Passing through the light screen, the world changed once again.
There was no sun here, yet soft white light stretched endlessly, bathing everything in gentle warmth. It wasn't blinding, only tranquil and comforting.
God Regent Wumeng, Meng Kongchan, had already released Yun Che. The young man now flew on his own.
Streaks of light followed and settled a hundred meters behind them. As their divine radiance faded, the figures of Dreamweaver's divine sons, vice palace masters, and elite juniors emerged.
Before them lay a vast circular divine arena, spanning hundreds of thousands of meters. It was constructed entirely from a rare, dense material known as Ancient Godstone. The central section was level, though dotted with irregularly shaped peaks that formed a diverse topography from all directions.
At its edge stood towering mountains thousands of meters tall, blanketed in ten-thousand-year-old spiritual trees. Pine and broadleaf mingled, with rare beasts roaming between them. Yun Che almost mistook the scene for one of the lower realms within the God Realm.
This breathtaking place was unique to the Abyss. It originated from a personal world carried by a true god skilled in spatial power who fell into the Abyss during ancient times. When he was consumed by abyssal dust, his soul perished, leaving behind this pocket world. The Abyss Emperor claimed it, transplanted it into this space, and over millions of years, nurtured it into the sanctuary they now beheld.
Between the central plains and the mountain border stood barriers forged by divine power. For a million miles in all directions, the scenery remained lush and untouched, dotted with vibrant floral seas.
Looking to the sky—
Seven floating divine platforms hovered in the air. Each differed in shape and design, but all held a high throne at their center. One was unique, with two thrones instead of one.
Each throne and platform was inscribed with sacred symbols and markings. From left to right, they bore the sigils of the six Divine Kingdoms and the Dragon Clan: Boundless, Heaven Breaker, Star Moon, Dreamweaver, Eternal Night, Owl Butterfly, and the dragons.
These seven formed an arc around a central imperial throne carved from ancient jade stone. Simple yet majestic, it hovered like a sun over the entire arena.
Standing beside it was a middle-aged man in gray robes, adorned with black motifs. He stood with his hands behind his back, calm and solemn, divine light glowing in his eyes. His presence alone demanded awe.
This was the Grand Priest: Great Wilderness.
Below the imperial throne floated three smaller stone platforms arranged in a triangle. Roughly ten meters wide, each bore a pale throne. Compared to the seven divine platforms above, these were tiny, even cute.
Yet no one dared look down on them.
These were the seats of the three God Regents: Wan Dao, Ling Xian, and Six Laughs.
Seven divine platforms. Three regent seats. One imperial throne in the southern sky.
This was the Divine Soul Hall.
Yun Che followed Meng Kongchan to the Dreamweaver platform. Meng Kongchan took his seat on the throne, and Yun Che stood beside him.
Behind them stood Meng Jianxi, calm and unbothered by the position that once belonged to him.
The others from Dreamweaver assumed their places.
By the imperial throne, Great Wilderness turned his eyes toward them. Slowly, he narrowed his gaze...
Whoosh, whoosh—
Light curtains opened. The other kingdoms arrived in turn, their leaders ascending their divine platforms.
From Heaven Breaker Kingdom—
Hua Caili emerged, her eyes drifting briefly to Dreamweaver's platform. She spotted Yun Che, then quickly looked away and joined her father, God Regent Hua Fuchen, upon Heaven Breaker's platform. Yet her gaze occasionally wandered back.
The Dragon Clan arrived. Their leader, a peak Divine Extinction Realm Dragon Lord, wore a somber robe. At his side was a younger dragon, a late Divine Master, whose face clearly betrayed his spoiled nature.
"That must be Long Wangchu... the one Meng Jianxi told me about."
Yun Che narrowed his eyes with distaste and looked past him, scanning the procession for a particular figure.
He didn't want to look at Long Wangchu any longer than he had to.
Would Long Xi be among them?
One breath…
Three…
Ten…
Finally, after over eighty members of the Dragon Clan arrived, a woman in gray and white robes stepped out. Her face bore twin scars, her expression cold and distant.
The moment Yun Che saw her, the corner of his lips curled in a subtle smile—
But within his heart, pain bloomed like a jagged blade, tearing through flesh and soul.
My daughter...
"Hiss—"
Next to him, Meng Jianxi gasped. "That must be Long Xi, the outsider. For her status to earn her a place here... astonishing. And those scars… did she really give them to herself?"
Each word stabbed Yun Che's heart like a dagger.
He took a deep breath to steady himself and extended his spiritual senses toward the Dragon Clan.
His brows furrowed tightly.
Long Xi's aura had reached the Divine Extinction Realm. But… her blood essence seemed even more depleted than it had been.
She had just broken through. It should have restored and purified her blood. Why then...
Yun Che's eyes grew dark. He stared at Long Wangchu.
A trace of familiar energy clung to him.
Then he remembered.
A report Meng Jianxi had shared:
"Dragon bloodlines are slow to grow. The current heir, Long Wangchu, only broke into the Divine Master Realm after sixty years despite receiving the best resources. Then, curiously, he advanced rapidly in the last decade. Some say a hidden talent awakened."
Awakened?
What a joke.
Yun Che's gaze turned bloodthirsty. His nails dug into his palms.
If Long Xi had called him father, he would have given her the world.
If anyone hurt her, he would slaughter their clan.
But now—
They drained her blood… to strengthen a failure like Long Wangchu.
The Dragon Clan...
No.
Not yet.
He couldn't lose control.
Not now.
He clenched his jaw so hard it nearly broke.
"Your heart… why is it so disturbed?"
A soft divine voice echoed within his soul. Lí Suō's light profound energy rippled gently, calming him.
It was the first time she had seen Yun Che lose control like this.
"I'm fine," he replied slowly. "...Thank you."
"No thanks needed. Not from you."
Yun Che said no more. He just stared.
At the Dragon Clan's platform.
At Long Wangchu.
At the Dragon Lord.
At their entire clan.
That repulsive, disgraceful brood...
It won't take long.
In this world beneath the Abyss...
I will make sure the Dragon Clan—
Is the first to vanish completely.