fully grasped by Gu Xiachen in a mere millennium, reaching a state of near-perfection. Following a path already paved by others was always lighter and freer than painstakingly carving out one's own way.

Especially since Gu Wuchen himself already possessed the realm of a Saint; comprehending things belonging to fellow Saints was always easier.

Now, Gu Xiachen alone possessed Heavenly Dao laws equivalent to three Saints, bolstered by the entirety of the Heavenly Dao laws from his original universe, elevating his divine abilities and magical power to an inconceivable level. His divine sense could now cover nearly thirty percent of this universe, a vast surge of over ten million times compared to his divine sense in his original world. The First Line Star Survey was currently a complete mess, yet Gu Xiachen merely observed coldly, never actively intervening.

Suddenly, Gu Xiachen, whose primordial spirit was wandering amidst the boundless mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, snapped his eyes open. At the very edge of his divine sense, he abruptly swept across a tiny human silhouette. An inexplicable surge of vitality rushed through him; he hastily flashed out of his secluded chamber and, within a few movements, arrived beside the silhouette.

In the void, three Buddhas accompanied by hundreds of Bodhisattvas, along with thousands of fierce-looking demon immortals, were pursuing a child who appeared to be only five or six years old. This child wore a light yellow monk's robe, yet sported the topknot characteristic of a Daoist. His appearance was utterly endearing, pink and delicate, indescribably cute.

However, this five or six-year-old boy was running wildly through the sky, brandishing several bloody human heads in his hands, which immediately lent a terrifying air to the scene.

The three Buddhas chasing behind were shouting in exasperation. Hundreds of Bodhisattvas collectively unleashed their suppressed fury, and the thousands of demon immortals formed a killing formation, closing in from all directions, intending to capture the child.

Though seemingly young, the child's cultivation was terrifyingly profound, faintly having broken through the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm and touched upon a sliver of Chaos power. Beneath his feet rested a golden lotus pedestal unique to the Buddhist school, above his head spun a Tai Chi vortex, and surrounding him, hundreds of heavy Vajra Pestles and gleaming flying swords spun rapidly, darting about like a celestial porcupine.

When a Buddha reached out, the chaotic Vajra Pestles smashed down upon his head; when a Bodhisattva attacked, hundreds of flying swords whistled towards him; the demon immortals were less capable—the grand formation they constructed was shattered by the child's erratic charges and collisions, rendering it useless for containment.

The three Buddhas turned green with rage. The central Buddha roared fiercely, "Wuming'er! You hunt and kill the monks of this poor temple; this time, we will not let you go!"

Wuming'er turned back with a cold sneer, "If you won't let go, then don't. In any case, it was I who killed a few bald donkeys and bull-nosed fellows. If you want to hold on to it, capture me first. Even if you capture me, do you have the nerve to truly do anything to me!"

Weighing the heads in his hand, Wuming'er hurled them backward, forcing the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to swiftly dodge. Wuming'er mocked, "Little Buddha Lord merely wanted to join the excitement at the First Line Star Survey. For your disciples to obstruct and murder me on the path—they deserved death. For daring to bully a child when their own cultivation is insufficient, and for being slaughtered by Little Buddha Lord—they utterly deserved to die!"

Wuming'er was sharp-tongued, and the few Buddhas were no match for his rhetoric, growing weary of speaking and instead continuously using divine abilities to try and capture him.

Yet, the child was protected by an unknown number of miraculous treasures. No matter how hard the Buddhas exerted their strength, dozens of corresponding exotic treasures would precisely counter their Buddhist divine abilities, leaving the three Buddhas utterly helpless.

During the pursuit and escape, one of the three Buddhas momentarily lost focus. Wuming'er seized the opportunity, dropped the remaining heads in his hand, and shot forward like a whirlwind to the Buddha's side. He pulled out a wooden staff emanating green energy and shimmering with five-colored radiance, bringing it down fiercely upon the Buddha's body. With a resounding crash, the unfortunate Buddha's upper body was pulverized, and he spat blood as he flew backward.

Deciding to finish the job, tens of thousands of Buddhist treasures suddenly flew from Wuming'er, showering down like rain and forcing the remaining two Buddhas and hundreds of Bodhisattvas into a clumsy defense. In an instant, the two Buddhas and hundreds of Bodhisattvas were battered until blood flowed from their heads, forcing them to retreat in disarray. Wuming'er was unwilling to let them escape. He ignored the formation laid out by the demon immortals, ascended in golden light, and chased after the three Buddhas. "This Lord Little Buddha has killed countless bald donkeys over the years, but never a Buddha. Let Little Buddha Lord see what slaughtering a Buddha feels like!" With a sweep of his palm, Wuming'er struck like a blade, severing one Buddha's head, scattering golden Buddha blood across the void. "Namo Amitabha!" The remaining two Buddhas chanted the Buddha's name, their eyes turning red as they lunged toward Wuming'er.

Wuming'er's methods were incredibly ruthless. Despite appearing as a child of merely five or six, the ruthlessness and mastery of his techniques surpassed even Gu Xiachen's by more than ten times. He watched the two Buddhas coldly, using his own body to forcefully block their attacks. The two inscribed Vajra Pestles at his side whistled down, smashing the heads of the two Buddhas into pulp.

His body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Wuming'er sneered, "You still have some strength left, but unfortunately, it's not enough to injure me!"

Kicking away the hundreds of Bodhisattvas who were pursuing him, and looking at the demon immortals whose faces were etched with fear, Wuming'er lifted his head high and declared coldly, "Who else wants to spar with Little Buddha Lord?" Gu Xiachen, watching from the side, was utterly astonished. How could Wuming'er be so ferocious? Compared to Wuming'er, Gu Wuchen was practically a mere babe.

Yet, the feeling of blood-and-flesh connection emanating from Wuming'er was overwhelmingly clear. Gu Xiachen knew without asking that this Wuming'er was his son. However, the monk's robe on his body was utterly jarring; Gu Wuchen's expression turned grave, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Just as he was about to reveal himself and acknowledge Wuming'er, a contingent of immortals suddenly rushed out from an oblique angle, opening fire indiscriminately without a word.

Leading this contingent were three Flood Dragons who had attained the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. The numerous immortals behind them were mostly of the Flood Dragon or Giant Python lineage. Their physical bodies were robust, their magical power immense, and by attacking when the Bodhisattvas and demon immortals had lost their nerve due to Wuming'er, they threw the enemy ranks into chaos. Over half their number perished upon initial contact.

Gu Xiachen shook his head. Perhaps due to the repercussions of him severely injuring Zhenren Huanglong years ago, these immortals from the Yuxu Palace were now causing trouble for Buddhist cultivators everywhere they went, resulting in a life-and-death confrontation upon meeting. Over the years, the two sides had engaged in endless chaotic battles, causing countless casualties among their followers. However, today, Gu Wuchen could not allow their messy skirmish to interfere with him.

Silently manifesting before Wuming'er, Gu Xiachen's eyes emitted faint flames, instantly incinerating dozens of immortals rushing towards Wuming'er. He then swiftly grasped Wuming'er and quietly returned to the secluded palace in the Jiazi Star Fortress where he had been in retreat.

Wuming'er only felt a blur before his eyes, and he was taken away by Gu Wuchen without any ability to resist. He cried out in panic, preparing to summon a magical artifact to attack Gu Xiachen, when his feet suddenly found solid ground; he was already standing in an empty room.

Before Wuming'er could unleash his artifact, Gu Xiachen pressed a palm onto his shoulder, forcing him to sit down before him.

"Watch closely. Do you really intend to attack me?" With a slight shift in form, Gu Xiachen dissolved the appearance of the external avatar, revealing his true physical body.

Wuming'er froze. Golden light flickered in his eyes as he looked towards Gu Xiachen, then suddenly shrieked, "You are..."

Gu Xiachen nodded. "It is I... Hmm, I didn't expect you to have emerged already. Your mother and I calculated your time of birth to be three great kalpas later. Now, counting back, you emerged over a thousand years ago—why are you still in this childlike form?"

Blinking his eyes, Wuming'er sighed bitterly, "Heaven envies genius. With aptitude as unique as mine, achieving the Hongmeng level in a mere thousand years naturally invites some trouble from the Heavenly Dao. Forget a thousand years, even one great kalpa wouldn't be enough for me to mature into an adult form."

The phrase 'Heaven envies genius' caused a sharp pang in Gu Xiachen's chest, nearly making him curse aloud. This Wuming'er's tone was extremely provocative.

But considering this was the first time Wuming'er had seen him in all these years, Gu Xiachen softened his tone and immediately shook his head.

Reaching out to pat Wuming'er's shoulder, Gu Xiachen said calmly, "Our meeting today saves me the effort of searching for a needle in a haystack to find you and your mother. Take me to see your mother, and then... some people need to be taught a lesson."

Wuming'er blinked, staring at Gu Xiachen, and only shook his head repeatedly: "Although you are my father, that is undeniable. But I highly doubt you are a match for those two old scoundrels? Mother is also a Saint, yet she is forced to act as their thug, fighting back and forth with Amitabha and the others every day. Can you truly defeat those two?" Gu Xiachen's face darkened—Fuya? Ming was being used as muscle by Jieyin and Zhunti?

A surge of furious energy rushed to his head. Gu Xiachen sneered, "Take me to see your mother. Some people are certainly due for a harsh lesson!"

Looking coldly toward the sky, Gu Xiachen stated calmly, "No matter what calculations you all are making, do not involve me—or those near me!" Gripping Wuming'er, Gu Xiachen shamelessly allowed his Saintly aura to spread. The entire void trembled, and all entities of sufficient weight in this universe sensed the aura emanating from Gu Xiachen.

Some rejoiced, some worried, some were suspicious. The already chaotic situation descended into even greater disarray.

And the inherently troublesome Demon Yue Longgen, not to be outdone, followed closely behind Gu Xiachen, releasing his own aura. Ancient and distant, grand and powerful—this was the aura of Yuanlong.

Also at the Saint realm, Demon Yue Longgen, under Gu Xiachen's direct tutelage and utilizing the power of the Yuanlong Bead, had smoothly ascended to sainthood.

Simultaneously, at the same location, two unfamiliar Saint auras erupted, disrupting the celestial sphere...