The Ruins of the Demon Heaven Sect

Seeing the two remain silent, Fatty Wang's eyes lit up. He clapped his hands and said, "You guys don't know? Your names are spreading like wildfire right now! I even heard about it when I was in Qingzhou!"

Saying this, he glanced at the ashes on the ground that used to be a King Realm expert and smacked his lips with some regret.

"But then again, it's a bit of a pity to just kill this King like that. If we had kept him alive, we might have been able to interrogate him for some useful information."

Hearing this, Xiao Ruobai raised an eyebrow, his tone unconsciously taking on the cadence his master, Gu Changge, used when instructing them.

"Fatty, when facing an enemy, the biggest taboo is being soft-hearted. If we had left that King with even a sliver of life, he would have either crushed a jade talisman to summon more experts, or unleashed a desperate counterattack before dying. The trouble would only be greater then."

He paused, remembering the words his master often said, and added, "When dealing with enemies, you must absolutely never give them a chance to catch their breath. Otherwise, the ones dying here today would probably be us."

Fang Hanyu nodded gently from the side, his fingertips unconsciously brushing over the scabbard of the Taichu Sword. Someone who could cultivate to the King Realm possessed an unknown number of tricks; leaving him alive truly would have led to endless future troubles.

Fatty Wang scratched the back of his head, a look of sudden realization dawning on his plump face. "You guys really think things through! I was only thinking about gathering intelligence and forgot about the hidden dangers."

"Indeed, the Great Dao of Steadiness is endless!" Fatty Wang sighed in admiration inwardly, quietly etching Xiao Ruobai's words into his heart.

In the future, when fighting others, he absolutely could not think about leaving them alive like today. Either don't make a move, or if you do, make sure the opponent doesn't even have a chance to strike back!

Xiao Ruobai suddenly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over Fatty Wang like lightning, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Speaking of which, Fatty, exactly how many people did they send to hunt you down? They even dispatched a King Realm expert. Just what kind of important item are you hiding on you to make the Blood Fiend Sect mobilize such a massive force?"

Hearing this, the playful smile on Fatty Wang's face instantly vanished, and a rare glint of solemnity and confusion flashed across his small eyes.

Frowning, his chubby hand unconsciously rubbed an inconspicuous storage bag at his waist as he lowered his voice. "To be honest... you two big shots, I also find this whole thing incredibly bizarre."

"I did borrow a few things from that Quasi-Saint Son, but logically speaking, sending a few Celestial Realm experts to hunt me down would be the absolute limit. Yet this time, they actually sent out a King Realm expert. This makes no sense at all!"

He abruptly raised his head, a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes. "Unless... unless that storage ring I casually swiped contains some massive secret they dare not make public!"

The moment this thought arose, Fatty Wang suddenly felt the seemingly ordinary ring at his waist become burning hot.

He originally thought it only contained some spirit stones and magical treasures. Now that he thought about it, it was probably far more than that.

Xiao Ruobai looked up at Little Black circling in the sky, a faint smile curving his lips. "It doesn't matter."

He thought to himself: This is a perfect opportunity to temper ourselves. If we truly cannot match them, we still have Little Black. Worst comes to worst, we can just run away.

Thinking of this, he turned to the fat youth and said, "Never mind that, let's keep moving."

The fat youth opened his mouth, seeming like he had more to say, but catching a glimpse of the fighting spirit burning in the depths of Xiao Ruobai's eyes, he swallowed his words back down and ultimately remained silent.

The three of them transformed into streaks of light and sped away.

In less than half a day, a soul-trembling scene violently crashed into their perception.

Even from hundreds of miles away, an indescribably terrifying pressure washed over them like a physical tsunami!

It was not merely the oppression of spiritual energy, but the lingering resonance of a more fundamental, more exalted power. It was as if it came from the primordial might at the dawn of creation, causing the spiritual energy circulating within the three of them to unconsciously stagnate a few degrees.

"Such a strong Dao Rhyme..." Fatty Wang was the first to click his tongue in awe. "We haven't even reached the place yet, and I already feel like I can't breathe!"

As the distance closed, the sight before them caused the three worldly youths to involuntarily halt their steps, their pupils rapidly shrinking.

In the distant land, a palm-shaped crater, massive beyond imagination, was embedded in the center of the plains like a rift in heaven and earth.

The palm print was not a regular circle, but bore the distinct outlines of five fingers. Its edges were steep as if carved by a knife, and it was bottomless. Looking down, one could only see endless darkness, as if it connected straight to the Nine Netherworlds.

A heart-palpitating aura of destruction emanated from within, yet it was bizarrely mixed with an incredibly pure vitality and purifying power that neared the Source of the Dao.

What was even more shocking was the faint azure halo lingering in the sky above the palm print. The halo seemed thin, but it shrouded the entire crater like a canopy. The pressure and purifying power it exuded made it so that no baleful auras or evil energies dared approach within a hundred miles.

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the unconcealable shock in each other's eyes.

They knew their master's strength far better than Fatty Wang did, but seeing this miracle-like destructive power with their own eyes still left their minds reeling.

'Was this... really created by a single palm strike from Master?'

Stormy waves surged in Xiao Ruobai's heart.

He knew his master was strong, strong enough to flatten the mountain gates of a top-tier demonic sect with a single palm, but to batter the earth into such a state, where even the Dao Rhyme remained to this day to nourish the local cultivators... this had already exceeded the boundaries of his imagination.

However, in stark contrast to this apocalyptic scene, the vast expanse of ruins surrounding the palm print was currently bustling with voices and extraordinary liveliness!

Tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered here. Their cultivation bases ranged from Foundation Establishment and Core Formation to the Purple Mansion and Cave Heaven realms. One could even sense a few obscure auras belonging to the King Realm.

They were not here to mourn or explore; rather, they were treating these ruins as a massive, open-air Dao enlightenment ground!

Most cultivators stayed several miles or even over a dozen miles away from the edge of the palm crater. The pressure here was slightly weaker, and although the Dao Rhyme was faint, it was much easier for low-level cultivators to comprehend.

They sat cross-legged, striving to capture the Dao essence flowing through the air, the spiritual energy around them fluctuating unsteadily.

A minority of cultivators with profound cultivation bases or extraordinary treasures attempted to move closer to the central area.

Some even sat right beneath the vitrified edge of the palm print. With solemn expressions and surging spiritual energy, they were clearly enduring immense pressure while simultaneously attempting to comprehend the core, most concentrated source power of the Dao where destruction and rebirth intertwined.

There were also those sparring and discussing the Dao here, their shouts and cries echoing endlessly.

Many shrewd cultivators also took the opportunity to set up temporary stalls to exchange resources and gather information, virtually forming a small market reliant on this sacred cultivation ground.

Various sounds of discussion, haggling, and the long howls of those achieving breakthroughs in enlightenment mingled together, appearing chaotic yet brimming with vitality.

"My heavens..." Fatty Wang stared dumbfounded, his small eyes widening into perfect circles.

"This, this place... this is even more... more outrageous than the rumors! Was this really created by a human? This is simply divine punishment from the gods!"

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu also drew in a slight breath of cold air. The scene before them truly exceeded all expectations.