"Wow... What is this!"

Noticing the abnormality in the sky above the Yin Star Tower, Jojo, who was originally planning to sneak into the tower after losing patience to see what Tiran was doing with Lord Xingjian, quickly retreated tens of meters back.

The converging light fell on the top of the Yin Star Tower, and the next moment, a strong wind swept out of this tall black stone tower, brushing everything around with high-speed airflow.

The force of the airflow even made Jojo feel suffocated; the intense pressure made it difficult to even breathe.

"The Platinum Star!"

"Ora!"

Accompanied by a roar, a purple-blue phantom stood in front of Jojo, swiftly punching to disrupt the airflow in front of Jojo and weaken the gale.

"Hu... Ha."

The wind weakened to a point where Jojo could breathe, but she had to bend down, protecting her arms in front of her to prevent herself from being blown away by the wind, while carefully calming her breathing.

What was that light just now? And this wind... Is Tiran really okay inside alone?

Although she had resisted the wind pressure, Jojo could still hear her heart pounding frantically as it pumped blood throughout her body.

Thud!

After a muffled sound, a figure landed beside Jojo, shattering some bricks on the ground and allowing her to stand firmly in the depression.

"Eh... Eh eh?! Are you...?"

Jojo looked surprised at the strong person who ignored the strong wind and stood firm, more astonished by her appearance. If she remembered correctly, she had seen the portraits and paintings of this person before.

"Princess Xiang Ling?!"

No mistake, it was the moving Princess Xiang Ling! Alive!

"Who are you?"

Princess Xiang Ling glanced at her, frowning and asking, but then changed her tone, "Never mind, it doesn't matter, evacuate non-essential personnel! It's very dangerous here!"

"Ah, yes!"

If it were Tiran, or even her father Jojo, such words wouldn't necessarily be effective; sometimes the influence of idols can be even greater... Jojo's own father was really a headache.

Standing in front of the Yin Star Tower, Princess Xiang Ling felt a faint fear in her heart. Inside the tower, which shouldn't be the basement of the tower, seemed to hide a terrifying energy.

This intensity... even Xingjian could not achieve.

Since Princess Xiang Ling had achieved some proficiency in her "Tao," under her father's instruction, she had also had quite a few exchanges with Xingjian, so she was quite familiar with the realm known as the Holy Rank among Westerners.

Even with the Star The Realm that relies on the existence of the Yin Star Tower, Xingjian couldn't possibly gather such a vast amount of energy.

"What is she doing?"

Without hesitation, Princess Xiang Ling strode up the steps to the top of the Yin Star Tower against the wind pressure. Harmful or not, she had to figure out the source of this energy. If this level of energy erupted deep in the imperial city, the impact would be the entire city.

The moment she stepped into the Yin Star Tower, her senses briefly plunged into darkness but then recovered. Opening her eyes, she was already standing on a vast expanse of water as clear as a mirror, with a sky full of stars overhead.

"Lord Xingjian."

"Princess Xiang Ling."

Princess Xiang Ling casually leaned her long halberd on the ground and, standing several tens of meters away, saluted Xingjian with clasped hands, but her gaze fell on Tiran, who was struggling to support herself with a sword, exerting all her Chi to barely stand her ground.

"Lord Xingjian, you should know that this is my... ally. Don't you plan to explain?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain." Xingjian twirled his long hair with his pinkie finger, his eyes constantly wandering, deliberately avoiding Xiang Ling's gaze.

"I've already explained it to Prince Tiran earlier, so I won't waste my breath again."

Xingjian raised his hand to cancel the gravity field suppressing Tiran. With the removal of the force that was suppressing him, Tiran almost stumbled and fell to the ground, but Xiang Ling caught her before any embarrassment could occur.

"You bastard..."

Tiran, just freed from the suppression, seemed quite agitated. She didn't spare a glance at Xingjian, immediately gripping the hilt of her sword with both hands, pulling the longsword back behind her for a powerful strike, the blade emitting a dazzling Chi light.

"Prince Tiran, don't you understand that you cannot defeat me in your current state? This will only lead to unnecessary injuries."

"Shut up! You dare say such things? Wasn't what happened to Aya unnecessary?"

Tiran angrily questioned, stepping forward and swinging her sword in one fluid motion, unleashing a massive amount of Chi in the form of a beautiful crescent moon, its unparalleled sharpness seeming capable of cutting Xingjian in half with ease.

However, the crescent moon slash did not land on Xingjian; it stopped just short of a meter away from him, freezing in mid-air.

Xingjian accurately grasped the portion of space covered by the sword energy and then froze the time within that space.

Such precise manipulation would be impossible for an ordinary Holy Rank individual, but for the holder of The Realm, who was essentially an all-knowing and all-powerful god within The Realm, it was a different story. In The Realm, all laws and rules were established by them.

"Silver War Maiden, calm down. What exactly happened?"

Tiran, struggling to control her previously intense emotions, stared at Xingjian and said, "That guy wants to create a god."

"A god?!"

"That's a simplified way to put it, but it wasn't my idea," Xingjian shrugged.

"What benefit does he get from creating a god? Is that guy just bored out of his mind?"

Tiran clicked her tongue, recalling the events at the Morninglight Ruins. She was curious why that guy went through so much trouble to awaken an ancient immortal being from the Pre-apocalyptic Era.

"But a god, doesn't that relate to Minglin?"

"It's probably different," Xingjian shook his head. "I haven't encountered immortals, but according to him, Minglin belongs to a state that only has immortality. For practitioners of the Eastern cultivation system, both the spirit and the body are equally important. The cultivation of a jade palace and a pill furnace are indispensable. Perhaps the same applies to gods or true immortals."

"Damn idiot, then capturing Aya is useless! Aya is not from the Eastern cultivation system!"

"Don't get it wrong, the only material required is a sufficiently strong and resilient body. As for shaping the jade palace and the pill furnace, that's my job. I originally thought of capturing wild beasts as substitutes, but it's easier to control someone like Miss Aya, who, despite being generally less intelligent, is more convenient."

Yuan once again popped up behind Xingjian... By the way, why do you always appear in this place? Are you intentionally setting the teleport point under the skirts?

"Is it you?"

Xiang Ling's face wasn't looking too good when she saw Yuan.

"Oh, you're here too. Greetings to Princess Xiang Ling. But since you're here, it means that Prince Xiang Ji has lost, what a pity."

"Are you his ally?" Xiang Ling slowly raised her long spear, ready to fight at any moment.

"Stop, stop, stop. I'm a pacifist, trying to avoid fighting as much as possible. Besides, since Prince Xiang Ji has already lost, there's no need for me to continue fighting desperately," Yuan shrugged innocently.

I don't believe you! Tiran almost blurted out, not knowing who caused the trouble in Milt City and killed so many people, and took Aya away. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have come to East Land at all!

"Why are you here? Is everything finished below?" Xingjian glanced at Yuan from the corner of his eye.

"I came up because there was a little situation down there." Yuan sighed, holding a virtual image of a conical crystal bottle in his hand, with the dark red crystal-clear liquid inside still not quite full, "Well, it seems that because the unrest outside has been quelled, the souls and blood are still a bit short... to some extent, it's also thanks to Princess Xiang Ling. The speed of suppression is quite fast."

"...What do you mean by that?"

"Lord Xingjian, you surely understand, right? Giving up now would be a waste of our previous efforts." Yuan said with a smile.

"Why don't you do it yourself in this case?" Xingjian's pupils constricted slightly, unable to contain his anger.

Yuan scratched his cheek awkwardly and said, "Well, it's hard to explain. I'm not very convenient to take action personally, otherwise it would be troublesome if certain people found out..."

"—Moreover," Yuan's tone suddenly turned cold, "Lord Xingjian, deceiving yourself like this is useless. Do you think that by choosing to let so many ordinary people die in order to escape the pain of generational inheritance, you can consider yourself innocent without taking action personally?"

"'After all, they were killed by those rebels, unfortunate people. It doesn't matter if I use this opportunity to free myself and the successors from the inheritance.' You wouldn't harbor such despicable thoughts, would you? Would you?"

"Of course,—"

The cold tone only lasted for a moment, Yuan switched back to his warm and sunny smile, "The decision is in your hands. I have plenty of time, even if it takes another ten or twenty years to come back, it's okay."

Xingjian didn't hesitate for too long in response to Yuan's questions.

...

"W-what...what's that in the sky?!"

That day, after half a day of continuous riots gradually subsided, everyone in the city saw the falling star in the sky. Although Luo Jing was located in the plains area and shooting stars could be seen at night, this was the first time a star fell in the city.

In the most densely populated slum area, an entire residential block was completely destroyed, and the buildings within a hundred-meter diameter of the impact site were directly vaporized, leaving a huge crater.

...

"You are quite ruthless, Lord Xingjian. You filled it up all at once and even spilled over. Indeed, those who seem harmless are the most vicious when provoked."

Seeing the virtual image of the crystal bottle filled with dark red liquid in his hand, Yuan whistled, "But don't feel too guilty, Lord Xingjian. Everyone looks out for themselves, right."

"Enough, let's not talk about it anymore!"

Xingjian clenched his fists and lowered his head. Yuan immediately felt the heavy pressure on his body, but fortunately Xingjian managed to control his emotions and didn't directly crush anyone.

"Well, it seems like you're not in a great mood, so I won't bother you. I'll take my leave now, just wait until your wish is fulfilled."

Yuan was clever enough to leave directly without provoking Xingjian any further. If he had made a few more sarcastic remarks, he might actually have provoked Xingjian to strike back and take him out first.

But before he could make his escape, a frigid sword wind swept by, freezing the ground in front of him, creating an ice wall blocking his path.

"Hold on a second, who said you could leave?" a voice demanded.

"We're not going to ignore what Xingjian did, participating in the coup and massacring civilians, and then think you can just walk away," another voice added.

The two paused for a moment before saying in unison:

"Do you think we don't exist, you bastard?"