Two simple, gentle seals. It was enough to make Yan Leizi’s gaze towards Wang Lin all the more respectful.

Wang Lin’s expression remained serene, betraying neither joy nor anger, save for the glacial frost in his eyes, a gaze that seemed capable of freezing the very stars. He strode forward, taking the final step.

As his foot touched down, the cosmos twisted, the countless rifts in space shattering in unison. In an instant, Wang Lin, with Yan Leizi in tow, traversed an immeasurable distance, appearing before the fallen headquarters of the long-lost Cultivation Alliance!

Before them swirled a colossal vortex, silent yet potent. With each rotation, it greedily devoured the celestial energies of the starfield, drawing them into its spiraling embrace.

Gazing upon this immense maelstrom, a flicker of remembrance crossed Wang Lin’s eyes. This place, in his former life, was a domain inaccessible, a sanctuary for which he was deemed unworthy.

Here stood the pinnacle of all Kunxu, the headquarters of the Cultivation Alliance, back when he was merely a cultivator from Planet Suzaku!

In its prime, the Cultivation Alliance reigned supreme over Kunxu, its power unmatched. Yet, following the war of Luo Tian and the departure of Qing Shui, some unforeseen catastrophe befell it. The Alliance crumbled, splintered, and its headquarters were sealed from within.

Now, Wang Lin stood before it, whispering words only he could hear.

“Qing Shui, you must live…” Wang Lin sighed inwardly, raising his right hand towards the swirling vortex, an entity that had spun ceaselessly for countless ages. He pointed a single finger!

A golden light shimmered at Wang Lin’s fingertip, transforming into a radiant beam that shot forth, striking the vortex. At the instant of impact, a thunderous roar echoed madly through the starfield.

The vortex shuddered violently, its relentless spin slowing, faltering, and ultimately ceasing altogether! Yan Leizi, witnessing this spectacle, stared in disbelief. Though he had surmised Wang Lin’s power to be immense, to see the vortex stilled by a single touch filled him with awe.

As a former elder of the Cultivation Alliance, he knew that this vortex was the first seal, the initial gate guarding the headquarters.

This vortex seal, passed down from ancient times, was acquired by the Alliance from the Rain Immortal Realm, refined and reinforced over generations, evolving into a formidable array of forbidden power.

Once in motion, it was said to never cease, constantly drawing upon the celestial energies, growing ever stronger.

Even a decade past, when those from the Realm within ventured towards the Seven-Colored Realm, many still came here. Despite their combined efforts, including the sage Lu Fuzi and a powerful being from Zhaohe, they could only slow the vortex, never halt it.

Yet, Yan Leizi now beheld Wang Lin, with a casual gesture, silencing the mighty vortex, as if overwhelming power suppressed its very life force. He stood dumbfounded, his mind reeling.

“What… what level of cultivation is this…?” Yan Leizi murmured, a blank expression in his eyes.

Wang Lin’s expression remained unchanged. As the immense vortex faltered, he flicked his right hand to the side. A deafening boom resonated across the heavens, accompanied by guttural roars from within the vortex itself. Thousands of cultivators materialized, each marked with sigils upon their brows – warriors from beyond the Realm!

“Who dares break the seal?”

“Insects of the Realm within, do you seek death?”

“Hahaha, silence for so long, finally someone dares to breach the seal! Let us see how many have come this time!”

They emerged, their eyes alight with savagery and bloodlust. Years of confinement had suppressed their primal urges. Now, someone dared to challenge the seal, and they were inflamed by it!

In a heartbeat, the thousands of cultivators swarmed out, their malice filling the vortex, their roars shaking the stars.

“Only two of them?”

“Mere insects, daring to come here?”

“Wait, that one… that one…”

The bloodthirsty horde faltered. As their gazes fell upon Wang Lin’s impassive face, their expressions shifted, their savage joy collapsing, replaced by disbelief and overwhelming terror.

“It… It’s him… It’s… Feng Zun!”

“Feng Zun!”

“He’s supposed to be dead! He… He is Feng Zun!!”

A wave of chaos erupted, the thousands of cultivators recoiling in fear, none daring to advance.

Terror filled their eyes. Wang Lin’s figure was a nightmare they could not escape. Most were veterans of the Third Invasion. Seeing Wang Lin now rekindled the fear of those days!

“Is it really him? The one who slaughtered countless cultivators, the one who crushed the first battle, Feng Zun!”

Some, scarred by the past, shrieked at the sight of Wang Lin, their faces contorted in terror, as if forgetting everything, desperately trying to retreat.

The thousands of cultivators were thrown into disarray.

Yan Leizi trembled with excitement. He understood that only one among all the cultivators in the Realm could accomplish this – only Wang Lin, merely appearing, could send thousands of cultivators into a frenzy!

This aura, this majesty, this aura of slaughter – none could imitate or replace it!

This was Feng Zun!

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes. He raised his right hand and, with a wave, the still vortex shuddered, a massive rift tearing through its core as if invisible hands were pulling it apart.

The vortex split completely, the two halves collapsing to the sides as hundreds of cultivators screamed, their bodies torn apart by the force of the collapse!

Wang Lin strode into the cleaved vortex, raising his right foot and stamping down with force!

With a thunderous boom, the starfield trembled. Cracks appeared beneath Wang Lin’s foot, spreading like spiderwebs, instantly shattering into fragments that scattered in all directions.

The starfield seemed to crumble. Wang Lin waved his right sleeve, a golden light billowing out, forming a raging storm. It swept across the expanse, tearing away layers of the cosmos, peeling it back like a tapestry.

The thousands of cultivators that had charged out were consumed by the golden storm, their lives snuffed out.

As the starfield tapestry peeled away, the true sight before them was revealed: the sealed headquarters of the Cultivation Alliance! A colossal planet, surrounded by countless smaller stars. Rays of bloody light emanated from below, tracing back to a deep fissure beneath the giant planet.

Yan Leizi followed Wang Lin, hatred burning in his eyes. He pointed towards the central planet, his voice low and filled with purpose: “Feng Zun, there lies the main base of the Cultivation Alliance! Chong Xuanzi is there!”

Even as he spoke, battle cries echoed through the void. Countless cultivators from the surrounding stars charged forth, filling the heavens. Their thunderous assault halted the moment they beheld Wang Lin’s face. Their faces twisted into expressions of shock.

They recognized Wang Lin!

The piercing gazes of tens of thousands of cultivators weighed on Yan Leizi, but he glanced at Wang Lin and found his fear replaced by an eerie calm. Wang Lin’s serene expression suggested that none of this truly mattered to him.

“Feng Zun?” A cold chuckle reverberated from within the great planet. A plume of black mist materialized, swirling and rising like a pillar of smoke. Within this smoky column stood an elderly man in black robes. With his appearance, the thousands of invaders felt their spirits lift.

“That is Heavenly Envoy,” Yan Leizi cried.

Wang Lin’s icy gaze landed on the black-robed elder. He took a single step forward. In that instant, the elder cackled and performed a series of incantations, causing an endless tide of faith to wash over him.

“So what if you’re Feng Zun? Watch as I, Heavenly Envoy, slay you! Kill him, and I will rise to the top of the Ancient Star Chart!” The black-robed elder laughed, waving his sleeves, his faith coalescing into three enormous black dragons, each tens of thousands of feet long. These dragons, covered in thorns and bearing a single horn, roared and charged forward like whips.

The unique power of an Empyrean, combined with the strange whispers of converted disciples, filled the air. Within the gaping mouths of the dragons were three faith realms, teeming with countless faith disciples. Each one was kneeling, offering their devotion to the black dragons.

This was the Heavenly Envoy’s signature move, well-known even among the Ancient Stars. The black dragons were not simple constructs, but real dragon beasts captured from a forbidden place at great risk!

After ten thousand years of sacrificial rites, the Heavenly Envoy had finally forced the dragons to worship him, making them the heads of his faith!