Embarking on the Breakthrough to the Sacred Realm

"Alright, alright. Since you've been trying so hard to please me every day, I'll definitely take good care of you."

Mo Tianxiao was long accustomed to Yun Sangyi's familiar tone.

Yun Sangyi covered her mouth with a light laugh. "As expected of Young Master Mo. Little lady thanks you kindly."

"But seriously, I don't know what the coming calamity will actually entail. My family isn't clear on it either.

If the Yun family can't withstand the disaster, may I take the entire family to the Demon Sect and seek refuge with you?"

Her expression turned a bit serious as she recalled that Huang Xiaoyao and Ao Dalong had both been summoned home by their clan's quasi-emperor elders. That made her worry about the so-called calamity.

If even forces with quasi-emperor cultivators were preparing in advance to fend off disaster, could her Yun family, with its lesser influence, survive that unknown catastrophe?

"My Yun family has one Saint King Realm cultivator and four Saint Realm cultivators. Though not comparable to the Demon Sect, we shouldn't drag you down."

Yun Sangyi didn't intend for the Demon Sect to fully shield the Yun family. The Yun family was strong in its own right, but since the calamity's nature was still unknown, and even the top-tier forces were being so cautious, she wanted to make full preparations and secure alliances for her family in advance.

Mo Tianxiao gave her a serious look. "I didn't expect you to be so filial."

Besides taking good care of her grandmother, she also kept the family's safety close to heart.

"Of course you can. The Yun family isn't weak. In the face of an unknown disaster, banding together is the safest course."

"However, the Western Region is too far from the Demon Sect. If time doesn't permit, you can also seek an alliance with Sister Muxi."

Yun Sangyi nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Of course, everything depended on what they were actually facing. If the so-called calamity was just something from ancient tales meant to scare people, then all this would be unnecessary.

"What are you two talking about? And how did I end up in the conversation?"

At that moment, Zhou Muxi's figure appeared in the courtyard, her face carrying a smile while her eyes showed a hint of exhaustion.

After all, she had just taken over the remnants of the Blood God Sect, and she also had to handle matters involving the Haoran Academy of Righteousness and the Great Zhou Dynasty from time to time. Being a bit tired at the start was only natural.

"Sister Muxi, long time no see. Why does a busy person like you have time to come here?"

Mo Tianxiao looked at her curiously and asked, "Has everything with the Blood God Sect been wrapped up?"

Zhou Muxi smiled lightly. "Yes, I've brought all the remnants of the Blood God Sect under my command. From now on, in the Xuanhuang Realm, there is no more Blood God Sect—only a brand-new assassin organization: Heaven's Kill!"

She cheerfully shared details about her newly established assassin organization and handed each of them a killer token exclusive to Heaven's Kill.

"This is the token symbolizing an elder of Heaven's Kill. So far, you're the only ones who have it."

Without hesitation, they accepted the tokens. This had been discussed beforehand, so there was no need for polite refusals.

Afterward, the group discussed the great calamity and alliances. Zhou Muxi readily agreed.

"To tell the truth, even Father is vague about the so-called calamity. In all his life, the only time he's witnessed someone ascending, he never expected it to be himself.

The more ascendants there are, the more severe the disaster.

According to Father's understanding, this time there might be as many as five ascendants—an unprecedented number in history."

"Five?"

Mo Tianxiao fell into thought. He knew his own master would be among them, as would Senior Su. Besides them, Xiaoyao's father and the top figure of Chaos Sea were also likely candidates.

He had forgotten to check Sister Muxi's father's information earlier, but from her words, he probably was one of them too.

There were also some quasi-emperors hiding in the shadows, nearing their lifespan's end and unwilling to accept their fate. They might seize this chance to make a final struggle.

After chatting for a while and finishing their last meal together, everyone went their separate ways to prepare for what was to come.

Mo Tianxiao, too, vanished from sight and began his journey home.

A hundred years had passed since then. His junior sister had broken through to the Saint Realm; he wondered how the others were faring.

Half a month later, at the border of the Demon Prefecture.

Deep in a desolate mountain range, Mo Tianxiao hastily carved out a simple cave dwelling, planning to break through his cultivation realm before heading back.

[Name: Mo Tianxiao

Cultivation: Tribulation Transcendence Peak

Luck Level: Black

Cultivation Method: Demon Emperor Sutra (Seventh Realm, upgradable)

Artifacts: Nine Calamities Sacred Sword (Sealed), Spirit-Binding Banner (Damaged), Five Elements Bowl (Sacred Artifact)

Side Professions: Sacred-Grade Alchemist (upgradable), Supreme Talisman Master (upgradable), Supreme Array Master (upgradable), Supreme Artifact Forger (upgradable)

Secret Techniques: Immortal Dao Secret Art—Empty Hand, Immortal Dao Secret Art—Yin-Yang Reversal, Grade-Unknown Secret Art—Blood Concealment

Combat Skills: Great Annihilation Fist (True-Level), Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon Steps (True-Level)

Villain Points: 31,679,567

Luck Points: 18,600]

The collaboration with the Floating Cloud Merchant Guild had gone perfectly. Although its momentum waned later on, the profits in the first few decades were enormous.

Only after accumulating 20 million villain points did the plus sign appear beside his cultivation method.

After all, breaking through to the Saint Realm was expensive—he could accept that.

Having left the Demon Sect only a little over a hundred years ago, even Mo Tianxiao himself hadn't expected to reach this point.

If he had stayed obediently in the Demon Sect to cultivate, even with unlimited resources and the time tower's help, based on his understanding of his own talent, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm at best would have been his ceiling.

Cheating with a system was far quicker!

"Breaking through to the Saint Realm requires enduring two heavenly tribulations: the Body Tribulation and the Soul Tribulation. With my talent, it shouldn't bring down too fierce a lightning tribulation, right?"

Mo Tianxiao pondered whether he should prepare even more.

According to the system's forceful infusion, he would directly break through to the peak of the Saint Realm. With peak Saint Realm cultivation, withstanding the heavenly tribulation of an initial Saint Realm cultivator should be more than enough.

Still, he preferred to be overly cautious.

He first spent 10 million villain points to elevate his talisman and array professions to the Saint level, setting aside the breakthrough for now.

He then spent three months forging three full sets of Saint-grade array flags, covering a radius of several hundred li in protective arrays. At the same time, he crafted ten defensive Saint-grade talismans, just in case.

"Good thing I've earned enough spirit stones and resources over the years."

Three complete sets of Saint-grade array flags and ten Saint-grade talismans—for top-tier forces, this would likely be a major expenditure. But for Mo Tianxiao, it was still within acceptable limits.

After all, the power of crowdfunding was amazing. Having worked hard for so many years, his pockets were already unimaginably deep. He had no fewer than a hundred spatial rings by now.

The people's idol—that's what they called him...

With everything prepared, Mo Tianxiao sat cross-legged at the center of the arrays, floating in midair as he regulated his breath.

After taking a deep breath, his mind stirred. "Go all in!"

Twenty million villain points vanished in an instant. In that very moment, holy origin power—something far surpassing spiritual energy—crashed into his body like a burst dam, violently rushing through his limbs and bones, filling him to the brim...