The Bridge of Helplessness shot through the void, slipping through the fiery glow of the Red Sun Divine Tree with incredible ease. It materialized abruptly before the magnificent Celestial Palace nestled beneath the tree’s crown.

With a furious roar, the Celestial City Peak Elder charged into the Celestial Palace.

Dozens of Yinluo Sect cultivators from the Bridge of Helplessness followed close behind him.

The next moment.

Violent energy fluctuations erupted from the Celestial Palace. In an instant, the aftershocks of the battle shattered the vast, magnificent palace, and it began to collapse.

As a result, the Red Sun Divine Tree was left without a cultivator to control it. The power of the Fire Leaves invading Yinluo Island immediately diminished, and they lost their spiritual animation, freezing in place. This gave the island’s assembled cultivators a chance to breathe.

Beneath the Red Sun Divine Tree, over a hundred Life Talisman Cultivators from both sects were locked in a chaotic melee. Magical Artifacts flashed with blinding streams of multicolored light, producing a continuous series of thunderous booms.

Fang Cheng, Feng Ziang, and their five companions roamed the battlefield as a single unit, continuously reaping the lives of Flame God Palace cultivators.

Their method was brutally simple. Fang Cheng would deploy the Immortal Binding Rope to restrain a Flame God Palace Elder, and then the other six would strike as one, killing their opponent in a heartbeat.

Then, they would move on to the next target.

In just a few short moments, eight Early Life Talisman Stage Elders and three Mid-Life Talisman Stage Elders had died at the hands of the seven.

The balance of power between the two sides had been shattered by their group of seven.

The three remaining Late-Life Talisman Stage Earth Elders were occupied by powerful Yinluo Sect Elders of a similar level, like the one from Celestial City Peak. For the moment, they were completely unable to help their fellow sect members.

The Celestial City Peak Elder transformed into a thirty-foot-tall giant. His silvery-white beard hung to his waist, and his body was covered in muscles that bulged like steel. Black markings covered his skin, and his muscles, swollen and dense to their absolute limit, resembled compressed Profound Iron Immortal Gold, gleaming with a hard, cold metallic sheen.

What he cultivated was none other than one of the nine great arts of the Yinluo Sect: the Netherworld Dharma Body.

It was the specialized Divine Technique of Celestial City Peak!

Mastering this art not only granted one titanic strength like that of a Divine Demon, but also allowed one to refine their physical body to the absolute limit, enabling it to turn ethereal and traverse the Endless Void!

A faint Profound Light surfaced on his body. His flesh, once as hard and solid as profound iron, quietly turned ethereal, causing the fiery Divine Technique blasted by the Flame God Palace Earth Elder to hit nothing but air.

Yet the light, almost casual punch he threw seemed to carry the weight of a toppling mountain, making the very void tremble. It struck with the force of a terrifying, ferocious beast.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Fang Cheng spotted an old acquaintance.

It was Ren Yan, dressed in the robes of a scholar!

The Yinluo Sect cultivators had mistaken him for someone from the Flame God Palace and were besieging him. He was in a perilous situation, narrowly dodging one fatal blow after another.

At that moment, the Earth Elder battling the Celestial City Peak Elder suddenly threw back his head and let out a long, piercing cry. Fiery light erupted from his body as the phantom image of a Flame God manifested behind him.

He deliberately took several hits from the Celestial City Peak Elder. His body began to disintegrate, and it was clear he wouldn’t survive.

But without a shred of hesitation, he formed a series of hand seals and fired several Spells in quick succession at the Red Sun Divine Tree.

BOOM!!

A chill went down the spines of the Yinluo Sect members.

They looked up to see an infinite torrent of fire emerge from the lush, dome-like crown of the Red Sun Divine Tree and come surging downward.

A Yinluo Sect True Disciple, positioned near the crown, was engulfed by the fiery torrent. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was incinerated into ash.

The Celestial City Peak Elder’s eye twitched. "Get on the bridge!" he barked.

The words had barely left his mouth, and he was already on the Bridge of Helplessness.

The other Yinluo Sect members hastily abandoned their opponents and flew toward the Tier Three Middle Grade Stone Bridge.

Just as the sky-filling inferno was about to descend, the Bridge of Helplessness abruptly pierced the void and vanished, leaving a trail of afterimages in its wake.

A few Inner Sect Elders and True Disciples, whose escape was a fraction too slow, were too far away to land on the Bridge of Helplessness. They were directly swallowed by the fiery light...

Dozens of miles away, the Bridge of Helplessness emerged from the void.

The Celestial City Peak Elder stood at the front of the bridge. His voice was cold as ice as he said, "The Flame God Palace had three Earth Elders. One is dead, two remain. Everyone, follow me back into the fight."

The crowd looked at the tall Elder, feeling his palpable, intense killing intent. They all fell silent, not daring to voice any objections.

Still, the memory of the Elders and disciples who had just perished beneath the Red Sun Divine Tree left everyone with a heavy heart.

Just as the Bridge of Helplessness was about to charge back under the canopy of the Red Sun Divine Tree, Fang Cheng suddenly sensed something. His face lit up with joy as he said, "Elder, wait!"

The Celestial City Peak Elder’s brow furrowed. He was about to speak when he, too, sensed something and instinctively looked up toward the sky.

「Beneath the Red Sun Divine Tree.」

Ren Yan abruptly looked up at the sky, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face.

’Rotten luck!’ he muttered, his face dark. Without a moment’s hesitation, he produced the Blood-Colored Bead.

Then, his figure flickered like a phantom and vanished from sight.

The Blood-Colored Bead spun in the air, then abruptly tore through the void and vanished without a trace.

A moment later, a grand and imposing White Bone Palace suddenly materialized in the sky above the Red Sun Divine Tree.

The entire Daoist Palace was crafted from white bone, covered in bizarre and intricate patterns. It emanated an ancient and pure demonic aura.

A mysterious Demonic Light emerged from it, illuminating half the sky.

Then, the massive palace, carrying a terrifying, awe-inspiring might, hurtled violently toward the Red Sun Divine Tree.

It turned out to be the master and disciple duo, Sun Fuguo and Cai Li. They had driven off Ren Yan’s senior sister-apprentice and returned just in time.

Fang Cheng had sacrificed one of his Dream Spirits to help Sun Fuguo severely wound the nun, turning the tide of that battle in a single stroke.

BOOM!!

A deafening explosion instantly echoed across the skies above the Abyssal Marsh.

For the first time since the war began, the two Fourth-rank Magical Artifacts had clashed head-on.

Both treasures shuddered violently and were sent flying backward.

In that fleeting moment, a sword light flared to life.

A cold, murderous Sword Aura shot out from the Bone Daoist Palace. It instantly split into a thousand streams, flowing like a river into the fiery glow that enveloped the Red Sun Divine Tree.

The tide of sword light washed back and forth, scouring everything within the flames. Countless blades of Sword Aura pierced deep into the tree’s crown in a mad slaughter.

RUMBLE...

Intense globes of fire exploded one after another, and the life signatures of the cultivators within were snuffed out.

No matter how the remaining Flame God Palace Elders tried to hide or resist, none could escape the might of that single sword technique.

This was the third form of the Netherworld Sword Technique: Nether Diagram.

When used by Sun Fuguo, who had elevated his Magical Power to the Life Soul Realm, the technique was devastatingly powerful.

Such was the lethality of a Sword Cultivator!

The sword light was unleashed and retracted in an instant. The oppressive spiritual pressure in the area suddenly eased, and even the intense fiery glow of the Red Sun Divine Tree seemed to have weakened considerably.

A furious roar echoed from high in the heavens. A shocking spiritual explosion bloomed in the distant sky, looking like a second, blazing sun.

Judging by the voice, it was the Celestial Elder of the Flame God Palace, Xu Tianci, roaring in shock and rage.

The Bone Daoist Palace slowly turned and flew toward the disturbance.

At the same time, the Red Sun Divine Tree suddenly shot into the air, transforming into a tremendous streak of fiery light that flew toward the horizon.

Seeing this, all the onlookers breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Fang Cheng’s expression was calm. He slowly recalled the Immortal Binding Rope, then cupped his fist to bid farewell to Feng Ziang and the others.

Having survived such a life-and-death battle together, they all felt a sense of camaraderie.

Fang Cheng’s thoughts were with his beautiful wife and concubines back in his Cave Mansion. He activated the Yin Yang Heaven Escape Technique, and his body, wrapped in streams of black and white energy, vanished in an instant as if he had teleported.

「Demon Lion Peak, Canglan Cave.」

The area before the Cave Mansion was a complete wreck. Rubble was strewn everywhere, ancient trees were snapped in two, and fires raged.

Fang Cheng landed, his Escape Light dissipating. With a wave of his wide sleeve, the Li Hen Demon Light shot out silently. It circled the area with fluid grace, and in moments, it had snuffed out all the flames.

The protective wards on Canglan Cave were only second-rank and had already been broken.

Fang Cheng walked into the cave and found that the furnishings inside were still relatively intact.

Ye Yan, Die’Er, and Dong Qing were all inside the Cave Mansion. When they saw him enter, the looks of worry and terror on their faces instantly vanished.

"Husband...!"

"My lord...!"

"Young Master...!"

Ye Yan cried out softly, her face alight with joyous surprise, and threw herself into Fang Cheng’s arms.

A delicate fragrance wafted from her, as crisp and clean as snow-laden plums, soothing the soul.

At that moment, Fang Cheng’s tense spirit finally relaxed. He held his beautiful wife’s soft, graceful body close, unwilling to let go.