A thunderous explosion erupted in Chen Xuan's mind. The saint talisman he had activated disintegrated in an instant, burning away on its own.

In the Southern Domain, a supreme expert had detected the Ghost Clan aura.

"A Saint King realm expert," Su Chen noted, observing the golden light breaking through the dark clouds above the secret realm. A majestic figure had appeared.

It was impossible for such an important event involving the fate of the Southern Domain's prodigies to lack supervision. Clearly, this Saint King had not been slacking.

Chen Xuan's Ghost Clan aura had drawn the Saint King's attention. The expert intended to capture him and interrogate him about the Ghost Clan's whereabouts.

Chen Xuan had relied on the saint talisman given to him by the Ghost Clan girl as a life-saving measure. However, to activate its full power and awaken half of the suppressed Ghost Clan expert's consciousness, he needed to kill over half of the Southern Domain's prodigies. In his rage to kill Dongfang Yunxing, he had forgotten the girl's instructions.

Now, Dongfang Yunxing still lived, the Ghost Clan expert's consciousness had not awakened, and the saint talisman was gone.

Chen Xuan had exhausted every means at his disposal.

"No! I am a noble transmigrator! I have an invincible system! I, Chen Xuan, am destined to stand at the peak of the world! How can I die at the hands of you natives?!"

Just as the Saint King was about to seize him, the expert suddenly stopped. A terrifying power surged from the void, accompanied by a streak of gray light. Chen Xuan vanished.

"That aura…" The Saint King's expression turned grave. He immediately used a great divine ability to teleport everyone out of the secret realm before hurriedly departing. A major event was about to unfold.

Many prodigies remained confused, unsure what had just happened or why they had been forcibly ejected.

Inside the Heaven's Mandate Pearl, Su Chen found the situation quite interesting.

"It seems this world is destined to become turbulent."

The Saint King's cultivation was too shallow to see the full picture, but Su Chen understood clearly. The existence that had rescued Chen Xuan was a peak Quasi-Emperor. The rules it wielded did not belong to this world but came from another.

A peak Quasi-Emperor from another world hiding in this universe—what was their purpose? The answer was not difficult to guess.

...

"Why must we save this useless trash, Emperor's Daughter?"

In a certain region of the Vast Continent, a young woman sat by the shore, her crystal-clear jade feet gently swaying in the air. One of her eyes burned with green nether flames, while the other was a pure, eerie white. Her long, ink-black hair flowed like a river of night, giving her an otherworldly beauty. A gentle, neighborly smile hung on her face.

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Behind her stood a mysterious figure shrouded in a gray robe covered in intricate runes. One skeletal hand gripped a staff topped with a gemstone. Inside the gem, countless faces screamed in agony, sending chills down one's spine.

The gray-robed skeletal elder sounded displeased. They had paid a heavy price to enter this universe and deliver messages to the suppressed Ghost Clan experts. Their plan should have been foolproof, yet Chen Xuan's impulsiveness had ruined everything. They now had no choice but to abandon the Ghost Clan powerhouses in the Vast Continent. This was a massive loss.

Yet the Emperor's Daughter had insisted on saving that human youth.

Now, not only had they lost the Ghost Clan experts, but they themselves would soon have to leave this universe. Otherwise, if the human powerhouses traced them back, escaping would become nearly impossible. They risked ending up like the suppressed Ghost Clan experts.

Hearing this, the girl brushed a strand of hair from her temple and smiled lightly. "Old Gray… perhaps the greatest gain from our visit to this universe is him. Even if we must abandon every suppressed Ghost Clan expert in this universe, we have to bring him back to the Ghost Realm."

The gray-robed skeletal elder was stunned. "That boy is utterly ordinary. His heart is impure, and he lacks any true martial will. What makes him worthy of such attention from the Emperor's Daughter?"

The girl's gaze turned profound. From the void, the unconscious Chen Xuan slowly descended into a container. The entire sea shattered like a mirror and turned into nothingness in an instant.

"He… is a transmigrator… That alone is enough."

Su Chen sensed a terrifying aura stirring across the Vast Continent. A Quasi-Emperor expert had taken action, wielding an Emperor Weapon that illuminated the entire land. The figure seemed to be searching for something.

Su Chen immediately concealed the Heaven's Mandate Pearl's presence and fell into a deep slumber.

"Master… Master…"

No matter how Dongfang Yunxing called out, there was no response.

One day passed. Then two. A month. A year…

The pearl remained completely silent.

Besides hunting beasts, raising his strength, and pursuing Chen Xuan, Dongfang Yunxing now had another goal: to find a way to awaken his master once more.

Ten years passed.

Dongfang Yunxing gradually rose to prominence. Across the Vast Continent, only a few ancient freaks could stand as his opponents.

While he continued training and clearing opportunities, a major piece of news spread throughout the Southern Domain.

The Sacred Son of the Great Sun Sacred Land—the number one power in the Southern Domain—was about to marry the Sacred Maiden of the Drifting Snow Sacred Land.

Dongfang Yunxing soon learned of this.

"Young Master Eastern, please save my lady!"

The speaker was a delicate young woman—Lu Xuewei's personal maid.

From her, Dongfang Yunxing learned the truth behind the political marriage. Lu Xuewei's Innate Nine Yin Physique was highly valued by the Drifting Snow Sacred Land. Their Saint ancestor was nearing death and wished to use the marriage with the Great Sun Sacred Land's ancestor to obtain a sacred medicine and extend his life by another era.

Meanwhile, the Sacred Son of the Great Sun Sacred Land could use Lu Xuewei's special physique to break through once more and step into a forbidden domain, becoming unrivaled on the path to Emperor.

Both sides would benefit greatly.

However, Lu Xuewei's maid knew the truth: her lady was no longer pure. If this were exposed, Lu Xuewei would face certain death.

Dongfang Yunxing's expression grew heavy after hearing the full story.

"Don't worry. I will definitely go and save Miss Lu," he promised.

Dongfang Yunxing returned to the Great Wind Dynasty and visited the ruins of the Dongfang's ancestral graves. He knew this journey might be his last. Neither the Great Sun Sacred Land nor the Drifting Snow Sacred Land would spare him. Yet he had no choice.

He was Lu Xuewei's only man. And she was his only woman. He could not turn a blind eye.

Dongfang Yunxing took out the Heaven's Mandate Pearl that hung around his neck. For ten years he had tried every possible method, but the pearl remained dim and lifeless.

He hung the pearl on an unmarked tombstone. He did not know his master's full title, so he simply kowtowed heavily before it.

"Master… this disciple has failed to live up to your expectations… I am about to do something very foolish. If I manage to return alive…"

Dongfang Yunxing looked up and saw a middle-aged man formed from white smoke quietly watching him.