Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Instead of searching for materials to build a bridge like the others, Xingluo took out a palm-sized flying artifact carved with strange runes from his storage bag.

This magical artifact is pure white, radiating a soft glow, like a jade butterfly about to take flight.

“I got this by chance before,” Xingluo explained, “maybe it can take us there.” Everyone was stunned. This sudden idea was like a lightning bolt that pierced the dull air.

However, when Xingluo activated the magical artifact, a sudden change occurred.

The magical artifact trembled violently, as if it were being interfered with by some invisible force, and its flight path became erratic, like a withered leaf in the wind.

The people standing on it were pale-faced, gripping the edge of the magical artifact tightly, afraid that they would fall into the bottomless abyss if they lost their footing.

Fear surged into my heart like a tidal wave, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Just then, the medicine box in the hands of the Spirit Clan physician fell to the ground with a "bang," and the precious medicinal herbs scattered all over the ground, some even rolling into the ditch.

The doctor's expression changed drastically. He instinctively reached out to grab it, but his body suddenly lurched forward, almost falling headfirst.

Everyone gasped in shock, watching helplessly as the rare medicinal herbs disappeared into the darkness, their hearts breaking.

At the critical moment, a glint flashed in Ye Yunjian's eyes, and the Crimson Sky Sword, a divine weapon he had obtained from the mysterious hermit Ziyan, emitted a dazzling red light.

A powerful force surged forth, stabilizing the precariously teetering flying artifact.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the joy of surviving the ordeal spread across their faces.

However, before they could rejoice for long, a flock of enormous birds suddenly flew out from the depths of the chasm. They were huge, with sharp, hooked beaks, and emitted piercing cries as they swooped down toward the group.

Murong Feng and Ye Yunjian drew their swords without hesitation to meet the attack. The swords flashed and collided with the sharp claws of the flying bird, producing a series of metallic clangs.

Xuanfeng and the Spirit Clan sage also cast spells to help the two defend against the birds' attacks.

The spirit girl hugged Ye Yunjian tightly around the neck, buried her head in his chest, her eyes full of dependence and adoration.

Ye Yunjian gently patted her back, offering her silent comfort.

After a fierce battle, the birds were finally driven back, and everyone landed on the opposite bank, exhausted.

Before they could even catch their breath, the sight before them stunned them once again—a massive, winding maze, like a sleeping behemoth, lay before them.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"This..." Murong Feng began to speak, but then suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on an object shimmering with a ghostly light deep within the maze. He murmured, "What is that?"

The entrance to the maze resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, eerie and mysterious.

A light mist, like a thin veil, veils the interior of the maze, adding to its eeriness.

On the wall, strange runes shimmered with an eerie light, like ancient incantations, foreshadowing unknown dangers.

Ye Yunjian took a deep breath, his eyes resolute, and stepped into the maze first.

Soon after entering the maze, dangers began to strike one after another.

On the ground, sharp spikes sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain; overhead, boulders crashed down with a deafening roar.

Everyone scrambled to avoid the danger, still shaken.

The experienced Elder Xuanfeng attempted to use magic to detect flaws in the mechanism, only to be astonished to discover that magic was restricted in this area!

An invisible pressure enveloped everyone, and anxiety permeated the air.

Just as everyone was in a panic, the Spirit Clan sage was different from ordinary people. He did not rush to hide, but instead focused on observing the runes on the wall.

He keenly realized that these runes were not merely decorations, but an ancient guide to the labyrinth!

Following the rune's instructions, he began to lead the group forward, an action that was like a beacon in the darkness, instantly dispelling their anxiety.

However, the labyrinth was far more treacherous than they had imagined.

Murong Feng was careless and his leg was cut by a sharp thorn, bleeding profusely and hindering his movement.

This undoubtedly put enormous pressure on the entire team, and a tense atmosphere descended once again, like the calm before a storm.

At the critical moment, Ye Yunjian stepped forward.

He activated the divine artifact, mobilized the power of the Xuanhuo Sect's techniques within his body, and struck the wall blocking his path with a fierce blow!

boom!

With a loud bang, the wall collapsed instantly, sending debris flying everywhere.

A new path appeared before everyone, and the light of hope was rekindled.

Guided by the Eldar sages, the group moved swiftly along the correct path.

Finally, they saw the exit of the maze!

Sunlight shone on everyone's faces, and their joy was palpable.

The spirit girl excitedly rushed towards Ye Yunjian, hugging him tightly, her eyes sparkling with happiness and adoration.

Ye Yunjian gently embraced her, a victorious smile on his face.

The group returned home in glory, carrying with them the treasures, martial arts manuals, and divine artifacts they had obtained from the labyrinth's treasure vault.

The entire Xuanhuo Sect erupted in cheers, lining the streets to welcome the hero's return.

Ye Yunjian became a hero revered by everyone, and his name resounded throughout the entire Xuanhuo Sect.

At the celebration banquet, there was constant drinking and laughter.

Ye Yunjian raised his wine glass, about to drink it all in one gulp, when he suddenly felt a strange chill... He put down his glass, his gaze swept over everyone, and a barely perceptible cold smile appeared on his lips.

Ha, does the Xuanhuo Sect really think I, Ye Yunjian, am still the same foolish boy who could be easily manipulated in my previous life?

The celebratory banquet seemed like a farce, and amidst the noise, Ye Yunjian keenly sensed a discordant note.

That chill was not unfounded; it came from a cold gaze emanating from a corner—the Grand Elder of the Xuanhuo Sect.

The old man's jealousy was almost tangible, coiling around him like a venomous snake, making him nauseous.

"Hmph, what an arrogant brat! He just got lucky and obtained a few treasures, yet he dares to flaunt his power in front of me?" The First Elder crushed the wine cup in his hand, the sharp porcelain shards piercing his palm and drawing blood, but he was completely oblivious, staring intently at Ye Yunjian's back, his mind churning with vicious schemes.

Rumors always travel faster than flying swords.

"Have you heard? That brat Ye Yunjian used some underhanded methods in the maze to get those treasures!"

"Yes, I also heard that he has an ambiguous relationship with those demonesses from the Spirit Clan. I'm afraid he might have betrayed the sect's interests!"

These foul words spread like a plague within the sect.

The disciples, unaware of the truth, looked at Ye Yunjian with a shift from admiration to suspicion, and even contempt.

Ye Yunjian is neither deaf nor stupid.

He suppressed the anger in his chest, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

This feeling was just like the helplessness and anger he felt when his master betrayed him in his previous life, but this time, he would never repeat the same mistake!

"Junior brother, why get angry? The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty."

Unexpectedly, it was Murong Feng who stepped forward.

This usually taciturn senior brother stood like a mountain in front of Ye Yunjian.

He didn't offer a passionate defense; he simply took out a photographic stone.

The photo stone clearly records the process of exploring the maze.

How Ye Yunjian fought against the demonic beasts, how he solved the traps, how he cooperated with the wise men of the Spirit Clan... everything was clear and undeniable.

"This...this..." The disciples who had been pointing and whispering were now speechless and lowered their heads in shame.

The Grand Elder's face instantly turned ashen.

He never expected that Murong Feng would have this trick up his sleeve!

"Hmph, even so, it cannot cover up the fact that you have no respect for your elders and are arrogant!" The First Elder roared in a fit of rage, "Guards, take Ye Yunjian to the Cliff of Repentance and make him face the wall for a month!"

Ye Yunjian glanced coldly at the Grand Elder, but did not resist.

He knew that arguing at this moment was pointless.

Cliff of Repentance?

That's good, it's a good opportunity to calm down and plan the next steps.

However, his figure appeared particularly lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It is the loneliness of being betrayed by someone you trusted, the desolation of unfulfilled ambitions.

"Brother Yunjian!"

In the darkness, a charming figure broke the silence of the Cliff of Contemplation.

It's Ling Ji.

She carried the food box, her eyes gleaming with worry.

"Silly girl, what brings you here?" Ye Yunjian felt a warmth in his heart, and his tone softened.

"I was worried about you... I secretly brought all this food and this secret manual." Ling Ji's voice choked with emotion. "Don't worry, I will definitely help you find out the truth and clear your name!"

Ye Yunjian accepted the food box and the secret manual, a strange feeling of emotion welling up in his heart.

This girl is always so reckless... He opened the manual, his eyes gradually becoming fervent.

This secret manual is actually the long-lost secret technique of the Xuanhuo Sect—the Nine Revolutions Xuanhuo Technique!

With it, perhaps...

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

When Ye Yunjian reappeared before everyone, he had undergone a complete transformation.

His aura was more restrained, yet it still exuded a chilling pressure.

That was a sign of his minor success in the Nine Revolutions Profound Fire Technique, and also a harbinger of the storm he was about to unleash!

"Elder, how have you been?" Ye Yunjian spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

The Grand Elder's body trembled involuntarily.

He looked at Ye Yunjian, his eyes filled with shock, jealousy, and a hint of fear.

"Ye Yunjian, you...you dare to address me by my given name?"

"Heh, your name?" Ye Yunjian sneered, approaching the Grand Elder step by step. "I'd like to ask you, what are your intentions in framing me like this?"

The elder, though blustering, roared, "You...you're talking nonsense! When have I ever framed you?"

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if invisible swords were clashing.

The entire clan was completely silent, all eyes were on them, waiting for the storm to break out.

“Fine, since you won’t admit it…” Ye Yunjian slowly raised his right hand.