Huang moved with incredible speed, whooshing upward as the stone steps beneath his feet rapidly retreated beneath him.
“He’s actually chasing down an envoy from the Immortal Domain—this is madness!” On the Bronze Sparrow Altar, the crowd was dumbfounded.
“Are those two old men the rulers of the Void God Realm—the Controllers?” someone gasped in shock.
The two elders had stepped forward, trying to coax Shi Hao back with kind words, but instead, they found themselves being dragged along as he charged up the steps. Clinging to his arms like koalas, they were practically floating in the air from the sheer speed.
“Someone pinch me—am I hallucinating?” Princess Yao Yue murmured, utterly bewildered. The Controllers of the Void God Realm were actually trying to stop him, yet Huang remained relentless, chasing down his prey with such ferocity that it was both awe-inspiring and darkly amusing.
Above, the envoy from the Void God Realm was in a pitiful state—his purple-gold crown shattered, hair disheveled, fleeing in panic with blood staining his robes.
A dignified envoy from the Immortal Domain, representing the will of that realm, had been reduced to such a sorry state. Huang’s savagery was both shocking and absurdly comical.
Like a bolt of lightning, Huang surged forward, roaring like a primal hunter, wild and unrestrained. The envoy’s young companions paled in terror, their lips trembling.
“Barbarian! How can such a savage exist in the lower realm?!” one of them stammered.
**Boom!**
Finally, the envoy reached the Bronze Sparrow Altar, only to find another group of youths there. He hesitated for a split second before continuing his desperate escape, his once-elegant robes now tattered and bloodstained.
The once-composed, refined envoy had lost all dignity, fleeing like a rabbit from a rabid dog.
“Pfft!” The fearless Heavenly Horned Ant couldn’t help but laugh. Having clashed with the Immortal Domain’s people before, he found the scene immensely satisfying.
“Truly… the Great Menace of the lower realm! Chasing the envoy like a terrified rabbit while his juniors scurry away like frightened mice.”
True to form, the descendant of the Ten Fiends spoke bluntly, his words rough and unfiltered—no doubt influenced by his time with Cao Yusheng.
The envoy, overhearing, seethed but had no time to retaliate.
“Who closed the gate?!”
Near the Spirit World’s entrance, the envoy’s heart sank when he saw the gate sealed shut. He staggered, nearly collapsing in fury.
“Old rabbit, stop running!” Shi Hao bellowed from behind, his murderous aura overwhelming.
The crowd sighed—this was so like him.
Consistent, unhinged, and utterly unpredictable.
“Brother, don’t run! The gate’s closed!” Cao Yusheng helpfully called out to the fleeing youths.
They glared at him before realizing the truth—their faces drained of color, two even collapsing to the ground in exhaustion and terror.
The female cultivators, though standing, were equally pale. They turned to see the menace closing in.
“Fellow Daoist, let’s talk this out—there must be a misunderstanding!” the envoy forced a smile, wiping blood and sweat from his face.
Grace and composure? Long forgotten.
“Misunderstanding? Try my demon fist first!” Huang lunged, his punch shaking the heavens.
Still hanging from his arms, Bird Grandpa and Fine Jade Grandpa swayed with each strike, still pleading for mercy.
**Boom!**
The envoy crashed into the Spirit World’s gate, blood trickling from his lips.
“Still want this?” Huang sneered, holding up a miniature bronze palace radiating oppressive might.
“All under heaven belongs to the Immortal Domain? You dare claim the lower realm as yours? Take it now if you dare!”
The crowd finally understood—Huang had been provoked by the envoy’s arrogance, declaring dominion over the lower realm.
Though, knowing him, he was likely just looking for an excuse to cause trouble.
“Stop this!” the two elders begged.
The envoy hastily apologized, claiming no disrespect was intended.
“And you lot—looking down on us as savages, treating the Void God Realm as some backwater?” Huang jabbed his finger at the youths, making them flinch.
No one resisted—they’d learned their lesson.
“Apologize!” the envoy barked.
The youths mumbled weak apologies.
“Compensation!” Huang demanded, baring his fangs.
The Immortal Domain group seethed—the bronze palace wasn’t even his!
But they had no choice.
“Give him whatever he wants. He’s descended from the Chaos Ape lineage—once enraged, even an Immortal King wouldn’t stop him,” Bird Grandpa warned.
The envoy paled. “The Chaos Apes? They exist in the lower realm?!”
With trembling hands, he emptied his treasures.
“One monkey, that powerful?” Cao Yusheng muttered.
“Rumor says they toppled ancient sects,” the Heavenly Horned Ant whispered.
Once the gate reopened, the envoy fled without looking back, his juniors vanishing just as quickly.
“Farewell!”
Huang strode away, laden with loot.
Yue Chan, Cao Yusheng, and Princess Yao Yue watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.
“Is this the end of Huang’s era?” someone murmured.
“He doesn’t seem to care.”
“Yue Chan, are you planning to bear his children?”
“…”
They stepped into the Spirit World.
Below, Huang asked the elders, “Will that swamp really make me a Supreme?”
“If you endure, you’ll dominate the world!”
“Good!”
—
**BOOM!**
That day, a cataclysmic thunderclap shook the upper realm.
Above the Demon Island, the Immortal Tomb split open like a ruptured universe, a passageway spewing immortal essence.
Elsewhere, in an ancient ruin, fissures tore through reality, revealing a distant path where cold, indifferent figures stood, their presence shaking the heavens.
Similar scenes unfolded across the realms—banners of conquest unfurling, as if from across time itself.
They felt both infinitely distant and eerily close—an omen of upheaval.
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