Chapter 67: The Posture of a God Gazing Down Upon the Mortal World; Indifferent, Supreme, Unmoved

“Boom—”

Three thousand flames erupted from his body, black fire sweeping outward, instantly vaporizing snow and turning frozen earth into molten lava; above the sky, countless starlights pierced through the clouds, drawn as if by invisible threads, descending to form a brilliant stellar ring around Ye Xuan.

Lanshan slightly narrowed his eyes, his spiritual pressure repelling the incoming heatwave; his gaze never wavered from Ye Xuan.

“How intriguing.”

His voice was soft, as if speaking to himself, watching the flames burning around Ye Xuan during his transformation.

“A sword art that materializes the power of heaven and earth, flames possessing both destructive and healing properties, and this world’s unique energy system.”

“When these abilities become the foundation of one’s transformation, what kind of power will emerge after the transformation is complete?”

“Thud!”

A heartbeat, as if the universe had just been born, echoed atop Mount Kunlun.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils had turned pure gold, the edges of his irises shimmering with starlike fragments; his skin was flawless as white jade, every inch of flesh radiating divine light; his hair stirred without wind, the tips burning with faint black flames.

Merely standing there, he exuded a terrifying aura.

Lanshan’s lips involuntarily curved into a smile as he gazed at Ye Xuan, who now resembled his own self after breaking past his limits; a flicker of excitement stirred within him.

Indifferent, supreme, nothing worthy of notice.

This calm, all-encompassing gaze over all things, like a god overlooking the mortal world, was far too similar to his own past.

Ye Xuan did not know Lanshan’s thoughts. He slowly raised his hand; surging spiritual energy flowed through his fingertips—a power utterly beyond his former level. This body had truly surpassed its previous limits.

In his eyes, the distant sea of clouds revealed every detail; he could trace the path of every dust particle stirred by the mountain wind.

Such a leap in perception would overwhelm an ordinary person instantly, but Ye Xuan merely calmly withdrew his gaze, the light in his eyes flickering faintly.

“The power granted to the Demon Emperor under the enhancement of heaven and earth’s force?”

“No, perhaps even stronger.”

“But still far short of that state.”

Having summoned the Emperor Armor and experienced the true sensation of commanding cosmic laws, where all things bent to a single thought, Ye Xuan felt no arrogance toward the power he now possessed after his life’s transformation.

Lanshan observed every subtle reaction of Ye Xuan; Ye Xuan noticed Lanshan’s gaze and understood what the man expected—after all, this man knew better than anyone how transcendent power corrupts the mind.

“This world is not your world.”

“This level alone is not enough to make me arrogant.”

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, then clenched his fist; the energy surrounding him vanished completely, not a single particle wasted or stirred.

The more one knows, the more one feels one’s own insignificance.

This applies not only to knowledge, but to power as well.

When you are merely an ordinary person, “city-destroying,” “nation-erasing,” “star-bursting” in novels are just benchmarks of power—you cannot truly comprehend their magnitude.

Only when you truly possess the power to destroy a city, a nation, even a planet, do you realize how incomprehensible such power is; and how impossibly distant, beyond understanding, the next level of power truly is.

Indeed,

He is nothing like me back then.

Lanshan chuckled softly and spoke to Ye Xuan:

“Want to test your strength against mine? See just how far you’ve come.”

Not a question. An invitation.

Just as he had done to Ichigo Kurosaki in Hueco Mundo long ago.

Ye Xuan’s lips curled slightly; battle-lust kindled in his pupils. He still remembered that single slash vividly.

“I’d welcome it.”

The moment his words ended—

“Boom!!”

Both figures vanished from their spots.

The next instant, space atop Mount Kunlun twisted as swordlight clashed with spiritual pressure; the clouds above were shredded into fragments by the violent shockwave!

Kunlun Tian Shu Bureau · Seventh Monitoring Station

A piercing alarm shattered the silence; the entire Tian Shu Bureau was instantly bathed in flashing red light.

“Peak of Mount Kunlun: energy index exceeded threshold—Nuclear-class reaction!”

The monitor operator stared at the wildly fluctuating numbers on screen, his eyelids twitching, yet his body remained motionless.

The other staff members glanced once, then returned to their tasks, too indifferent to even lift their eyes.

“How many times now? Seventh this month?”

Someone yawned and muted the alarm.

Mo Tianxiong rubbed his temples, staring at the energy waveform on the main screen that threatened to overflow, and sighed:

“Log it. Archive under ‘Unknown Multiversal Artifact Holder’ activity. Report to headquarters per standard procedure.”

“Aren’t we sending someone to check?”

The new intern asked cautiously.

The entire bureau fell silent for a second, then erupted in bitter laughter.

“Xiao Zhou, you’ve only just joined Tian Shu Bureau—you probably don’t know what ‘Nuclear-class’ means.”

Bai Xiao patted his shoulder.

“It means exactly what it says: a walking nuclear bomb.”

“The only known Nuclear-class in all of Daya is Zhong Lao.”

“Of course, nuclear bombs vary in yield—this one can’t compare to Zhong Lao’s, but it’s still beyond our capacity to handle.”

“We’d love to go see, and we’ve tried more than once—to invite this unknown Artifact Holder into Tian Shu Bureau—but it’s useless.”

“By the time we arrive, they’re already gone.”

“The Tian Shu Headquarters only asks us to search for them as much as possible—no pressure.”

Nuclear-class—that’s the rank Tian Shu Bureau specifically created for Zhong Lao.

Who would’ve thought someone comparable would appear so soon?

Though the energy waveform still falls short of Zhong Lao’s, they’re not blind—they can see the amplitude shifting daily, the unknown force growing stronger.

Of course they wanted to know who caused this energy surge—but by the time they arrived, the person was already gone.

The instruments they’d set up were destroyed.

Even satellites couldn’t detect them; the massive spiritual energy completely masked their presence.

Even Tian Shu Headquarters only instructed them to search as best they could—no forced action.

There’s nothing they can do.

Under such unequal power disparity, expecting them to find the other party is simply too much to ask.

Still, now that spiritual energy has been returning for so long, all kinds of demons and monsters have surfaced: that suspected cultivator who turned out to be a swordsman from another Tian Shu unit, and now this unknown powerhouse triggering Nuclear-class energy fluctuations.

Why do they all keep coming to Kunlun?

(End of Chapter)