Enough for Now

On Purple Bamboo Peak, faint ripples stirred the sea of clouds.

Xuanyangzi stared blankly at the void. Though it had already calmed, it seemed to still harbor the residual fluctuations of endless destruction. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard with great difficulty.

He slowly turned his head to look at Gu Changge beside him, who was still leisurely sipping tea as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust. His voice carried a trace of an imperceptible tremble: "Changge..."

He paused, his face written with the shock of "I knew you were fierce, but I never expected you to be this fierce."

"Tell your senior brother honestly from the bottom of your heart, just how strong is Little Black?"

He knew Gu Changge was strong, the unfathomable kind of strong.

From being able to produce Emperor Sutras and Dao Comprehension Tea, to casually improving the Patriarch's root bone, and then wiping out the Demon Heaven Sect with a flick of his finger, he had raised his estimation of this junior brother time and time again. He thought he had already speculated in the most "inhuman" direction possible.

But it wasn't until today, witnessing with his own eyes that black bird—which usually squatted lazily on Gu Changge's shoulder napping—reveal its true form that blotted out the sky and sun. With an almost crushing posture, it forced a Supreme Dao Emperor Weapon to self-destruct to prove its resolve, utterly erasing an immortal holy land from the face of the earth.

And Gu Changge hadn't even gone there in person. With just a casual point across the endless void, he had bestowed upon that dying Emperor Weapon the ultimate power to slay a Supreme Being!

This had already exceeded the boundaries of his imagination!

Hearing this, Gu Changge slowly put down the melon seeds in his hand.

He looked up at Xuanyangzi, whose face screamed "tell me quickly so I can die in peace." His gaze was calm, his tone indifferent: "Enough for now."

Xuanyangzi was taken aback. "Enough for now?"

He thought to himself: "What does Changge mean by this? Can it be understood that we can walk sideways in the Xuanhuang Great World from now on?"

Thinking of this, Xuanyangzi's expression eased slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Gu Changge seemed to see through his momentary smugness. His eyes shifted slightly as he said softly, "Senior Brother. This world is far more complex... and far more dangerous than you and I imagine. The restricted zone Supreme Beings and the Godfall Ruins we saw today... are perhaps just the tip of the iceberg."

With this thought, a faint light condensed at Gu Changge's fingertips and quietly transmitted into the void.

He said no more, picking up his teacup again and casting his gaze toward the rolling clouds, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Almost at the exact moment Gu Changge sent his voice transmission, high above the battlefield, the sky-blotting ferocious avian, Little Black, slowly restrained the terrifying aura surrounding its body. Its size gradually shrank to that of an ordinary falcon, yet its world-disdaining majesty did not diminish in the slightest.

Its icy pupils swept over all the prying divine senses and figures below. An indifferent mental fluctuation, akin to a decree of the Heavenly Dao, transmitted clearly into the sea of consciousness of every living being.

"Within a hundred years of age, for struggles among peers, life and death are up to fate. I shall not intervene."

As soon as these words came out, a deathly silence fell over the entire scene.

The eyes of the young cultivators flickered, while the older generation felt a chill in their hearts. The struggles among peers would be completely unhindered, and they absolutely must not cross the line!

Little Black's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a bone-piercing chill sufficient to freeze one's divine soul: "But if anyone dares to dream of bullying the small with the great, relying on strength to oppress the weak!"

It paused, its icy will striking like a heavy hammer against everyone's heart.

"Then, carefully consider the fate of the Glazed Holy Land."

A naked threat of extermination!

No one dared to doubt the authenticity of these words. Even the old monsters lying dormant in the shadows hastily withdrew their divine senses, not daring to make the slightest move.

As its voice faded, Little Black flapped its wings, transforming into a streak of black light that shot straight into the high heavens. It circled above the clouds for a moment, its gaze sweeping over the abyss below, before slowly coming to a halt.

"Within a hundred years of age... are all considered peers?"

In the distance, a cultivator muttered in repetition, his gaze involuntarily turning toward the few young faces at the edge of the abyss who looked absolutely no older than twenty, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Those few... are at most in their early twenties, right? This great demon actually categorized 'peers' up to a hundred years old? What kind of confidence is this!"

Someone gasped.

"Confidence? It's more like absolute crushing power!"

An old man with extensive knowledge said in a deep voice, "How old are they? Yet they can already cross realms to slay the peak Kings of the Glazed Holy Land! With this battle record, looking across the Five Domains, how many within a hundred years of age can achieve this?"

These words awakened the crowd.

Around twenty years old, yet able to battle and even slay peak Kings! What kind of heaven-defying aptitude was this?

For ordinary geniuses, reaching the Cave Heaven Realm at this age would make them monsters! Yet these youths already stood at a height that countless people would find hard to reach even in a hundred years!

For a moment, countless complex, reverent, or jealous gazes were cast toward Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang.

In the Eastern Domain, the contemporary Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the major immortal holy lands and ancient families all fell silent. Compared to them, the halos on their own bodies instantly dimmed.

At the edge of the battlefield, Shi Wanshan looked at the abyss before him, then looked up at the high heavens, bared his teeth, and muttered in a low voice:

"Motherf*cker... truly fierce..."

Immediately after, as if suddenly remembering something, he slapped his thigh fiercely. An expression of extreme heartache appeared on his face as he beat his chest and stomped his feet, sending a voice transmission to the First Patriarch not far away:

"Patriarch! Patriarch, did you see that! So many treasures! Ten thousand years of accumulation of the Glazed Holy Land! Saint Weapons, spirit medicines, cultivation manuals, and even that Saint-grade spirit vein... just like that... all slapped into nothingness with a single palm! Reduced to ashes! My heart, my heart hurts so much! How many disciples could that have nurtured! What a squanderer! Too much of a squanderer!"

Watching a mountain of treasures turn to nothing before his eyes was simply more unbearable than taking a punch.

On the other side, Fatty Wang stared straight at the original site of the Glazed Holy Land, his chubby face deathly pale.

"Trea... treasures? The Glazed Holy Land's treasury... is gone?"

He suddenly remembered something, and his fat face instantly wrinkled into a bitter gourd. He wailed softly with a crying tone:

"It's over, it's over! Your Grandpa Fatty was still thinking that there must be better talisman paper and spirit ink in their holy land's treasury! Right, and that 'Seven Stars Secret Token'! The Glazed Holy Land had one too!!"

He clutched his chest, feeling as if even breathing was difficult. It was a deep-seated heartache over the "waste" originating from the depths of his soul, combined with a massive sense of loss for missing out on unknown treasures.

Xiao Ruobai and the others looked at Fatty Wang's money-grubbing, heartbroken appearance, and then looked at the massive abyss symbolizing destruction and finality. For a moment, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This huge contrast actually diluted the heaviness and terror permeating the air.

The First Patriarch helplessly glanced at Shi Wanshan, who was still beating his chest and stomping his feet, and shook his head. A divine sense transmitted out: "Wanshan, the matter here is concluded. Do not linger, follow me back to the sect."

Only then did Shi Wanshan resentfully quiet down. He took one last lingering look at the abyss, as if he could still see the countless treasures buried within, sighed, and followed the First Patriarch, transforming into a streak of light and departing.

Just as Fatty Wang was still lamenting endlessly over his "losses," a dark light silently fell in front of him, hovering in mid-air. It was a quaint spatial ring, with a glazed luster faintly flowing across its surface, exuding a restrained yet majestic aura.

Fatty Wang was taken aback and caught it subconsciously.

At the same time, an indifferent voice echoed in his mind. It was the departing Little Black: The Glazed Sacred Land's foundation does have a few eye-catching items. You lucked out, little fatty.

Fatty Wang sent his divine sense into the ring, and his chubby face instantly turned from pale to flushed red. He was so excited he almost jumped up!

Inside, there were not only mountains of supreme-grade spirit stones and spirit herbs, but also several glowing magical treasures, along with a massive amount of top-tier talisman paper and spirit ink!

The most conspicuous item was a token made of a material similar to the one in his robe, yet emitting a much more ancient aura—it was none other than the Seven Stars Secret Token kept by the Glazed Sacred Land!

High above the clouds, the already distant Little Black flashed a very faint, almost helpless ripple in its cold, vertical pupils as it muttered to itself.

Having followed these brats for so long, I have actually developed this habit of looting... Whatever, I cannot really let that kid nag me about it for the rest of his life.

Down below, Fatty Wang held the ring, smiling so widely that his eyes were squeezed shut. His previous sorrow was swept clean away. The speed at which his expression changed was truly a sight to behold.

Xiao Ruobai watched this scene and smiled, then his expression turned serious. The turmoil here has temporarily subsided, and it is time for us to return. We need to properly digest the insights from days of continuous battles and consolidate our cultivation.

His gaze then fell upon the excited Fatty Wang, flashing with a barely noticeable trace of hesitation.

Their origins lay in the Purple Bamboo Peak of the Azure Profound Sect. This matter was highly secretive. Now, bringing back this little fatty of unknown origin who was involved in so much trouble...

Right at this moment, a peaceful yet clear voice transmission echoed simultaneously in the depths of his, Fang Hanyu's, and Ling Xi's hearts. It was from Gu Changge:

It is fine. Bring him back with you.

Xiao Ruobai's heart skipped a beat, instantly understanding that his master had his own profound intentions. He hesitated no longer and said to Fatty Wang, Little Fatty, it is not safe to stay here for long. Are you willing to leave with us?

Hearing this, Fatty Wang was pleasantly surprised.

He nodded hastily like a pounding pestle: I am willing, I am willing! Wherever Big Brother, Second Brother, and Third Sister go, I will go!

The group delayed no further, transforming into several streaks of flowing light and quietly departing.