System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Within the area suppressed by the myriad divine rays of the Enlightenment Tree, this world seemed to be bound by an invisible shackle. Although the technique of shifting the universe could not be used, the essence of space was still fluctuating slightly, as if waiting for a powerful being to control it.

Chen Xuan's black robes fluttered in the wind as his cold gaze swept over the Tianlong County cultivators who were fleeing in all directions like startled birds, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

His body was enveloped in crimson divine power that surged and churned like magma. After just a few sword strikes, a series of sharp whistling sounds filled the air, and streaks of sword light flashed with a chilling, eerie glow, appearing and disappearing as they pursued him.

The sword beams, like blades from hell, tore through the constraints of space, disappeared into it, and then emerged like ghosts from an unexpected spatial exit.

Each appearance of the sword light was accompanied by a shrill scream. The fleeing cultivators from Tianlong County had no time to put up any effective resistance before being mercilessly killed by the sword light.

"what!"

"No, I'm innocent!"

"Chen Xuan, I curse you, I...I!"

Desperate cries echoed in the void, but Chen Xuan remained unmoved, his eyes filled only with icy killing intent.

After this happened several times, all the cultivators in Tianlong County were killed, like candles flickering in the wind.

This bloody and terrifying scene was witnessed by cultivators on several battlefields nearby, where fierce fighting was taking place. They were all terrified and retreated as far away as possible, as if Chen Xuan were a demon from the abyss, and anyone who got close would be devoured.

Even cultivators from other star regions began whispering among themselves, inquiring about Chen Xuan's whereabouts, their hearts filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Chen Xuan did not linger. Like a nimble eagle, he quickly flew towards another battlefield, the direction where the Dragon Hunter Clan and the Heavenly Xuan Clan were located.

While traveling, Chen Xuan did not forget to turn his head to look at Bai Qianhuan's location.

As expected, with Bai Qianhuan's return to the team like a god descending to earth, the combined offensive of the second-generation disciples of Dao Yi Holy Land and the Nalan clan members instantly faltered.

Many of the disciples who had previously been arrogant and domineering immediately activated forbidden techniques in an attempt to resist Bai Qianhuan's fierce attacks, which were like a storm.

With Bai Qianhuan's appearance, the three heroes of the Nalan clan, who initially chose to help Dao Yi Holy Land without hesitation, found themselves in an awkward situation where they couldn't back down.

The Heartless Holy Land ranks only ninth among the ten holy lands of the Flame Dragon Realm. It is a newly established holy land that has only been around for tens of thousands of years, and its foundation is relatively weak.

Dao Yi Holy Land ranks sixth in the world, with a long history spanning countless years and an extremely profound foundation.

Before Bai Qianhuan appeared, the three members of the Nalan clan, based on their assessment of the powerful strength of the Dao Yi Holy Land, chose to help the Dao Yi Holy Land without hesitation.

But now, seeing Bai Qianhuan's unstoppable and domineering demeanor, their plans began to waver.

"Brother, I didn't expect the next Holy Son of the Heartless Saint would actually join the war. This is troublesome." Nalan Yuze's face was ugly, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a trace of panic. He stared intently at the unstoppable Bai Qianhuan and urgently transmitted his voice.

"Hmph, the Dao Yi Holy Land actually dared to deceive us!" Nalan Junze's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

If the Dao Yi Holy Land team hadn't explicitly told them that only second-generation disciples of the Jueqing Holy Land were participating in the secret realm, how could they have so easily chosen sides?

"What should we do now?" Nalan Fengming's voice was tinged with anxiety. She looked at her two brothers with a mixture of anticipation and confusion in her eyes.