Chapter 289: The World Doesn

At the center of the Cave Heaven Secret Realm lay a city, surrounded by emptiness, making it uniquely conspicuous.

The city was not large, yet it radiated immense grandeur, like a recumbent sacred beast emitting streams of radiance.

This was “Cave Heaven City.” Though constructed from spiritual force, it was extraordinarily stable, having existed since the emergence of the Phantom Divine Realm, serving as a vital hub within the Cave Heaven Secret Realm, enabling direct teleportation to other secret realms and blessed lands.

Because of this, Cave Heaven City was once bustling, like a pilgrimage site, teeming with people everywhere, packed to capacity.

But today’s situation seemed different.

Due to the return of the Blood-Handed Demon Child, the entire Cave Heaven Secret Realm had fallen into panic; over eighty percent of its inhabitants had fled or locked themselves away, leaving the usually lively Cave Heaven City eerily desolate.

Wu Xian paid no mind to this; he simply wandered through the city with Shi Hao, familiarizing him with the Phantom Divine Realm’s environment and warning him never to casually damage its passages or stone steles or other special objects, or he might be forcibly expelled and unable to return for a long time.

“This Cave Heaven City… it seems like there’s no one around at all…”

Shi Hao looked around, seeing not a soul for minutes, and finally asked Wu Xian: “Brother Xian, where are we going?”

“First, to the Rain Clan’s old stronghold in the Cave Heaven Secret Realm.”

Wu Xian’s lips curled slightly: “Level it to the ground. I bet those bastards will be furious. And the Wu Prince’s Mansion—don’t forget them either.”

“Of course, these are just bait. My real goal is to lure down their higher-level elders. If the Wu Wang and the Rain Clan’s ancestral elder come, all the better—they’re among Shi Yi’s greatest supports right now. If they show up, I’ll send them all to their graves together.”

Shi Hao opened his mouth, thinking Wu Xian was impossibly arrogant—but remembering his brother’s past displays of power, he found it perfectly reasonable.

After all, the Willow God had once said Wu Xian was like a Transcendent King reborn; his strength defied normal logic. Even a Spirit Flame cultivator might not gain any advantage over him, let alone the mere Wu Prince’s Mansion or Rain Clan.

Yet even as he thought this, Shi Hao’s emotions grew complicated.

He wasn’t worried about the Wu Prince’s Mansion or the Rain Clan—he just felt depressed at the thought that if Wu Xian wiped them all out, he’d have no enemies left to avenge.

“Don’t worry. This is the Phantom Divine Realm. As long as I don’t harm their origins, I can kill them a hundred times and they’ll still revive.”

“One-time satisfaction versus repeated satisfaction—I know the difference. If you ever want to avenge them yourself, there’ll be plenty of chances later.”

Wu Xian sneered: “Besides, anyone who crosses me doesn’t get to die so easily… though if only a few minor pests show up, I won’t mind giving them a warning first.”

“Yeah yeah! You’re right, Brother Xian!”

Shi Hao brightened—he knew his brother treated him best!

The two continued strolling through Cave Heaven City, enthusiastically discussing a hundred and eight ways to kill the Wu Prince’s Mansion and Rain Clan members.

Most of the methods were provided by Wu Xian—his cruelty and humiliation left Shi Hao awestruck, and he mentally recorded them all, vowing to use them himself when he encountered members of those clans in reality.

Soon, they found their target: a cave dwelling emitting a purple aura.

This was the Rain Clan’s core base within the Cave Heaven Secret Realm, where many young disciples trained and elders managed vast resources of the Phantom Divine Realm—vital to the Rain Clan.

Thus, even knowing the Blood-Handed Demon Child had come to attack, not a single Rain Clan cultivator guarding the site dared flee.

After all, dying in the Phantom Divine Realm meant revival—but if they lost this place, their real-world fate would be dire.

“Go! Eradicate these bastards!”

Wu Xian sniffed the air, using his Six Senses talent to detect deep malice outside the cave dwelling. His lips curled as he grabbed Shi Hao and smashed through the outer seals, entering a golden corridor.

When their vision cleared, they saw towering peaks, thick with spiritual energy. Sensing carefully, they detected auspicious beasts roaming, spiritual birds soaring, mist swirling, and dazzling illusions dancing.

This was the true core of the Rain Clan’s blessed land within Cave Heaven City. Ahead lay a vast complex of buildings, resembling a sacred pure land.

As the two arrived, shadows flickered across the pure land—the Rain Clan’s elite had arrived, rushing to confront this unprecedented foe.

What choice did they have? To let an enemy storm their doorstep and do nothing would make them the laughingstock of all major factions. Did the Rain Clan have no pride?

“Deploy the formation! If he dares advance further, crush his body and soul—let everyone know the fate of defying the Rain Clan!”

An old man spoke coldly. He was a Transformation Spirit cultivator, his potential long spent; he’d been assigned to guard this blessed land permanently due to his age. He never imagined anyone would dare attack—how could he not rage?

Hummmmmm!!!

A massive formation rose into the air, forming a water curtain that enveloped the Rain Clan’s sacred buildings. Tiny droplets occasionally fell from its dome, each brimming with razor-sharp sword qi.

One could imagine: once Wu Xian and Shi Hao entered, the gentle drizzle would instantly become a torrential storm, annihilating all within.

Seeing this, Wu Xian merely smirked, stomped hard on the ground, and launched himself into the formation like a cannonball. The instant he landed, his fists slammed into the earth.

BOOM————!!!

A thunderclap erupted from nowhere.

Instantly, the entire Cave Heaven blessed land shook violently. The water curtain formation collapsed without resistance, not even a flicker.

The ground where Wu Xian struck collapsed and shattered, black fissures spreading like monstrous claws across the land, sweeping in all directions, making the entire blessed land sway like a tiny boat on a stormy sea.

Within the fissures, piece after piece of precious bone emerged—yet as they trembled, fine cracks appeared, then dissolved into dust and vanished.

Among the Rain Clan’s ranks, those who witnessed this felt their hearts bleed. These were decades of accumulated treasures—now gone. Even with the Rain Clan’s vast wealth, this was a colossal loss.

And this Blood-Handed Demon Child—could he truly be so monstrous? One punch shattered one of the Rain Clan’s strongest killing formations. Even their revered Twin-Eyed Saint might not have managed it.

Thinking this, some Rain Clan elders’ killing intent intensified.

The world doesn’t need someone this powerful to exist. Today, we must kill this boy here, no matter what!

“Kill!!”

With a roar, the Rain Clan’s inner sanctum erupted in flashes of light. Vast arrays of symbols ignited. Everyone attacked at once—runes surged like molten lava, all converging on Wu Xian. The sheer density and scale made onlookers’ scalps tingle.

Yet Wu Xian didn’t dodge or retreat. He strode forward toward the Rain Clan, letting the runes strike his body like a gentle breeze. Not a single hair was harmed—he didn’t even slow down.

“Monster! What kind of body is this?!”

“Impossible! It can’t be!”

“He must be protected by a treasure! Don’t panic! He won’t last long!!”

The Rain Clan stared in horror at Wu Xian, untouched amid the sea of runes, screaming in terror. Some even tried to exit the Phantom Divine Realm and flee.

Hummmmmm—

A phantom Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams diagram spread beneath his feet, sealing off all escape—even spiritual will couldn’t flee. It was the Luán Jīn Tuò Technique from the Feng Hou Mystic Array.

Wu Xian sneered, lifted his right foot slightly, then slammed it down with full force.

The Luán Jīn Tuò Technique dissolved. Simultaneously, a colossal Qilin paw materialized in midair and crushed down upon the Rain Clan’s core zone.

A golden shockwave erupted, ten times more terrifying than Wu Xian’s earlier formation-breaking strike, creating a nuclear explosion in midair.

Under the searing heat, mountains, buildings, formations, seals—all defenses turned to nothing, obliterated into void by the monstrous blast.

“Villain! How dare you!!”

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