247: Chapter 247 is sufficient for now.

On Zizhu Peak, the sea of clouds rippled slightly.

Xuan Yangzi stared blankly at the now calm but seemingly still lingering Void Realm, filled with endless destructive fluctuations. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed with difficulty.

He slowly turned his head to look at Gu Changge, who was still leisurely sipping tea beside him, as if he had just brushed away a speck of dust. His voice carried a subtle tremor: "Changge..."

He paused, his face full of the shock that screamed, "I know you're powerful, but I didn't expect you to be *this* powerful."

"Honestly, tell This Elder from the bottom of your heart, just how strong is Little Black?"

He knew Gu Changge was very strong, unfathomably strong.

From being able to produce Emperor-Grade Cultivation Technique and enlightenment tea, to casually improving Old Ancestor's root bone, and then to annihilating Demon Heaven Sect with a flick of a finger, he had repeatedly raised his estimation of this Junior Brother, thinking he had already speculated as much as possible in the "inhuman" direction.

But it wasn't until today that he personally witnessed the black bird, which usually lounged lazily on Gu Changge's shoulder, expand into its sky-obscuring true form. It forced a Supreme Emperor Weapon to self-destruct in a near-crushing manner, completely erasing an immortal Holy Land from the earth.

And Gu Changge hadn't even personally arrived; he merely pointed casually from across the endless Void Realm, bestowing upon the dying Supreme Emperor Weapon the power to ultimately kill a Supreme!

This had already exceeded the boundaries of his imagination!

Gu Changge slowly put down the melon seeds in his hand upon hearing this.

He looked up at Xuan Yangzi, whose face clearly said, "Please tell me so I can die in peace," his gaze calm, his tone indifferent: "It's enough for now."

Xuan Yangzi was stunned: "Enough for now?"

He thought to himself: "What does Changge mean by this? Can it be understood as being able to rampage across the Xuanhuang Great World from now on?"

Thinking of this, Xuan Yangzi's expression softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upwards.

Gu Changge seemed to see through his momentary smugness, his eyes shifting slightly as he softly said: "Senior Brother. This world is far more complex and dangerous than you and I imagine... Perhaps, what we saw today with the Forbidden Zone Supremes and the Fallen God Ruins... is just the tip of the iceberg."

Thinking of this, Gu Changge's fingertip gathered a wisp of faint light, which quietly entered the Void Realm.

He didn't say much, picking up his teacup again, his gaze fixed on the rolling clouds, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Almost at the moment Gu Changge transmitted his message, above the battlefield, the sky-obscuring fierce bird, Little Black, slowly reined in its terrifying aura. Its body gradually shrank to the size of a common hawk, yet its world- Disdaining majesty remained undiminished.

Its cold pupils swept over all the prying Divine Thoughts and figures below. A detached but Heavenly Dao-like mental fluctuation clearly entered the Sea of Consciousness of every living being.

"Within a hundred years, in competition among peers, life and death are destined, and I will not interfere."

Upon these words, the entire scene fell silent.

The young Cultivators' eyes flickered, but the older generation's hearts tightened. Peer competition would be unhindered, and they absolutely could not cross the line!

Little Black's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a bone-chilling coldness capable of freezing Divine Souls: "But if anyone presumes to bully the young with their age, or the weak with their strength!"

It paused, its icy will like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

"Then, they should carefully consider the fate of Glazed Holy Land."

A naked threat of annihilation!

No one dared to doubt the veracity of these words; even the old monsters lurking in the shadows quickly reined in their Divine Thoughts, not daring to make the slightest move.

As the words fell, Little Black flapped its wings and soared, transforming into a black streak that shot into the sky. It circled above the clouds for a moment, its gaze sweeping over the abyss below, before slowly coming to a stop.

"Within a hundred years... all considered peers?"

In the distance, a Cultivator muttered, repeating the words, his gaze involuntarily falling upon the few young faces at the edge of the abyss that looked no older than twenty, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Those few... at most in their early twenties, right? This great demon actually defines 'peers' as up to a hundred years old? What immense confidence is this!"

Someone gasped.

"Confidence? It's more like absolute crushing power!"

A knowledgeable old man said in a deep voice, "How old are they? Yet they can already battle, or even kill, Peak Kings of Glazed Holy Land! This achievement, within a hundred years, looking across the five regions, how many can accomplish it?"

These words enlightened everyone.

Around twenty years old, capable of fighting or even killing Peak Kings! What Heaven-Defying Aptitude is this?

An ordinary Prodigy, at this age, would be considered a Prodigy if they reached the Cave Heaven Realm! Yet they have already reached a height that countless people cannot achieve in a hundred years!

For a time, countless gazes, whether complex, reverent, or envious, fell upon Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang.

In the Eastern Region, the contemporary Saints and Saintesses of the various immortal Holy Lands and ancient families all fell silent. Compared to them, their own halos instantly dimmed.

At the edge of the battlefield, Shi Wanshan looked at the abyss before him, then at the sky, grinned, and muttered in a low voice:

"Damn it... truly fierce..."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he slapped his thigh, his face showing an expression of extreme heartache, beating his chest and stomping his feet, transmitting a message to the Great Ancestor nearby:

"Old Ancestor! Old Ancestor, did you see that! So many Treasures! Ten thousand years of accumulation of Glazed Holy Land! Saint-Grade Magic Treasures, Spirit Medicine, Cultivation Technique Secret Manuals, and that Saint-Grade Spiritual Vein... just like that... just like that, all wiped out with one palm! Reduced to ashes! My heart, my heart aches so much! How many Disciples could that have nurtured! What a waste! Such a waste!"

Watching a mountain of Treasure turn into nothing before his eyes was even more painful than taking a punch.

On the other side, Wang Xiaopang stared blankly at the original site of Glazed Holy Land, his small face pale.

"Treasure... Treasures? The Treasure Trove of Glazed Holy Land... gone?"

He suddenly remembered something, and his chubby face instantly crumpled like a bitter gourd, crying softly:

"It's over, it's over! Fat Master was still thinking there must be better talismans and spiritual ink in their Holy Land's Treasure Trove! Oh, and that 'seven star secret token'! Glazed Holy Land also had one!"

He clutched his chest, feeling difficulty breathing. It was a deep-seated heartache for "waste" from the depths of his Soul, and a huge sense of loss for missing out on unknown Treasures.

Xiao Ruobai and the others looked at Wang Xiaopang's money-grubbing, heartbroken appearance, then at the giant abyss symbolizing destruction and end. For a moment, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This huge contrast, instead, diluted the heavy and terrifying atmosphere in the air.

The Great Ancestor helplessly glanced at Shi Wanshan, who was still beating his chest and stomping his feet, shook his head, and sent a Divine Thought: "Wanshan, this matter is concluded. Do not linger here, return to the sect with me."

Shi Wanshan reluctantly fell silent, taking one last lingering look at the abyss, as if he could still see the countless Treasures buried within, sighed, and followed the Great Ancestor, transforming into a streak of light and departing.

Just as Wang Xiaopang was still lamenting his "loss," a faint light quietly fell before him, suspended in mid-air. It was an ancient Storage Ring, its surface faintly shimmering with a glazed luster, exuding a restrained yet vast aura.

Wang Xiaopang was stunned, subconsciously catching it.

At the same time, a detached voice sounded in his mind, belonging to the departing Little Black: "Glazed Holy Land's foundation did have a few things worth seeing. You're lucky, Little Fatty."

Wang Xiaopang's Divine Sense probed into the ring, and his chubby face instantly turned from white to red; he was so excited he almost jumped up!

Inside, there were not only mountains of Top-Grade Spirit Stones and Spirit Medicine, but also several gleaming Magic Treasures and a large amount of top-tier talismans and spiritual ink!

Most conspicuously, there was a token similar in material to the one in his bosom, but with an even more ancient aura—it was precisely the seven star secret token preserved by Glazed Holy Land!

Above the clouds in the high sky, the already distant Little Black, a faint, almost helpless ripple flashed in its cold vertical pupils, muttering to itself.

"Having been with these boys for so long, I've actually developed this habit of plundering... Forget it, I can't really let that boy nag about it for a lifetime."

Below, Wang Xiaopang held the ring, smiling so widely his eyes disappeared, his previous grief swept away. The speed of his mood change was astonishing.

Xiao Ruobai smiled at this scene, then said seriously: "The storm here has temporarily subsided. We should also go back. After days of great battles, we need to properly digest our insights and consolidate our cultivation."

His gaze then fell on the excited Wang Xiaopang, a subtle hint of difficulty flashing in his eyes.

Their roots were in Azure Profound Sect's Zizhu Peak, and this matter was extremely secret. Now, taking this Little Fatty, whose origin was unknown but widely implicated, back with them... Just then, a peaceful yet clear message was simultaneously transmitted to him, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi's hearts, coming from Gu Changge:

"It's fine, bring him back with you."

Xiao Ruobai's heart tightened, instantly understanding that Revered Master had a deeper meaning. He no longer hesitated, saying to Wang Xiaopang: "Little Fatty, this place is not suitable for long stays. Are you willing to leave with us?"

Wang Xiaopang was pleasantly surprised at these words.

He nodded repeatedly like pounding garlic: "Willing, willing! Wherever Big Brother, Second Brother, and Third Sister go, I will go!"

The group no longer delayed, transforming into several streaks of light and quietly departing.