"Little lass, just take it. It's not me bragging, but with his current physical toughness, there really isn't anyone in this realm who could kill him?" Before Ye Jingyu could speak, Sun Wukong interjected. One strike from him could shatter a whole expanse of space, yet it only managed to fracture his body, which instantly healed.

How could anyone else possibly harm him? Of course, perhaps those few above possessed such ability, but would they intervene so easily? Sun Wukong was unaware that the few Sages had already begun plotting against Ye Jingyu.

In his perception, those great beings had reached a state beyond sorrow or joy, thus they wouldn't bother themselves with the affairs of those below. "The monkey speaks the truth. There truly is no one who can harm me right now.

Xixi, hold onto this for me. Besides, the Eastern Emperor Bell and I share a deep connection; if I were ever in true danger, it would instantly return to my side. You need not worry!" Ye Jingyu said with a smile.

His current physical strength was no less than that of the Eastern Emperor Bell. If something truly managed to grievously wound him, even the Bell being nearby would be useless. What he said was merely to put Xiyang at ease.

Seeing Ye Jingyu so full of confidence, Xiyang finally put away the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Heaven-Overturning Seal. The Monkey nearby, however, was displeased. Just moments ago, Ye Jingyu had called him 'Great Sage,' and now he was just 'Monkey.' That shift was too swift!

Yet, the look of dissatisfaction flashed only for a moment. He had always been a carefree monkey; Ye Jingyu calling him that actually made him feel closer. Now, with Jiu Feng possessing the Banner of Chiyou and the Twelve Heavenly Witches' Annihilation Array nearby, and Xiyang holding the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Heaven-Overturning Seal—two supreme treasures, capable of both offense and defense—Ye Jingyu no longer needed to worry about their safety.

He retrieved the two great cauldrons. From the words of Zhurong and the others, he learned these were two of the Nine Cauldrons used by Yu the Great to suppress the Nine Provinces; only by assembling all nine could their greatest power be unleashed. And that demonic blade, the Blood-Transforming Demonic Blade, was a famed artifact from the Investiture of the Gods war.

However, Ye Jingyu already intended to forge the Heavenly Venerable Blade into his own divine artifact. Thus, after perfecting his Chaos Body, the first thing he did was reforge the Heavenly Venerable Blade. Artifacts like the Blood-Transforming Demonic Blade naturally became prime nourishment for it, along with the Dragon-Binding Rope and the Dragon Soul Whip, all of which Ye Jingyu refined into the Heavenly Venerable Blade, causing its grade to rise significantly once more.

To further enhance its might, Ye Jingyu even obtained some vital blood from the Monkey and integrated it into the blade. Although the Heavenly Venerable Blade currently lagged behind top-tier artifacts like the Eastern Emperor Bell, the gap was no longer insurmountable. As long as it continued to devour sufficient magical artifacts, becoming the strongest divine artifact in the Three Realms was not impossible.

What seemed like an instant here had actually taken several months. The conflict between the Heavenly Alliance and the Earthly Alliance concluded with Yuan’s defeat, leading to a full retreat by the Earthly Alliance. However, the Heavenly Alliance had completely fractured into two factions.

Celestial Daoist and Earthly Daoist defected to Xuanyuan Jing, while Liang Xiaoke, Yan Senxu, and Yingkong Shi formed the iron triangle guarding the Southern Cloud Empire. On the surface, the Southern Cloud Empire appeared strongest, but anyone with discerning eyes knew this was only when the Yu-level experts refrained from action. Xuanyuan Jing himself was a Yu-level expert, backed by five Immortal Sages.

Yuan was supported by three Yu-level Lords, whereas the Southern Cloud Empire only had Dugu Bacheng standing behind it. In the Heavenly Alliance’s Southern Cloud Empire, near the wild forest, lay Snow Plains City—the very first city Ye Jingyu reached. Southwest of this city stood four towering peaks that pierced the clouds like sharp swords.

Beneath these four peaks lay a massive canyon. Currently, in the very center of the canyon, Liang Xiaoke sat cross-legged. Without summoning his two severed selves or his five Blood Corpses, he sat silently alone.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian hovered around him, emitting sharp sword energies that perfectly corresponded to the four colossal peaks. Besides him, there was no one else in the canyon... "Who..." Suddenly, Liang Xiaoke’s eyes snapped open, and his body went rigid as he stared ahead.

He saw a man wearing a Daoist robe, yet possessing an exceptionally handsome face tinged with a hint of wicked charm, walking toward him step by measured step. Seeing the man approach so effortlessly, Liang Xiaoke’s expression drastically changed. Although he hadn't fully deployed the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the four surrounding peaks were arranged according to its structure.

Not even a Zhou-level expert could infiltrate the formation without alerting him. Yet, this fellow hadn't just broken in; he strolled as if touring his own backyard, rendering the complex Zhuxian Sword Formation a mere formality. This person was certainly not someone to be trifled with lightly.

Without a second thought, Liang Xiaoke activated his divine sense, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian transformed into four streaks of sword light, shooting toward the Daoist. These immensely powerful swords, which had slain countless immortals with their ferocious might, stopped dead before the Daoist, unable to advance an inch further. Instead, they bobbed playfully before him like docile puppies.

Witnessing this, Liang Xiaoke was astonished. However, being a ruthless individual himself, he recognized the visitor’s formidable power and immediately unleashed the Haotian Pearl, hurling it toward the Daoist. The Haotian Pearl, one of the personal artifacts of Emperor Haotian, contained immense energy and arrived before the Daoist almost instantly.

But the man merely stretched out his fair, clean right hand and caught it between his fingers. No matter how hard Liang Xiaoke urged it on, it refused to budge an inch. At this moment, Liang Xiaoke understood that this was not merely a difficult opponent, but an exceedingly terrifying one.

Saying no more, his body flickered, and five Blood Corpses shot out, establishing the Five Elements Blood Corpse Great Formation, trapping the Daoist in the center. Furthermore, his two avatars—one monk, one Daoist—emerged, wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle and the whisk, striking at the Daoist. This represented nearly the peak of Liang Xiaoke's current strength, capable of slaying any Zhou-level expert, even those at the peak of that realm.

Faced with this assault, the Daoist merely waved his sleeve lightly. The seemingly perfect Five Elements Blood Corpse Formation shattered instantly, and the five Blood Corpses were blasted away. The monk and Daoist avatars were jolted so hard they spat blood and flew backward...

And Liang Xiaoke’s true body was only halfway through its charge... Seeing his most powerful attack repelled by a mere wave of a sleeve, he dared not linger. He recalled his two avatars and turned to flee, but suddenly felt his body freeze, utterly immobilized.

Immediately, the Daoist’s voice echoed by his ear: "I am Tongtian. Little doll, are you still trying to escape?" Tongtian? Liang Xiaoke's body convulsed violently...

(Stars, these past few days should have been quite exciting, so why have the Golden Bricks decreased? Could it be that everyone was too engrossed in the reading and forgot to throw bricks? Our goal this month is to break through 30,000 Golden Bricks!

Stars, the Constellation needs your support. Throw those bricks!)