After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Within his dantian, the [Burning Heaven Sword Intent], which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly became incredibly violent.

It leaped wildly, wanting to burst forth and rush toward that distant call.

Rather than being ferocious, it was more like it was feeling 'joy'!

"Come to me now!"

As Xu Ze's call fell, this peerless divine weapon shot straight into the sky, piercing the heavens.

It seemed that it had been waiting for itself for far too long, and the loneliness and solitude of ten thousand years had transformed into the joy of this long-awaited reunion.

"Clang—!"

The buzzing emitted by the flying sword was not a sound, but a vibration that directly resonated at the level of the rules of heaven and earth.

As a result, all living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles in the entire desolate domain, regardless of their strength, felt something in that instant and looked in a certain direction with fear.

Deep within the valley.

As the sword light suddenly contracted, it erupted with a dazzling brilliance that tore through the heavens and earth.

A strong, muscular man emerged from the terrifying flames.

"Heaven is the furnace, and creation is the craftsman."

"Yin and Yang are like charcoal, and all things are like copper."

"I did it."

At this moment, Cheng Hao's muscles were bulging, and his bronze skin was covered with beads of sweat and burn marks.

But he seemed oblivious, merely watching the flying sword bathed in flames disappear into the distance, too excited to contain himself.

He seemed to see his masterpiece, the pinnacle of his weapon-forging career, and he also seemed to see the scene of Xu Ze wielding his sword and soaring to the heavens.

"So, only the last link remains..."

Cheng Hao nodded in satisfaction, and then without hesitation, walked back into the fiery core of the volcano, letting the lava flow over his body.

His eyes blazed with an unprecedented brilliance, his voice resounding across the land, piercing the clouds, echoing across the desolate wilderness, and even faintly reaching further reaches of the heavens and earth:

"Brother, you have to win this time!"

……

The Immortal Continent of the Central Plains.

This realm is the core where the human race's fortune converges; it is vast and boundless, teeming with spiritual energy.

A colossal structure, passed down for millennia, stands atop it, ruling over hundreds of millions of miles of land, where immortals and mortals coexist, its power overwhelming all directions.

It was known to the world as the 'Great Xuan Dynasty'.

"It's finally here, finally..."

As the sword intent soared into the sky in the distance, the murky clouds that had been hanging over the desolate region for years were split in two.

The woman, dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a phoenix crown, stood up from the dragon throne.

Her skin was like the finest white jade, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch, and her eyes and brows seemed to hold the most captivating charm in the world.

"I can't hold back any longer... I really can't hold back any longer!"

Empress Dowager Mu Yan's face flushed with excitement, her breathing suddenly became rapid, and even though she tightly hugged her chest, she could not suppress her emotions.

Her enormous, delicate body, with its exaggeratedly rounded shape, was trembling violently.

At this moment, this peerless beauty, renowned for her stunning looks and iron fist, lost her usual composure and majesty.

"This time, I'm determined to keep you by my side, never to be separated from you..."

It took the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Mu Yan finally managed to calm down.

However, her inner clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin and outlining her even more alluring curves.

She walked to the mirror and stared intently at the gradually calming strange phenomenon in it, as if her entire soul resided within it.

Just as she was instructing the palace maids to make arrangements for her to go for a bath.

"What's the matter?"

Mu Yan's expression suddenly turned cold.

Once again, the figure dressed in black appeared silently to the side like a ghost, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty."

"His Highness the Fourth Prince has recently been in secret contact with the owner of 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion' on several occasions, exchanging some information."

"Not only that, Your Highness seems to be planning to hold a grand celebration in the capital to 'make friends through martial arts,' inviting cultivators from all directions. Ostensibly, this is to promote the national spirit of our Great Xuan Dynasty that values ​​strength, but in reality, it is to secretly win over talents from all over the country and expand your influence."

"I believe that hastily summoning so many cultivators, a motley crew, might... affect the stability of the capital."

The man in black robes exuded a powerful aura, clearly having entered the terrifying realm of 'transcending tribulation,' yet he acted as humble as a servant to the beautiful woman before him.

His tone was calm, and he showed little reverence when mentioning the "Fourth Prince".

Because deep within this imperial city, the true master is only the one on the dragon throne.

"Let him make a fuss. I don't have time to deal with him these days."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yan didn't even turn her head. She simply waved her fair hand casually, completely disregarding these matters.

No matter how much trouble Sun Wukong causes, how can he escape the Buddha's palm?

Moreover, this fourth prince is only the nominal heir...

Whenever Mu Yan wanted, she could make him fall from grace and be replaced with someone more obedient.

Now, all she could think about was the 'anticipation' for the young man's arrival.

"Furthermore, it might not be a bad thing to make the capital more prosperous and lively."

Mu Yan paced back and forth in the main hall, the heavy fruits bobbing up and down, a smile with a hint of reminiscence and doting on her lips.

"He likes it when there are lots of people."

As if she had imagined something amusing, the smile in her eyes deepened.

"By the way, how is that girl?"

A moment later, she turned her head again, and her stunning profile was breathtakingly beautiful under the palace lanterns, with her long eyelashes casting alluring shadows.

The man in black robes remained bowed, his head lowered, his gaze fixed only on the ground, not daring to presume to appreciate the unintentional charm of the stunning beauty before him.

"Reporting to the Empress Dowager, the Ninth Princess is still crying and shouting that she wants to hang herself. She refuses to eat and keeps repeating things like 'Let me out'..."

"Heh, then let her go hungry."

Mu Yan chuckled lightly, her voice laced with cold mockery:

"They're already at the Nascent Soul stage, they won't starve."

But soon, she changed the subject, a playful glint in her beautiful eyes:

“No…you should tell her that in just a few days, the person she longs for most will be coming to our Central Continent.”

"If you don't want to see her, I'll keep her locked up forever."

"Of course, if she can eat obediently without crying or fussing, I can consider 'sharing' her a little."

She spoke the last few words very softly, with an indescribable quality to them.

Upon hearing this...

The man in black robes trembled almost imperceptibly, and his head drooped even lower.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will go and convey the Empress Dowager's decree immediately."

After speaking, he remained bowed and retreated step by step until his figure completely blended into the shadows and disappeared.

Silence returned to the main hall.

a long time.

Mu Yan then withdrew her gaze from the distant sky, and that infatuated and determined smile reappeared on her face.

She moved slowly toward the luxurious passageway behind the palace leading to her bedchamber, her heavy breasts swaying gently with each step.

Before long, the palace maid had prepared hot water for the bath.

Flowers floated in the huge pool.

That enormous, evocative figure, submerged in the water, murmured to itself, its voice as soft and sweet as honey:

"That kid always says there's a word in that world, what's it called again?"

“Yes, yes, 'the desire to share'…”

She raised her delicate hand, gently cupping her burning cheeks, her eyes sparkling with allure, and chuckled softly:

"Oh dear, how generous of me!"

……

Beiju Luzhou.

The sword, its blade shimmering with starlight-like fragments, sliced ​​through the sky.

All the cultivators were shaken to their core by this terrifying power.

They all looked in awe towards the direction of the Xuanling Sect.

"It's the Xuanling Sect?!"

"Sect Leader Xu! It must be Sect Leader Xu!"

"Such sword intent... Could it be that Sect Master Xu has successfully forged his natal flying sword?!"

"Heaven bless the Northern Continent! How could such a sword immortal be born in our Northern Continent!"

"Quickly! Prepare gifts! We will go to the Xuanling Sect to offer our congratulations immediately!"

……

at this time.