Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

They flew for about half a day.

In the distance, where the sea meets the sky, a dark shadow faintly emerges.

They swept closer and closer.

The dark figure gradually became clearer.

A majestic city rises from the ground, nestled against the deep blue sea.

The city walls are towering, and the buildings stand in rows, reaching all the way into the clouds.

Tian Shu Star City.

Su Chen's gaze, however, went beyond the entire magnificent city.

It landed straight down on the highest point of the city.

That high place.

It was originally a tall tower of the Starry Sky Dao Sect.

The tower is gone now.

In its place was a vast and magnificent temple.

Su Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

That temple, I don't know how it was built.

Cloud platforms, each shimmering with iridescent light, rise one after another, reaching straight into the sky.

At the very center was a huge palace.

The palace's eaves and brackets were entwined with faint, ethereal laws of power.

They were far away.

Su Chen could feel the aura of looking down on all living beings emanating from that dojo.

Is this the place where Master Hongfu performs her rituals?

As expected of a combined powerhouse.

This grandeur is probably unmatched by all the sects combined on the entire Xuanhuang Continent.

A cultivator at the Refinement stage can create a small world and establish their own Daoist temple.

Su Chen sensed this from Li Ziran's temple.

But to be able to build a dojo like this, which is like a fairyland, with all kinds of laws and powers everywhere.

Yet, it compels any cultivator to look up to it.

...

People came and went beneath the city gate.

Su Chen put away the shield light and followed the crowd into the city.

As soon as we entered the city, the aroma of the spiritual food wafted straight into our noses.

Morning market.

Stalls selling steaming hot spiritual tea and food lined up one after another.

Monks flocked to the early morning market in an endless stream.

It was no different from any other cultivation capital.

just.

Su Chen kept a watchful eye on things.

The city is full of monks.

Anyone who looks up and sees that high place of practice.

There was something indescribable hidden in their eyes.

It is reverence.

It is also worship.

Su Chen casually picked up a spirit fruit from a stall.

That fruit was sour.

"Fellow Daoist."

Su Chen paid for the fruit with spirit stones and casually struck up a conversation with the stall owner.

"This Tian Shu Star City seems to be more peaceful now than before."

The old cultivator selling fruit was a Golden Core cultivator.

Upon hearing this, I chuckled.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from out of town?"

The old monk lowered his voice and pointed to the high place.

"Ever since Master Hongfu took charge of this city."

"The demons of the outer sea, those demonic cultivators."

"Who would dare to come?"

"Those siren who used to attack every few days."

"Now, not even a shadow can be seen."

As the old monk spoke, the wrinkles on his face blossomed into a wide smile.

"We are just ordinary monks."

"Nowadays, you don't have to risk your life to go out and gather medicinal herbs."

"Her old lady."

"That is the supreme existence of our human cultivators, restoring the glory of human cultivators!"

Su Chen nodded, biting into the fruit.

That person who regarded the entire Xuanhuang Continent as dust.

Now, it has become the anchor of hope in the hearts of all the cultivators in the city.

Su Chen thought about it and found it somewhat amusing.

One fruit was eaten.

Su Chen lifted his foot, about to walk towards the dojo.

A commotion came from the other end of the street corner.

It was a quiet alley.

At the entrance of the alley, there were piles of unwanted junk.

Several streaks of light, one after the other, were locked in fierce combat.

The one that ran away first.

He wore a faded blue robe.

The hem of the robe was also torn in a large piece.

The cultivator was tall and thin, with a sharply defined face, but he looked quite disheveled at the moment.

Following behind were four or five guys dressed as rogue cultivators.

"The one surnamed Wang!"

"Hand over that Qi Gathering Pill!"

"Hand it over, and I'll spare your life!"

The green-robed cultivator who was leading the escape kept looking back as he ran.

"Hmph."

"You want my stuff?"

"First, get past the sword in my hand!"

Su Chen stopped in his tracks.

That sound.

The way he speaks.

Su Chen was stunned for a moment.

...

The green-robed cultivator swung his sword backhand.

A sword light that wasn't particularly dazzling slashed back the rogue cultivator who was chasing in the lead.

But he was ultimately outnumbered.

It was clear that the others were about to surround him.

Su Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the face of the green-robed cultivator.

Hey.

It really was him.

Wang Mang!!!

It's been a while since I've seen this guy.

Su Chen was somewhat surprised by this.

Back then, at the Luoyun Sect in Qingzhou.

Wang Mang was a prodigy of the Luoyun Sect.

A man of unyielding pride.

I don't know how, but later I arrived at the Xuanhuang Continent.

This kid then plunged headlong into Tian Shu Star City.

He absolutely refused to associate with me.

I thought this guy would at least reach the Nascent Soul stage.

How do I reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

...

"Gathering Essence Pill?"

Su Chen remembered it too.

This Gathering Essence Pill can increase the chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

For a cultivator like him, it was nothing.

But for rogue cultivators like Wang Mang who were stuck at the Nascent Soul stage...

That is a priceless treasure.

No wonder these rogue cultivators were chasing so fiercely.

Su Chen didn't rush to make a move.

He stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the pile of junk at the alley entrance, watching.

Let's see how much this guy's skills have improved.

Wang Mang cleaved through an incoming magical weapon with a single sword stroke.

The magical artifact was a copper bell. When it was swept by the sword light, it clattered to the ground and continued to spin.

"Hey Wang, don't be so stubborn!"

Among those rogue cultivators, the fat man who was in charge wiped the sweat from his face.

"The five of us are all in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"What are you trying to prove by yourself?"

Wang Mang was panting heavily.

The back of the green robe had been torn in several places by the sword energy and the person.

But this kid is still stubborn.

"Five?"

"Hmph."

"Five more, please."

"I can still chop off your heads."

Su Chen, standing to the side, shook his head as he listened.

That temper.

So many years have passed.

Not a single change was made.

Seeing this, the fat man became enraged and threw a blood-red throwing knife towards Wang Mang's crown.

The throwing knife had a fishy smell.

Su Chen then slowly shifted his body.

A wisp of crimson lightning shot out from his fingertip.

The lightning bolt was so fast it disappeared without a trace.

With a hissing sound.

The blood-red throwing knife turned into a spray of molten iron in mid-air.

The five rogue cultivators all shuddered.

The fat man's face turned pale instantly.

He then realized that there was someone else at the alley entrance.

But that ray of lightning just now...

The fat man had lived for so many years, yet he still couldn't see how the attack was made.

"Which...which senior?"

The fat man swallowed hard.

Su Chen ignored him.

He merely raised his eyelids and glanced at the five people.

Just one glance.

Those five late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators felt as if the bones in their bodies had suddenly become heavy.

An invisible pressure pressed down on them so much that they couldn't even straighten their backs.

...