Chapter 755: Our Soul Palace Is Righteous! (End-of-Month Request for Moon Tickets)

At the sound of these six words, everyone on the Ancient Ship stirred in unrest; if one were to rank the factions of the Great Thousand World, the Great Thousand Palace would unquestionably be number one, with no dispute whatsoever.

For the Great Thousand Palace was founded fifty thousand years ago by the strongest warrior of that era—the greatest of the ancient Great Thousand World and the first master of the Primordial Dharma Body, the Eternal Unchanging Form—who was the Undying Emperor, established to combat the Domain Beyond demons, equivalent to an alliance of the Great Thousand World.

Thus, the Great Thousand Palace gathered all the strongest warriors of the entire Great Thousand World, and its power was naturally the greatest.

The Execution Demon Masters were specialists who hunted Domain Beyond demons; they were ranked by strength, yet even the weakest Execution Demon Master possessed the Cultivation Realm of a Lower Earth Supreme, and was among the elite of Lower Earth Supremes.

For Execution Demon Points were earned only by slaying Domain Beyond demon kings—those with the power of Lower Earth Supremes; those below the Lower Earth Supreme rank could not even become Execution Demon Masters.

Execution Demon Points could be traded for anything in the Great Thousand World, even Supreme Sacred Artifacts and peerless Divine Techniques, making them the highest-tier currency in the Great Thousand World.

No wonder those on the ship were so astonished upon hearing "Great Thousand Palace Execution Demon Master"—for any Execution Demon Master was inevitably a warrior above Earth Supreme, and their sole purpose was to eradicate Domain Beyond demons, earning deep respect.

"An Execution Demon Master has appeared—does that mean a Domain Beyond demon king has surfaced on the corrupted Shen Shou Continent?!"

"Kuang—is this real? Are the Domain Beyond demons launching a counterattack to reclaim this continent?!"

"Forget it, forget it—I'll come back later; this isn't the time to enter."

"Yes, yes, I still need to go home and collect my laundry."

In times of peace, the Great Thousand Palace's Execution Demon Masters had long scattered; many famed warriors had once been Execution Demon Masters, but now the Great Thousand World and the Domain Beyond demons only experienced minor skirmishes, and the Great Thousand Palace had become more of a symbol.

Yet all the strong warriors of the Great Thousand World knew: whenever a Great Thousand Palace Execution Demon Master appeared, it meant something monumental was about to happen!

Although the Shen Shou Continent had been reclaimed, the Domain Beyond demons could reclaim it again; both sides remained locked in a stalemate, merely having not erupted into a massive war for many years.

Yet just as everyone was stunned by the appearance of the Great Thousand Palace Execution Demon Master, a figure clad in white robes slowly walked to the ship's edge, as if preparing to disembark.

"Hey, don't go! Execution Demon Masters of the Great Thousand Palace have arrived—there might be a major battle soon; leave quickly!"

Seeing someone still daring to disembark toward the corrupted Shen Shou Continent, a kind soul hurried to warn him.

Hearing the warning, the white-robed figure slowly turned around—it was a man with a refined, handsome face, gentle as a scholar.

The man looked extremely young, far younger than most present, appearing to be in his early twenties; strangely, this scholar-like man emitted not a single ripple of Spiritual Energy, as if he possessed none at all.

In his hand floated an object resembling a compass; upon closer inspection, the compass was composed of four stone plates shaped like gates, and on this eerie compass hung a long needle, precisely pointing toward the corrupted Shen Shou Continent.

"Thank you for the warning," the scholar said with a gentle smile, his voice as soothing as spring breeze, pleasant to hear.

"N-no need to thank me."

Yet the scholar paid no heed to the warning; he stepped forward, moving as if teleporting, flying onto the continent.

Seeing that ethereal figure depart, many women on the flying ship cast their gazes after him—such gentle beauty, such courage to walk toward danger, undoubtedly won the hearts of many single women.

If Xiao Yan and the others were here, they would surely recognize the white-robed scholar as Hun Tian Di!

Even Xiao Yan would never have guessed that after arriving in the Great Thousand World, Hun Tian Di had come directly to the ruins of the Shen Shou Continent—and what guided him here was naturally the four Gates of Death.

The instant Hun Tian Di stepped onto the Shen Shou Continent, he drew a deep breath; when he inhaled the continent's unique air, it gave him an unfamiliar sensation—an unimaginable feeling.

As the Shen Shou Continent's air entered his chest, it felt as if something was burning—not scorching his lungs, but searing his Spiritual Soul, as if something had violently burned his soul, leaving a bone-deep pain spreading through his heart.

"So this is what they call Demon Qi?" Hun Tian Di's eyes flickered; he had arrived in the Great Thousand World at the same time as Xiao Yan and others, and had been here two months—he naturally understood many things about the Great Thousand World.

Entering a continent corrupted by Demon Qi required sealing off the air to prevent infiltration, yet Hun Tian Di did none of that!

Hun Tian Di gazed into the distance; the entire continent was magnificent and vast, yet it was shrouded in an eerie haze; upon closer look, the mist covering the sky was not gray—it was purplish-red, and this color was not only on the sky's mist but also on the ground's soil; the hue looked strange, resembling the color of congealed, dried blood.

Hun Tian Di stepped on the soil, a knowing smile curling on his lips as he murmured: "Insufficient. The concentration of Demon Qi here is too weak—it won't suffice to transform my Fighting Qi and Soul Power."

"Ji jie jie, you're greedy," a strange voice emerged from the Gates of Death compass in Hun Tian Di's hand.

Hun Tian Di smiled calmly, neither confirming nor denying: "Cultivators from the Lower Plane can transform into higher-tier energies, but nowhere does it say you must transform Spiritual Energy. I find your Domain Beyond demons' cultivation system more to my taste."

"Ji jie jie, you're not just greedy—you're clever. Indeed, ordinary cultivators in the Great Thousand World can only cultivate Spiritual Energy, hence they call us demons; once they absorb Demon Qi, conflict arises, driving them mad. That's because Great Thousand World cultivators are inferior beings, while we are the Sage Race—they are unworthy to cultivate our Sacred Qi!" came the mad voice from the Gates of Death: "At the dawn of heaven and earth, when all things were unformed, in the primordial chaos, the first race was born—our Sage Race—we are supreme and unrivaled."

"You came from the Lower Plane, so you can transform Sacred Qi; transformation is dangerous, yet also an opportunity."

Hun Tian Di merely smiled faintly, unmoved by these tempting words.

"Follow the guidance of the Gates of Death to the deepest depths—there lies what you seek. But the Execution Demon Masters are heading there too; with your current strength, you cannot stand against them."

Hearing the voice from the Gates of Death, Hun Tian Di smiled faintly, his tone laced with mad, deranged fervor: "Let me tell you a 'law' I recently realized—it was taught to me by a child of about thirty."

"True power never belongs to those born strong—it belongs only to those willing to pay any price for power."

Hun Tian Di's gaze suddenly flashed as he spoke to the voice within the Gates of Death: "So your Sage Race lost—to someone born weaker than you."

Upon hearing Hun Tian Di's words, the Gates of Death shuddered violently, as if enraged, unwilling to face its own history, unwilling to accept that it had truly been defeated by someone born impossibly weak!

Sensing the Gates of Death's tremor, Hun Tian Di chuckled, his laugh eerie: "Ji jie jie, you still don't understand—I knew your Sage Race's nature never changes."

"Watch closely—this is why that man named Xiao Yan became so powerful."

With that, Hun Tian Di stepped into the haze, his figure vanishing.

Shift perspective to the Ning Tian Continent.

Seven days later, the Western Realm of the Ning Tian Continent witnessed another event that left everyone in the Western Realm dumbfounded.

After the four Domain Lords who ruled the Four Regions were killed, other realms invaded; all sect warriors either died or fled. Yet just as everyone assumed the Western Realm's fate was sealed, a miracle occurred!

The exiled warriors from the former Four Regions—Earth Domain, Imperial Domain, Xin Region, and Lu Region—suddenly united, forming the Western Realm Alliance, vowing to counterattack the Heaven Flame Sect, Corpse Cloud Sect, and others, expel the invaders, defend their homeland, and raise the banner of great righteousness.

They even blamed the deaths of the Four Domain Lords on the invaders, claiming the lords were murdered by them.

When everyone laughed at them as dreamers, the former Grand Elders of the Four Regions slapped them hard in the face.

"Kuang?! The Heaven Flame Sect, Corpse Cloud Sect, Wolf Fang Clan, and Volcano Nation have all been defeated?!"

"Aaaah?! Are you mistaken?!"

"Even if Lu Ming and Xin Zhangsheng broke through to Supreme, they'd only be First-Rank Supremes—impossible to defeat the Heaven Flame Sect; those sects certainly have more than one Supreme!"

"No! It's true! The Western Realm Alliance really reclaimed all Four Regions! All four sects' Supremes were defeated—even some Supremes perished!"

Seeing the sect disciples, who specialized in intelligence gathering, swear this with certainty, every city in the Western Realm fell into silence; everyone swallowed hard, a chill rising from their soles.

"R-really?!"

"It's true! Go see the main cities of the Four Regions—the flags are all flying the Western Realm Alliance's banner!"

Sssss!

"Kuang? What the hell just happened?!"

A gulping, swallowing sound came, and an elder said in a low voice, "The waters run deep! The waters here in the Western Realm run deep!!"

(End of chapter)