Today’s third update! Making up for the deficit, Chapter Twenty!

Deficit covered!!" Starting tomorrow, explosive chapters seeking votes! I’ve been consistently behind, so I haven't had the nerve to ask for votes in a dedicated chapter.

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Thank you!) Originally, this display of might was certainly unprecedented, but perhaps not unrepeatable; Young Master Jun still possessed the capacity to orchestrate a scene of equal or even greater magnitude. However, for today’s humiliation, Young Master Jun would rather die than go through it a second time!

As for others, even if they possessed the capability and the resources, they might not be willing to be as extravagantly wasteful as Young Master Jun! Therefore, today’s magnificent spectacle is truly an event that is both unparalleled and unrepeatable!

Three days later. This heavenly tribulation, which had been overwhelmingly grand yet felt like an absolute farce, finally drew to a close.

Jun Moxie had felt utterly miserable throughout the ordeal. Every bone in his body ached.

The very instant the tribulation definitively ceased, with a sharp intake of breath, he bolted into the Hongjun Pagoda—be it for a bath, sleep, or even to spend time with his long-missed ‘Fifth Maiden’—he simply refused to show his face. The lightning tribulation had passed, but for a good half-day afterward, a dull roar still resonated in everyone’s ears.

The thundering had been incessant for three days and three nights, and not just ordinary thunder—it was the Heavenly Tribulation… Even though everyone had become somewhat accustomed to it. The breathtaking display of generosity displayed by Young Master Jun naturally sparked widespread discussion.

Not only among the Three Great Sacred Lands, but even the Heaven’s Punishment Warriors, who usually revered their powerful Brother-in-Law with utmost admiration, still found it utterly unbelievable that they had passed the tribulation so smoothly and without incident, gathering in small groups to marvel and click their tongues in wonder. Other things might be illusory, but the surge in strength following the tribulation was undeniably real.

Sensing the enormous power swelling within their bodies, every single person felt a profound sense of satisfaction. At this moment, their fighting spirit soared to unprecedented heights!

What were the invaders from other races? If they dared to approach, we could slaughter them until the flowers fall and the streams run backward!

And on the side of the foreign races, after three days of waiting, there was finally movement. After all, such an extraordinarily luxurious celestial tribulation lineup was not something one witnessed every day.

Having witnessed firsthand and experienced the peerless divine power of Jun Moxie, Gu Han, the foremost figure of the Sacred Land, felt an unbidden sense of inferiority rise from the depths of his heart. This was simply beyond the capabilities of a normal human being!

Perhaps only the legendary gods possessed such vast divine abilities! It was a pity that the Sacred Lands and Jun Moxie had long been at loggerheads, and now, with the standoffishness of Xia Changtian and others resulting in the tragic sacrifices of the Heaven’s Punishment Warriors, the conflict between the two sides had reached an irreconcilable impasse.

Otherwise—with just this single feat by Jun Moxie—how much loss could have been averted for the Sacred Lands? How many people would no longer have to dread the danger of the heavenly tribulation?

It was truly a massive miscalculation… Just as Gu Han sighed sincerely, feeling a distinct sense of loss, the air above suddenly began to undulate with a faint, misty tremor—this inexplicable fluctuation carried with it an intensely dangerous feeling. A divine light flashed in Gu Han’s eyes, and he commanded sharply, “Who goes there?” A slightly hoarse and peculiar voice chuckled lightly from mid-air: “Gu Han lives up to his name; this transcendent insight is indeed unmatched.

Old friend, five hundred years have passed since our last meeting—how have you been?” Gu Han’s pupils contracted violently, and he spoke word by word: “It’s you?” “Heh heh heh… Of course, it’s me. Who else could it be!” The air above fluctuated strangely once more, and slowly, all the air in the sky began to vibrate with the same resonance, making it impossible to discern where this person was actually hiding.

“An event as momentous as the collapse of Tianzhu Mountain is something our Shenri Clan has anticipated not for a day or two, but for an entire ten thousand years! Now that Tianzhu Mountain has fallen, it formally heralds the beginning of the decline of the Three Great Sacred Lands of the Xuanxuan Continent.

Brother Gu Han, we have known each other for a long time; I truly cannot bear to see a legend of your generation fall like this. Your Xuanxuan Continent has a saying: ‘He who understands the times is a wise man’—can you not yet see the overwhelming trend of the moment?” The bizarre voice remained ethereal.

“Nonsense! What overwhelming trend?” Gu Han roared, “If you foreign races dare to enter, you can be certain that not a single one of you will leave alive!

That is the true overwhelming trend!” “Alas…” The voice sighed, sounding deeply disappointed and full of melancholy. “Brother Gu Han, you are still the same as when we first met three thousand years ago.

It’s just a pity that your luck is no longer as good as it was before…” He sighed deeply. “Gu Han, do you still remember that before the Heavenly Battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain was opened, there was a stone stele there?

What was inscribed upon it, others might not know or might have forgotten, but you should know, right?” “The stone stele…” Gu Han’s face showed a flicker of stunned remembrance. “The stone stele…” The time period mentioned by the ethereal voice was so ancient that it predated Gu Han’s existence; indeed, very few people knew about it, and even if they did, they might not recall it.

However, in the most secret and ancient texts of the Heavenly Sacred Palace, there had once been a record. Upon the former site of Tianzhu Mountain, a stone stele had once stood.

That stele was erected by the foremost figure of the Xuanxuan world in that era, the Nine Nether First Young Master himself. Inscribed upon it was a prophecy by the Nine Nether First Young Master.

But ever since half of Tianzhu Mountain mysteriously collapsed eight thousand years ago, the stele had also vanished without a trace. The hidden person in mid-air sighed softly.

“You humans truly are ungrateful; such an important matter, and not a single person can recall it—even the Head of the Heavenly Sacred Palace has overlooked it. Truly pitiful.” “Preposterous!

How could this old man forget? Of course, I remember!

But I have no obligation to tell you!” Gu Han flared up. Thinking of the inscription on that stele, he couldn’t help but sigh internally with a sense of powerlessness.

Could it be that all of this was truly the will of heaven? Was everything predetermined?!

“Heh heh heh…” A surge swept through the air, and the strange, eerie voice softly chanted: “Nine Illusions become empty, quicksand turns to wind; Tianzhu collapses, two sides contend; Lament for the Three Saints, a faint empty shadow; A sudden dream, neither illusion nor void; An epoch of hegemony, an eon of evil arts…” As the voice recited this inscription, it sounded completely composed, even carrying a hint of reverence. Gu Han’s face turned ashen.

That was correct; this was precisely the most secret record contained within the Heavenly Sacred Palace. He could never have imagined that this outsider actually knew it!

“Gu Han, there’s no need to be so surprised. While I have known this content for a long time, I have only now fully grasped its meaning…” The voice in the air continued unhurriedly with its eerie tone.

“Of course, I learned about the matters concerning the Nine Illusions Quicksand three thousand years ago…” “What…” Gu Han’s eyes snapped open wide. “You knew?

How could you possibly know?” “That is unimportant! That is not the main point!

What truly matters is, do you understand the meaning of what that stele recorded?” The voice chuckled lightly. “Gu Han, I trust that with your intellect, you cannot fail to grasp it, can you?” Gu Han broke out in a cold sweat.

His voice suddenly became somewhat hoarse. “Chuangshang Beidao, you don’t need to be so smug!

Things may not turn out exactly as you imagine; anything is possible. The finale is not yet reached…” The person speaking, hidden in the void, was none other than the contemporary leader of the foreign race, and simultaneously, their foremost expert!

Chuangshang Beidao—this man and Gu Han could truly be called old acquaintances. For the past three thousand years, the War of Seizing Heaven had been conducted under the direction and control of both Gu Han and Chuangshang Beidao.

The voice cackled; this time, two voices sounded in mocking laughter. One was still sinister and eerie, while the other was a light, silvery giggle.

“Nine Illusions become empty, quicksand turns to wind; the content described in these two lines is simple: the Nine Illusions Quicksand that supported Tianzhu Mountain for hundreds of millions of years has vanished due to some unforeseen change. Thus, Tianzhu Mountain collapsed because of it…” The foreign race expert Chuangshang Beidao laughed happily, explaining patiently.

“Tianzhu collapses, two sides contend—this line needs no explanation from me, does it? As for the latter part, ‘Lament for the Three Saints, a faint empty shadow’—I presume this means nothing more than that your Three Great Sacred Lands are about to perish…” The foreign race expert Chuangshang Beidao laughed with glee.

“As for ‘A sudden dream, neither illusion nor void’—my understanding of this phrase is that this continent, guarded by your Three Great Sacred Lands for ten thousand years, has actually only been a long dream! Since it is a dream, one will eventually wake up.” “Nonsense!” Gu Han roared in anger, suddenly moving like a bolt of lightning and lunging towards the void.

With a few muffled sounds of impact, it seemed Gu Han exchanged a few palm strikes with someone in the void, after which the air once again experienced a series of violent fluctuations. Gu Han landed gracefully, his hawk-like eyes remaining extremely cautious as he stared into the sky.

“Not bad! It seems you can now track my movements.

However, it’s still not enough…” The voice in the sky changed, seemingly emanating from all directions at once. Gu Han managed a wry smile.

“Indeed, it’s still not enough…” Once the opponent changed their established method of concealment, Gu Han could no longer find them. Gu Han was undoubtedly the most powerful among the Three Great Sacred Lands, but he lacked the discerning eye that someone like Qiao Ying possessed, rendering him incapable of perceiving the unique art of stealth used by the foreign race.

“Next, there is the final line…” Chuangshang Beidao, hidden in the void, laughed even more joyously. “Gu Han, I must admit, teasing you like this once every five hundred years is truly exhilarating.

I thoroughly enjoy this feeling and never tire of it…” Gu Han snorted coldly. “But it’s a pity that in every single confrontation, you are always the one who flees the fastest.

If you could ever be as upright and forthright as a human being someday, this old man might look upon you with a bit more respect…” “Unfortunately, you are not yet worthy of that from me…” Chuangshang Beidao guffawed. “Let’s continue with this final line: ‘An epoch of hegemony, an eon of evil arts’—ha ha ha!

This clearly means that our Shenri Clan can also rule this continent for the long span of ten thousand years!” He laughed triumphantly. “You humans have always referred to us, the Shenri Clan, as an evil existence; our cultivation methods, naturally, must also be evil methods, ha ha!

This ‘eon of evil arts’ must refer to the cultivation techniques of our Shenri Clan! We must claim this without question; there can be no mistake.

Unless you so-called righteous people are willing to admit that your own Profound Arts are evil?”