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The house was quiet at night.

"Awesome!"

"That hits the spot!"

After finishing processing the spiritual liquid, Ye Chuan leaned against the headboard in his room and tapped his phone screen.

Just as the midnight bell chimed, the refresh notification for the Adventure World popped up right on time.

His cultivation base was already at the Tribulation Crossing realm.

Even though he knew the Tribulation Crossing realm was quite different from the Ascendant realm.

But—

Ye Chuan still wanted to give it a try.

If he logged in now, he'd be facing that old geezer Wucang. He was a genuine Ascendant realm expert, not just a wisp of aura.

But since his Chaos Power naturally countered these things, Ye Chuan wasn't afraid.

Whatever. Profound Sky Continent, launch!

...

...

The next second, blinding sunlight fell on his face, and the panicked voices from the streets of Black Crystal City echoed in his ears.

"Playing tricks!"

Ye Chuan was still standing in the void. Opposite him in mid-air hovered Master Wucang, dressed in a Daoist robe.

Faint Parasol Tree Holy Fire lingered around him, and he still maintained the posture of raising his hand to scold Ye Chuan from when Ye Chuan last left.

As soon as time started flowing again, Master Wucang's movements froze.

His ancient eyes, which had lived for tens of thousands of years, locked onto Ye Chuan. His brows instantly furrowed into a tight knot. The scolding that had reached his lips was swallowed back, replaced by a lingering sense of dissonance.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

The young man before him clearly had the same face, and his cultivation fluctuations seemed no different from before, but the feeling he gave off had turned completely upside down.

How much time had passed? It had clearly only been an instant.

In Wucang's eyes, it was as if everything about the other party had changed.

Yes, even his clothes had changed.

All in the span of a single breath.

He was clearly right in front of him, yet he felt as far away as the horizon. Even his divine sense couldn't lock onto him.

"Junior." The Parasol Tree Holy Fire around Master Wucang retracted slightly. His old eyes stared intently at him, his tone filled with deep vigilance and doubt.

"What exactly did you do?"

"It was only an instant, so why has your aura become so bizarre?"

"Did what?" Ye Chuan smiled, his tone casual.

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"I've been right here the whole time, doing nothing."

I just logged off, ate a meal, and played a multiplayer game, that's all.

Master Wucang coldly snorted in his heart, suppressing that trace of inexplicable dread. The Parasol Tree Holy Fire around him instantly surged. The golden-red flames immediately swept across the entire plaza, causing the surrounding cultivators to retreat hastily, terrified of being burned by the holy fire.

"You trickster junior!" Master Wucang scolded harshly. "Let me see exactly what kind of tricks you are playing!"

Before his voice even faded, he moved.

The coercion of the Ascendant realm erupted with a boom, crashing down toward Ye Chuan like Mount Tai. The ground of Black Crystal City trembled slightly. The surrounding cultivators with lower cultivation bases were directly forced to their knees, unable to even lift their heads.

But Ye Chuan stood in place without even shifting his feet. That coercion, which was enough to crush a peak Mahayana realm cultivator, landed on him like a gentle breeze brushing over a lake, failing to stir even a single ripple.

Just as Master Wucang's palm, carrying the Parasol Tree Holy Fire, was about to strike Ye Chuan's face, Ye Chuan finally raised his hand.

"Old geezer, since you want to see so badly, I'll find a suitable place for us to have some real fun."

As his words fell, boundless black chaos mist surged out from his body, sweeping across the entire world like a tidal wave.

Master Wucang's vision suddenly went black. The surrounding sunlight, voices, and everything in Black Crystal City vanished without a trace in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a boundless space of chaos.

Above, below, left, and right, there was nothing but churning black chaos mist. There was no sky, no earth, no light, and no sound. Even time and space seemed to lose their meaning here.

In this space, there was only a terrifying coercion that reigned above all else, firmly locking onto his divine soul and making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

This was exactly the Chaos Domain that Ye Chuan had constructed using his Chaos Origin.

It was also his new power after breaking through to the Tribulation Crossing realm!

"What the hell is this place?!" Master Wucang's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously circulated the Ascendant realm Dao principles within his body, but the next second, his expression turned even uglier.

He discovered that his connection with the Parasol Tree Origin Dao principles of the Profound Sky Continent had been completely severed!

Not only that, but within this Chaos Domain, there seemed to be an invisible force firmly suppressing the circulation of spiritual energy in his body.

This was an absolute anti-magic domain. It didn't just seal spiritual energy; even the laws of heaven and earth were completely sealed and crushed!

Furthermore, Ye Chuan had added cognitive contamination into it, pushing the negative debuffs to the absolute limit.

"What kind of domain is this?! I am a mighty Ascendant realm expert who comprehended the Parasol Tree Origin Dao principles long ago! How could a mere junior like you possibly seal my Dao principles?!"

He had lived for tens of thousands of years, traveled all over the Profound Sky Continent, and seen countless geniuses and mighty figures, yet he had never seen such a bizarre domain!

In this space, he felt like a toothless tiger. He had no place to unleash his heaven-defying abilities!

Ye Chuan's figure slowly emerged from the chaos mist.

"My, my, my. Is the Ascendant realm really that impressive?" Ye Chuan sneered.

"You still think you can make waves inside my Chaos Domain?"

"Here, I am the rules."

Master Wucang was so provoked by these words that his eyes almost split open. In his tens of thousands of years of life, when had he ever been so humiliated by a junior?

"Arrogant brat!!" Master Wucang roared in anger. An extremely dazzling golden-red light erupted from his body.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of your broken domain?! The power of the Ascendant realm is beyond what a junior like you can even imagine!"

He exerted all of his cultivation, pushing his lifelong comprehension of the Parasol Tree Origin Dao principles to the absolute limit. The golden-red holy fire surged madly around him, forcibly carving out a small space of a hundred meters in radius within the boundless Chaos Domain!

In this narrow space, the Parasol Tree Dao principles began to flow once more. The power of the holy fire instantly climbed to its peak, even burning the surrounding chaos mist until it churned slightly!

Ye Chuan paused for a moment.

It seemed the Ascendant realm really was quite fierce.

"Parasol Tree Holy Fire, incinerate the heavens and boil the seas! Obliterate!!"

Master Wucang shouted furiously and waved his hand. The overwhelming golden-red Parasol Tree Holy Fire swept toward Ye Chuan like a tsunami!

This flame was his natal holy fire, capable of burning even heaven and earth. Even an Ascendant realm expert of the same level wouldn't dare take it head-on!

He refused to believe that this mere junior's domain could block his full-force strike, backed by a lifetime of cultivation!

Seeing this, Ye Chuan merely raised his hand indifferently. Looking at the incoming Parasol Tree Holy Fire, he casually spat out a single word:

"Devour."

The moment his voice fell, the black chaos mist in front of him instantly surged, forming a massive, bottomless vortex.

The Parasol Tree Holy Fire, which was enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas, crashed into the vortex like a stone sinking into the ocean. Without even sparking a single ember, it was swallowed completely clean by the black chaos mist, leaving not a single trace of heat behind.

Perfected Wucang watched the scene unfold, his pupils contracting sharply. The raging fury on his face instantly morphed into sheer terror, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze solid.

His all-out strike with his natal sacred flame... had actually been casually swallowed whole by the other party just like that?!