Purple mists surged from the east as lightning crisscrossed the sky, engulfing the entire Central Heavenly Palace in a dazzling display of thunder. Were it not for the divine protective arrays, even the grandest of palaces would have been reduced to ashes. Golden glyphs flowed like liquid, neutralizing the storm of lightning before it could take form.
Inside the grand hall, Shi Hao stood charred black, resembling a piece of charcoal. He had been studying the Lion-Dragon’s Treasure Spell, manipulating the lightning ranked among the most devastating offensive powers, which had resulted in wild arcs of electricity dancing around him. This was the supreme technique of a true Heavenly-ranked ancient dire beast, the very divine art that safeguarded the Stone Nation—far surpassing any inherited methods he had acquired before.
Over the past days, he had made astonishing progress in his research, yet true mastery still required time and accumulation. The Heavenly Palace was the perfect place for cultivation—not only was the spiritual energy abundant, but the divine arrays ensured he could experiment freely without fear of destruction.
*Crack!*
His bones resonated as the charred skin sloughed off his body. At his current level of strength, recovering from external injuries was effortless. Moreover, the palace housed a spiritual pool, its rejuvenating waters gurgling softly, immensely beneficial to the body. Shi Hao rinsed himself in the sacred spring, donned fresh robes, and sat in meditation once more, contemplating the mysteries of the Thunder Dao.
“The spring thunder approaches. I must ascend into the clouds to truly comprehend the natural thunder of heaven and earth—only then can I fully grasp the Lion-Dragon’s Treasure Spell,” he murmured to himself.
At the same time, he sought a great opportunity. Within the tempestuous lightning lay not only destructive power but also vibrant vitality—the legendary Thunder Tribulation Liquid, a treasure beyond measure. Back in the Sky Mending Sect, a single drop had been hailed as a priceless marvel. Yet within the storm, entire pools of it could manifest. Obtaining it would cleanse his flesh and elevate his cultivation to untold heights.
But such treasures were rare and elusive. Even the mightiest cultivators struggled to acquire them, for the thunder’s fury would escalate in response.
As he concluded his training, Yue Chan entered, her snow-white robes pristine, her beauty ethereal as if stepped out of a painting. She carried a jade tray bearing a cup of fragrant tea. Had outsiders witnessed the Sky Mending Sect’s fairy serving a man like this, they would have deemed it madness—too fantastical to be real.
The Enchantress had departed days ago, sensing an impending upheaval in the world, and had gone to prepare.
Yue Chan offered a pure white towel for Shi Hao to wipe his face, standing obediently by his side like a dutiful maid. Yet beneath her compliance lay unyielding pride. As his captive, resistance would only invite greater suffering.
After sipping the tea, Shi Hao set the translucent jade cup aside and smirked at the peerless beauty beside him. “Staying by my side—are you hoping to obtain the Kun Peng Art?”
Her celestial eyes flickered, lips parting to speak—until a sharp cry escaped her.
*Smack!*
A shameless hand had landed on her plump, upturned rear, lingering there. The indignity flushed her cheeks crimson. Had the world witnessed this, jaws would have dropped—never before had the fairy been so defiled.
She swatted at the offending hand, her body burning with a mix of pain and tingling numbness—a sensation utterly unbefitting a fairy.
Shi Hao didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, his eyes gleamed as two radiant beams shot into Yue Chan’s brow. He had deliberately startled her, seizing the moment to probe her mind.
Caught off guard, Yue Chan’s consciousness wavered, allowing him entry. Her divine will was formidable, not easily subdued, yet Shi Hao breached her defenses.
The fairy’s sea of consciousness was a forbidden realm, harboring secrets that could shake the world—her origins, the Sky Mending Art, the True Dragon Treasure Spell. Any leak would send shockwaves across the land.
“Success?” Shi Hao marveled at his unexpected triumph.
But then he stiffened. Ahead loomed a pair of colossal golden gates, tightly shut and impregnable—the true sanctum of her mind.
“Golden gates… infused with divine aura?” Shock gripped him. A sacred, indomitable force guarded this place.
He pushed against the gates with all his might. They trembled but held firm.
“Open for me!” His spiritual avatar unleashed the Kun Peng Art, striking the gates with overwhelming force.
*Boom!*
A sliver of light escaped as the gates cracked open, releasing a torrent of sacred golden energy.
Danger prickled his instincts. This was her domain—she held every advantage. If he forced his way in, the consequences could be dire.
The power radiating from within was immense, carrying traces of divine essence. Yue Chan was no ordinary fairy—her origins were terrifyingly exalted.
He peered through the gap. In the depths of her golden consciousness, an endless sea stretched beneath an immortal palace. There, seated in meditation, was a woman bathed in divine radiance—her silhouette flawless, her aura transcendent.
Unease twisted in Shi Hao’s gut. He withdrew, allowing the gates to seal shut.
As his spirit returned to his body, Yue Chan snapped out of her daze—only to shriek again, realizing his hand still rested on her rear.
*Smack!*
He gave her another playful slap before stepping back, studying her intently. “You’re full of surprises.”
But he wasn’t afraid. Having a peerless fairy by his side was hardly a bad thing—pleasing to the eye and enriching to the soul.
Yue Chan retreated, her flawless face a storm of emotions. How she longed to trample him underfoot—but for now, she was powerless.
“Yue Chan, time is short. When are we consummating our marriage?” Shi Hao drawled lazily.
Whatever secrets she held, he could handle them. And if their charade became reality—hauling a fairy back to Stone Village would certainly make for a spectacle.
“A goddess dwells in her mind… curious.”
“What are you muttering?” Yue Chan demanded.
“Nothing. Marrying my fairy wife while making goddesses weep. Come, give me a hug.” He spread his arms, grinning.
“I’ll brew more tea!” This time, Yue Chan darted away like a startled cat, her long legs carrying her swiftly out of the palace.
Shi Hao laughed heartily. Teasing a sect’s fairy was far more entertaining than he’d imagined.
*Crack!*
A deafening thunderclap split the heavens, a colossal bolt of lightning tearing through the sky.
“Is the spring thunder here already? Time to perfect the Lion-Dragon’s Treasure Spell. Though it might delay my wedding night…” He sighed.
But something felt wrong. The lightning was too vast, stretching endlessly, filling the firmament.
Had the three sects returned to attack? Unlikely—they’d been silent for days.
Just then, the little pagoda—gone for days scouting the wasteland—returned through a swirling channel of yin-yang energy, landing in the palace.
“Big players are descending!” it announced.
“From the upper realm?!” Shi Hao’s eyes widened.
“Indeed. I foresee blood and storm. Ancient, forbidden existences are about to fall!” The pagoda’s tone was grave.
Nine-colored lightning crackled, laced with chaotic mist, pressing down on the heavens. The entire sky seemed to shatter.
The tempest vanished as quickly as it came, but the oppressive aura remained. Someone was breaking through the boundary, descending into the wasteland with immense difficulty.
“What do we do? Summon Willow Deity? At the critical moment, you two can strike together,” Shi Hao suggested.
“We merely observe,” the pagoda replied solemnly. It understood the gravity—interfering now could be fatal.
Glowing faintly, it isolated itself from the world, masking its presence before activating an ancient altar within the palace to monitor the realm.
Its power was undeniable—with a few adjustments, it could survey the entire wasteland, tracking the descent of the upper realm’s beings.
First, it focused on the ruins of the Fire Nation’s capital. There, nine-colored lightning surged as a gargantuan foot descended, eclipsing the clouds, wreathed in chaotic mist.
Shi Hao gaped. The foot was larger than mountains, its divine might overwhelming.
“They seek the Supreme Treasure Vault!” the pagoda declared.
The scene shifted to a valley hundreds of miles beyond Medicine Capital. A divine root pulsed with light, resonating with heavenly chants as chaotic energies billowed.
“That thing is awakening. Who knows what forbidden beings will come for it? This is the upper realm’s foremost divine root!” The pagoda’s voice grew graver.
*Boom!*
The sky shattered like glass as a colossal purple hand descended, shrouded in primal mist!
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