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

Chen Xuan stood in the shattered void, his white hair like frost falling to his shoulders, his black martial attire fluttering in the gale.

The small tower floated in his dantian, and the hidden memories of the ancient immortal era surged through him like a tide, making his eyes ripple with the vicissitudes of time that spanned eras.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a wisp of imperial might emanating from his fingertips, pointing them down at the various races' prodigies as if instructing a child.

The golden wings of the Celestial Race trembled in the void, the wings of the Winged Race powerhouses tucked in, and the dark-patterned armor of the God-Demon Race gleamed with an unstable spiritual light—all the branches of the myriad races that remained here were singled out and rebuked by him, each word like a thunderclap:

"In the ancient times, your races were nothing more than vassals under the command of my human race! Your entire race was a bunch of useless trash who couldn't even produce a single Great Emperor. How dare you provoke my human race when the era changed? By that logic, during the War of Emperors, your races should have been sent to the Imperial Pass to fill the trenches and become cannon fodder!"

This rebuke was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, leaving all the geniuses of the myriad races frozen in place.

It's not that they don't believe it, but rather that the secrets of such an era-long separation have long been sealed in the deepest Daoist scriptures of the ancestral lands of each race, and their generation of younger generations has never even heard of them.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and his voice echoed across the land: "If anyone does not believe me, they can ask their clan leaders after returning to their clans, or peruse the fragments of the Immortal Ancient Daoist Canon, and see if there is any falsehood in what I have said!"

"The competition for the Star Void Immortal Fate is essentially a contest of the Great Dao among peers; strength, fortune, and opportunity are all indispensable! My ability to obtain the Seven-Colored Immortal Gold proves that my immortal fate surpasses yours by a hundredfold! Dissatisfied?"

He paused, his white hair dancing wildly, "Three thousand years from now, on the border of the Imperial Pass, let's see which realm and race will be the first to lose their territory and become food for the strange race!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan ignored the ashen-faced geniuses of the myriad races, and with a flick of his wrist, a beam of light enveloped Bai Qianhuan and the other disciples of the Heartless Holy Land, rushing straight into the exit barrier.

The various races' groups, who had stopped in the distant void, looked at each other in stunned disbelief. Even though they were burning with rage, they dared not touch the slightest part of the barrier set up by the combined forces of the Celestial Kings. They could only grit their teeth and utter harsh words:

"Three thousand years from now, at the Imperial Pass, a prodigy will surely come and take your dog head, Chen Xuan!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan burst into laughter, his voice resounding throughout the universe: "Very well! I, Chen Xuan, will be here to await you! I only fear that at that time, none of you so-called top geniuses of the myriad races will be worthy of my attention!"

Inside the Immortal King's barrier, however, lay a completely different scene.

The elites of the eight holy lands, including Dao Yi, Tian Yi, Han Jiu Ling, Xia Jiu You, and Zi Qing Shuang Jian, all smiled and stepped forward as Chen Xuan and his group descended from the sky.

The disciple of the Holy Son of Tianxuan quickly stepped forward. His aura was weak, and there was still bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious injuries during his escape. Yet, he still clasped his hands and laughed.

"Well said! Brother Chen Xuan's rebuke was truly satisfying! It gave us a good venting of our anger!"

"Senior Brother Chen Xuan is truly the pride of our Yanlong Realm sect! This time he has made all races suffer a setback. Let's see who dares to underestimate our lineage in the future!" A disciple clapped his hands in praise, his tone full of reverence.

"Exactly! If it weren't for these alien races interfering, I could have obtained that ancient divine substance!" Someone sighed in regret, but no one dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction towards Chen Xuan.

More than a hundred disciples from various races gathered around, all showing respect to Chen Xuan and the disciples of the Heartless Holy Land.

In the cultivation world, strength is the ultimate power. The weak are easily robbed and killed, while the strong are revered by all.

Such a scene of being surrounded by admirers has not been recorded in the ancient texts of the Heartless Holy Land for over a thousand years.

The disciples were all flushed. In the past, during the ranking battles of the Holy Land, they had always been supporting characters. Now, they could actually stand up and be proud alongside Chen Xuan. How could they not be excited?

Chen Xuan cupped his hands in greeting and smiled at the four directions, his voice gentle: "Everyone, please find a place to heal your injuries and restore your magical and divine power." He waved to his fellow disciples to settle down, and then slowly walked into the circle of Dao Yi and the others.

At this moment, only the second holy son Mo Xingyan, the third holy son Lu Jinxiao, and the first holy daughter Su Qingci remain as representatives of the Yao Guang Holy Land—the first holy son Yao Guang has already perished under Chen Xuan's sword.

Just now, Chen Xuan confronted the geniuses of the ten realms and myriad races alone, and even dared to name and scold them one by one. They had already found out the cause and effect and knew the amazing achievements Chen Xuan had made in the Immortal Ancient Relic Array.

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry, fearing that Chen Xuan would take his anger out on the Yao Guang lineage because of Xiao Xuanche's matter.

Fortunately, after Lu Xueqi returned to Yao Guang, Chen Xuan and the disciples of the Jueqing Holy Land did not make things difficult for them.

The three found a secluded spot to meditate and regulate their breathing. Su Qingci gazed at the inner circle chatting and laughing not far away, her envy barely concealed, and sighed softly:

"Who would have thought that Xiao Xuanche's death would actually make Lu Xueqi a star; this trip to the Devouring Demon Star Void has further solidified Chen Xuan's unparalleled prestige among his peers."

Mo Xingyan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The world is ever-changing, beyond human control. Perhaps with Chen Xuan's help, Lu Xueqi could become the first female Holy Master in the history of Yao Guang."

Lu Jinxiao joked, "In that case, the one who is most wronged is Senior Sister Qingci. In terms of seniority and strength, you were originally the number one Holy Maiden of the sect, but now you have been overshadowed by Senior Sister Xueqi."

Su Qingci gave a helpless smile, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade talisman in her sleeve:

"Before entering the formation, I asked my master why he didn't let Senior Sister Xueqi go with me."

At this point, her tone became increasingly melancholy, "Master said that Xueqi doesn't need to do anything herself; someone will find opportunities for her and deliver them to her personally."

These words made both Mo Xingyan and Lu Jinxiao's eyes widen in surprise.

The opportunities in this world are extremely dangerous. Every treasure of heaven and earth can only be obtained through bloody battles. How dare Chen Xuan make such a boastful statement!

Mo Xingyan gazed at the distant figures of Chen Xuan and the holy sons of the eight holy lands, chatting and laughing, and sighed:

"Comparisons are truly infuriating. In terms of appearance and demeanor, Senior Sister Qingci is by no means inferior to Senior Sister Xueqi... It's just that opportunities and luck cannot be forced."

He paused, lowering his voice slightly, "I wonder how much Seven-Colored Immortal Gold he obtained on this trip."

Upon hearing the words "Seven-Colored Immortal Gold," a barely suppressed greed flashed in the eyes of all three, but it was forcibly suppressed in an instant.

Leaving aside whether the three of them could defeat Xiao Xuanche together, even if they had that strength, they would never dare to scheme against Chen Xuan.

After the Holy Land Ranking Battle, Chen Xuan was already the apple of the eye of the Heartless Holy Land. If any expert above the Heavenly Immortal Realm dared to touch him, they would surely suffer the wrath of the Heartless Immortal King.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing helplessness in the other's eyes. They then closed their eyes and focused on healing their injuries.

Time flowed silently within the barrier, and nearly two months had passed in the blink of an eye.

For cultivators, this amount of time is but a fleeting moment.

On this day, the space-time within the barrier suddenly trembled violently. One by one, the portable immortal mansions suspended in mid-air shrank and turned into streams of light that disappeared into their owners' sleeves. One after another, powerful young men and women appeared.

"The time has come! It seems the eight Holy Lords and God-Kings are preparing to join forces to break through the void barrier!" someone shouted, his tone filled with eager anticipation.

"Finally, I'm leaving this damned quasi-emperor battlefield! Although I've faced countless dangers along the way, I've gained a lot. After some seclusion back home, my strength will surely reach a new level!"

"Me too! I have only grasped a trace of the eternal Dao this time, and I need to go into seclusion for two hundred years to fully digest it!"