Fights Break Sphere: Purple Thunder Emperor

Chapter 425 Father, Guess Who I Am
In the Eastern Region, vast mountains and rivers rushed past beneath my feet.

Xiao Bai did not choose to take the warship he had come from, or return to the Northern Region of Central State directly through the ancient clan's long-range spatial teleportation array, but instead decided to fly all the way.

After leaving the Heavenly Tomb, he vaguely sensed that this world seemed somewhat different from before.

He slowed down, stepped in mid-air, and carefully sensed his surroundings.

"The energy of heaven and earth... seems to have become more concentrated and active."

He spoke softly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. This change was extremely subtle; if one were not of a profound spiritual level, one would hardly notice it.

What's even more peculiar is that after he left the ancient realm, that self-contained space, he clearly felt that the connection between his soul and the outside world had become closer and clearer, as if an invisible barrier had been quietly weakened.

"Is it because of the dimensional embryo...?"

Xiao Bai seemed to be deep in thought. Last time he entered that dimensional space, he converted a massive amount of chaotic colored energy. At the time, he didn't think much of it, but now it seems that absorbing that energy may have accelerated its recovery process.

This Dou Qi Continent, a powerful plane that once gave birth to Dou Di, seems to be slowly recovering its vitality after a long period of silence.

Whether this change will be a blessing or a curse for the entire continent remains to be seen.

But Xiao Bai could sense that the subtle increase in the concentration of energy in the world and the slight loosening of the cultivation barrier might mean that the prelude to a new era was quietly unfolding.

Just as he was deep in thought, his brows suddenly twitched. His keen soul perception detected a violent energy fluctuation coming from dozens of kilometers to his right, which was mixed with a cold and evil aura and a desperate and angry spiritual cry.

"Ok?"

His gaze narrowed slightly, and a faint light flashed across a vertical line between his brows—in an instant, the scene dozens of kilometers away appeared in his mind as clearly as a painting.

Broken walls and ruins, smoke filled the air, sect banners were torn and trampled, and many corpses lay scattered on the ground.

The remaining disciples gathered together, their faces filled with fear and despair, staring at the dozen or so figures shrouded in black mist ahead.

The elderly man at the head of the group, his robes stained with blood, his chest heaving violently, was shouting in a mixture of shock and anger.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

Xiao Bai murmured to himself, recognizing the mountain gate.

When he came to the Eastern Region, he made quite a grand entrance. At that time, the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Sword Venerable, even came over to greet him.

At this moment, the Sword Master was staring at the dark figure in front of him with bloodshot eyes:
"Soul Palace! You've acted so recklessly in the Eastern Region, wantonly slaughtering sects. Aren't you afraid that the ancient clans will take action and uproot you completely?!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The leader of the Soul Hall Venerables let out a piercing laugh, his voice as unpleasant as an owl's, "Ancient races? My Soul Hall is not afraid of them now. Obediently offer up your soul, and I will leave you with a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this, the Sword Venerable realized that the ancient clans had remained silent, and his last glimmer of hope vanished, leaving only endless despair.

The opposing force was formidable, with two Venerables and over a dozen Dou Zong protectors, making it impossible for the Myriad Swords Pavilion to contend with them.

He gripped his longsword tightly, prepared to perish together with his opponent.

Just as the members of the Soul Palace were preparing to wipe out the Myriad Swords Pavilion in one fell swoop—

The sky, which had been dimmed by the collision of energy, suddenly brightened.

It wasn't a bright, sunny day, but a terrifying flash of lightning, a mix of gold and black, like the wrath of the heavens, tearing through the clouds without warning!
Boom——! ! !
A deafening thunderclap resounded, as if the sky were collapsing!
A vast, ocean-like, and mountain-like pressure suddenly descended, instantly enveloping the entire ruins of the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

Under this oppressive force, whether it was the disciples of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, the protectors of the Soul Palace, or even the Sword Venerable himself, they all felt their souls tremble and their battle qi flowed sluggishly, making it impossible for them to move.

"What is this?!" The leader of the Soul Palace looked up in horror.

The next moment, he watched in disbelief as the terrifying golden and black lightning, like a precise spear of divine punishment, struck directly among the group of Soul Hall members.

"Do not--!!!"

The piercing screams had barely begun when they abruptly ceased.

Where the thunder passed, some people from the Soul Palace didn't even have time to fully scream before their bodies instantly decomposed and vaporized in that destructive energy, leaving not even a trace of ash behind, completely annihilated!
Only two members of the Soul Hall remained in place, their black mist dissipating to reveal their pale and terrified faces.

All of this happened too fast. From the moment the thunder descended to the near annihilation of the Soul Palace, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Sword Master stared in disbelief at the scene before him. His heart, which had been filled with despair, was instantly filled with immense shock and the ecstasy of surviving a calamity.

He certainly recognized the peculiar lightning bolts that intertwined gold and black.

Looking across the entire Dou Qi Continent, the only one who possesses this iconic thunderous power is that young powerhouse who has risen to fame and is now at the height of his power in recent years!
He suppressed his excitement and looked around frantically, but saw no one. Still, he dared not be negligent, and despite his injuries, he respectfully bowed to the sky, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Many thanks to Palace Master Xiao for his righteous act in saving our Myriad Swords Pavilion from dire straits! The Myriad Swords Pavilion will never forget this kindness and virtue!"

There was only deathly silence around them, with the sound of the wind howling, and no one answered.

Just then, a figure appeared without warning in front of the two Soul Hall members who had miraculously survived, like a ghost.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a calm expression, as if he had just strolled over rather than unleashed a thunderous attack.

Upon seeing this person, the Sword Master's heart skipped a beat, confirming his suspicions. He was overwhelmed with excitement.

"Palace Master Xiao!"

Xiao Bai did not look at the Sword Venerable. Instead, his gaze fell on the two Soul Palace Venerables in front of him, and his eyes were slightly strange.

One of the two had boundless fear in his eyes, and his body was trembling.
The other person, though also pale-faced, had a deep, undisguised look of shock and joy in their eyes.

Xiao Bai's gaze finally settled on the black-robed man whose eyes were filled with fear, and a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown appeared on his lips.

"Mu Gu!"

He chuckled softly, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "Pretty quick resurrection!"

The person before him was none other than Venerable Mu Gu, who had been defeated by Xuan Kongzi when he subdued the Three Thousand Burning Flames in the Pill Tower, leaving only a wisp of his soul to escape.

When Venerable Mugu saw Xiao Bai, especially when he sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from the other party, which seemed to be one with heaven and earth, the shock and fear in his heart reached their peak.

"Xiao Xiaobai, how could you..." His voice was hoarse and filled with terror.

How many years has it been?
The young Dou Zong who once needed the protection of the Pill Tower has now grown to such a terrifying level.

That bolt of lightning just now was far more powerful than a Dou Zun!

Xiao Bai shook his head, too lazy to waste any more words with him.

If he hadn't run into this guy by chance today, he wouldn't have bothered to go out of his way to find him. But now that he's come across him, he might as well just get rid of him.

He casually raised his hand and gently patted Mu Gu.

The movement was so casual, as if it were merely brushing away dust from the corner of a garment.

But the next moment, a golden-black lightning bolt, condensed to its extreme, burst forth from his palm, instantly piercing through the void.

"No—the Soul Palace will not let you get away with this!!!"

Mu Gu let out a desperate roar, desperately urging his remaining battle qi in an attempt to resist. However, it was all in vain.

Where the lightning struck, all his defenses crumbled like paper, his body rapidly disintegrated and annihilated in the lightning, and even the fluctuations of his soul completely dissipated into the world.

Xiao Bai slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had done something insignificant, and turned his gaze to another member of the Soul Hall, the one whose eyes held a hint of joy.

He didn't speak, but simply waved his sleeve casually.

A suction force surged forth, causing the black mist surrounding the Soul Palace Venerable to fluctuate violently. Then, the entire person transformed into a wisp of black smoke, which Xiao Bai absorbed into his sleeve and disappeared.

Throughout the entire process, the Venerable One did not resist at all; on the contrary, he cooperated very well.

After doing all this, Xiao Bai turned to look at the Sword Venerable, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded and sweating profusely.

He nodded slightly to the Sword Master as a greeting, without saying anything more.

With a flicker, he vanished from the spot like a ghost, as if he had never been there at all.

Only the Sword Venerable remained, standing there, gazing at the devastated sect and the Soul Hall experts who had vanished without a trace. He let out a long, long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been reborn.

After a long while, he bowed deeply in the direction where Xiao Bai had disappeared.

The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is located on the edge of the Eastern Region, not far from the Northern Region.

In the Northern Region, at the junction of the two realms, atop a desolate mountain peak.

Xiao Bai's figure quietly appeared. He waved his sleeve, and a wisp of black mist surged out, fell to the ground, and slowly condensed into a human figure.

Upon appearing, this person's first reaction wasn't to survey the surroundings, but rather to stare intently at Xiao Bai with an extremely shocked, almost ghost-like gaze, his voice trembling:
"You... what is your cultivation level now?! Dou Zun? Or..."

Xiao Bai's actions in killing Mu Gu and taking him into his sleeve were simply unpredictable and beyond the scope of ordinary Venerables.

Xiao Bai didn't answer his question immediately. Instead, he looked him over and asked calmly:

"Wu Ying, how have you been?"

Upon hearing this greeting, the eagle snapped out of its shock at Xiao Bai's strength and quickly lowered its head, adopting an extremely humble posture.
"Thank you for your concern, Palace Master. The hawk is unharmed."

His heart was already in turmoil, and he dared not be as casual as before. At this moment, Xiao Bai's mere presence here made him feel an immense pressure.

"Has the Soul Palace become so unscrupulous now? They actually dare to extend their reach into the Eastern Region and annihilate a sect like the Myriad Swords Pavilion?"

Xiao Bai voiced his doubts. After all, the Eastern Region was the stronghold of the ancient clans, and the Soul Hall had previously been relatively restrained in its activities there. Such a blatant massacre was extremely rare.

Upon hearing this, the hawk quickly composed itself and respectfully replied:

"Reporting to the Palace Master, this is an order recently issued by the Soul Hall. It requires all branch halls to collect a sufficient number of high-quality soul bodies in the shortest possible time, at all costs. Not only in the Eastern Region, but also in other regions of the Central Continent, and even in some remote corners of the continent, the Soul Hall's activities have become unusually frequent and intense."

Xiao Bai's eyes flickered, and he instantly knew the reason.

In the past, there was a system of checks and balances between the major imperial clans, so everyone could act within the rules. Even the Soul Palace would not go too far and easily break the rules.

However, now that the major imperial clans are tied down by the Soul Clan and have no time to attend to the various parts of the Central Plains, the people of the Soul Palace are as if they have been freed from their shackles and can act without any restraint.

"Soul Clan. Void Devouring Flame"

He knew perfectly well that the Soul Palace was collecting souls most likely to nourish the Void Devouring Flame and help it advance to the Emperor Realm.

After a moment of contemplation, a sense of urgency rose in his heart. He remembered that after Void Devouring Flame advanced to the Emperor Realm, his cultivation also rose to the late stage of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng. If the Soul Clan succeeded, even Gu Yuan would feel immense pressure.

Thinking of this, he tilted his head slightly and looked at the hawk:
"Will you come back to Zixiao Palace with me, or will you stay in the Soul Palace?"

Upon hearing the words "Purple Cloud Palace," the hawk immediately shook its head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

What a joke!
Go to Zixiao Palace?

He knew very well that Yun Shan's disciple, Yun Yun, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, was now one of the ladies of the Zixiao Palace, and it was said that her cultivation had far surpassed his own.

The things he did in the Jia Ma Empire back then almost brought the Yunlan Sect to its doom and indirectly caused Yunshan to nearly perish.

If he goes to Zixiao Palace and Yun Yun recognizes him... he might not even know how he died!

"I still want to stay in the Soul Palace; perhaps I can gather more useful information for the Palace Master!"

Xiao Bai glanced at him, roughly guessing what he was thinking, but didn't say anything, and nodded:
"Alright. Be careful then."

"Yes! Thank you, Palace Master!" Wu Ying felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly bowed in response.

Xiao Bai said no more. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and sped off toward the Wind and Thunder Mountains in the Northern Region, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

The eagle stood still, gazing in the direction Xiao Bai had left. After a long while, it finally looked away, its emotions a complex mix of feelings. It let out a long sigh, and its form transformed into a cloud of black mist, quietly dissipating into the mountains and forests.

Northern Region, Fenglei Mountains.

Six months later, Xiao Bai finally returned to his old haunts.

However, when he stood high in the sky and looked down at the Fenglei Mountain Range below, especially Leishan, where the Zixiao Palace sect was located, he was stunned and almost doubted whether he had come to the wrong place.

The weather at the Fenglei Mountains below was completely different from what it had been six months ago.

Between the mountains, clouds and mist swirl, and the glow of dawn appears and disappears. The rich energy of heaven and earth almost materializes, forming a light mist that envelops the surrounding area.

New palaces and pavilions are built against the mountain, standing side by side, with flying eaves and brackets, their grandeur far surpassing that of the past.

Looking around, the sect's disciples were numerous and their auras were all quite strong, presenting a thriving and prosperous scene.

"This..." Xiao Bai was somewhat taken aback, "I've only been gone for half a year, and the changes are already so great?"

Both the scale of the sect's buildings and the overall concentration of energy far exceeded what he had experienced when he left.

As he gazed intently at his familiar "new home" below...

suddenly--

Below, on the main peak, an extremely subtle, almost seamlessly integrated, multicolored lightning bolt silently shot into the sky.

The lightning bolt was extremely fast, and it seemed to be trying to sneak away from his sight and circle behind him.

Then, a pair of cool, soft little hands gently covered his eyes from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a voice, deliberately lowered but still clear, melodious, and full of charm, rang in his ear:

"Father! Guess who I am?"

“!!” Xiao Bai.

P.S.: I suddenly developed a high fever yesterday. After taking medicine, I lay down and fell asleep. My head is still spinning and I can't muster any energy. Please forgive me, fellow readers!
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