I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The outer perimeter of the Stone Flame Spirit Treasury, the Heavenly Domain.

In the dark clouds, numerous spaceships of the demonic path floated like stars, with one large ship resembling an aerial fortress.

The ship was enormous and majestic, like a steel behemoth, with sharp edges and menacing decorations covering its hull.

Above the deck, a towering tower stands.

On the top floor of the tower, several Earth-level Supremes from the Demon Heaven Sect, Purple Nether Sect, and Dragon Demon Palace sat at a long table.

The three demonic sects mobilized a considerable force for this operation, with nine sect leaders alone!

At this moment, the four sect leaders of the Demon Thunder Sect and the Shadow Sect of the Demon Heaven Sect, and the Blood Sword Sect and the Blood Sword Sect of the Dragon Demon Palace all had grim expressions.

The fact that their sons' life lamps went out one after another meant that they had died in battle at Lingzang.

Members of the Demonic Cult are cold-hearted by nature, and fratricide is common.

The four sect leaders were far more angry than saddened; with this person dead, the resources they had cultivated over the years would be wasted.

"Gentlemen, please accept my condolences. No one survives a battlefield."

Seated in the main seat was a middle-aged demonic cultivator from the Purple Nether Sect, dressed in a magnificent robe.

His purple robes shimmered with an eerie light in the dim glow, embroidered with intricate and mysterious patterns that spoke of his extraordinary status.

His face was imposing and extraordinary, yet also ruthless and merciless.

Purple Nether Gate, Purple Ashes.

The internal structure of the Purple Nether Sect differs from that of the Demon Heaven Sect and the Dragon Demon Palace. The sect leader holds a relatively higher position and is responsible for coordinating this operation.

"You make it sound so easy, but you haven't lost your son!"

In the Dragon Demon Palace, Duan Tian, ​​the sect leader of the Blood Sword Sect, slammed his fist on the table and began to curse.

It's difficult for sects to cooperate, and even though the demonic path has joined forces, the atmosphere is still highly volatile.

Zi Jin's words were less of a consolation and more of a sarcastic remark.

Zi Jin snorted coldly, a hint of disdain surfacing deep in his eyes.

His son, Zi Yan, has the bearing of an emperor! He's at the fifth level of the Divine Realm and possesses fire-type talent, unlike your useless sons!

"Alright, let's get back to business. It's time to end this farce."

……

Inside the Spirit Treasury, at its core, lies the erupting volcano.

More than ten disciples of the Xuantian Sect walked through the billowing smoke, carefully avoiding the lava beneath their feet.

These disciples are all at the first level of the Innate Realm, the Profound Pass Realm.

Such combat power would be cannon fodder in this Spirit Realm, yet they have not suffered any casualties.

This all stems from one of their true disciples.

Zhang Haoran!

“Senior Brother Zhang, you are a good person.” A female disciple stood next to Zhang Haoran. Although she was covered in dust and dirt, her beautiful face was still visible.

"Why are you swearing at me for no reason?!" Zhang Haoran said angrily.

"I mean, Senior Brother Zhang, you're such a kind person. If it weren't for us, you could have left on your own," the female disciple hurriedly said.

Zhang Haoran's leg skills were unparalleled. He didn't engage in prolonged fights; instead, he charged forward headfirst, and even those at the second level of the Innate Realm couldn't stop him.

However, Zhang Haoran did not abandon them, but ventured deeper into the core area, avoiding the demonic cultivators of the Demon Heaven Sect.

“Abandoning fellow disciples is a violation of the sect rules. Who told me to run into you?” Zhang Haoran said coldly.

He is heartless, devoid of emotion, and will not tolerate being called a good person.

Suddenly, Zhang Haoran's expression changed, and he shouted, "Scatter!"

The experienced Xuantian Sect disciples behind them immediately retreated to a safe distance.

Several demonic cultivators from the Purple Nether Sect appeared from the thick smoke directly ahead.

The Xuantian Sect and the Ziyou Sect did not often interact, but they were unlucky enough to bump into each other on the road and a chase ensued.

"Reverse Butterfly!" Zhang Haoran shouted.

He called out Ni Die's name, but it wasn't meant as calling her by name.

Two Xuantian Sect disciples carried the Reverse Butterfly up.

The butterfly remained motionless, perfectly still.

The body is covered by a layer of translucent, crystalline substance, like a fine spider web.

Every covered area shimmered with a mysterious luster.

The pale red crystals, like a silkworm spinning a cocoon, tightly enveloped the person.

The sharply defined crystals exuded a chilling aura, their surfaces gleaming with a sharp, cold light, like countless invisible blades.

Zhang Haoran grabbed Ni Die's ankles with both hands, charged into the demonic cultivators, and spun around in place with his legs.

The butterfly in their hands spun around, and the two of them became like spinning tops.

The demonic cultivator's sharp weapons, his hard armor, or even himself would break if he touched this 'spinning top' even slightly.

It turns out that in a recent attack, Nidie was seriously injured and bleeding profusely.

After giving her touching last words, Nidie did not die.

The flowing blood turned into delicate crystalline threads, spreading throughout the body, constantly growing and thickening.

Finally, the crystal, indestructible, protected the sleeping Reverse Butterfly.

By sheer chance, Zhang Haoran discovered that he could also wield the weapon to kill enemies!

Zhang Haoran and others speculated that it was related to the "Art of War" cultivated by Ni Die.

The reverse butterfly itself transforms into a divine weapon!

It possesses immense destructive power and can disregard differences in cultivation level.

"Split our forces into two groups and slaughter all his fellow disciples!"

After several demonic cultivators from the Purple Nether Sect died, they dared not advance and changed their target, attacking the disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect.

Zhang Haoran was extremely anxious, but there was no time to change direction.

Once they stop, the lurking demonic cultivators will deliver a fatal blow.

Perhaps, as that female disciple said, he should leave with the Reverse Butterfly.

He was never a good person, always alone, and had no friends in the Xuantian Sect.

He had done his best; it was his disciples who held him back.

If he had even one person at the second level of the Innate Realm, he wouldn't be in such a predicament.

Do not!

In the end, these thoughts led to the emergence of a figure.

If it were him, he would never leave.

I must protect myself!

Not for others, but to protect your own heart.

How others see you is not important; what matters is how you see yourself.

His original true energy is called Haoran True Energy, which not only matches his name but also has its own characteristics.

The righteous energy is the same as the noble spirit.

Mighty and majestic, upright and grand!

With a single thought, Zhang Haoran felt the vastness of the universe expand, and immediately discovered that his first divine treasure was overflowing, thus entering the second realm of the innate realm.

In an instant, the spinning top soared upwards like a tornado.

The demonic cultivators, who had been maintaining a safe distance, were caught off guard and mercilessly slaughtered.

Zhang Haoran abruptly stopped, swept out from the wind, and dealt with all the other demonic cultivators who were attacking the Xuantian Sect disciples.

"Senior Brother Zhang! You've broken through to a higher realm!"

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect wept with joy; this was truly a miraculous escape from a desperate situation.

"That's great! Senior Brother Zhang is so strong, we'll definitely be able to get out of here," another disciple said.

Zhang Haoran's confidence also soared. With the Reverse Butterfly in hand, it wouldn't be difficult to carve out a bloody path.

"Strong? Just how strong?"

Just then, a mocking voice came from behind.

When Zhang Haoran and the others looked over, their joy vanished completely.

Another group of demonic cultivators from the Purple Nether Sect appeared.

The leader possesses five layers of divine power!

Purple Nether Gate, Purple Flame!

"Heaven is unjust!"

Some disciples cried out in sorrow.

Zhang Haoran has just broken through to the first level of the Divine Realm. Even if the enemy is at the second or even third level, with the Reverse Butterfly in hand, there is still hope.

They're at the fifth level of the Divine Treasury Realm right off the bat, how am I supposed to fight that?