My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 462: I am the Envoy… of the Human Emperor Hall!

In the Flower Moon Mystery Land, the sound of pursuit was relentless.

The prodigies of Ghost Heaven wielded the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, emitting a cold and murderous aura, like the cries of ten thousand ghosts wailing.

"Blood Robe, if you have the guts, stop running!"

"You can't even compare to a single hair of Black Sword!"

These pursuers were fuming with rage.

No matter how much they accelerated, even burning their blood essence, they simply couldn't catch up to Blood Robe. Every time they felt they were just a step away, he would escape again.

At that moment, one of the prodigies sent a message telepathically.

"We're not insulting him harshly enough, he won't stop. Does anyone have the guts to step up... and mock him like Fang Xue?"

After this suggestion, the prodigies fell into a brief silence.

It was a while before one of them responded.

"Our enemy is him, what does his mother have to do with it? We shouldn't involve the innocent!"

"Exactly, insulting his mother is beneath us!"

The prodigies discussed among themselves.

Little did they know, their words were clearly heard by Qi Yuan.

"Indeed, sometimes even villains can display a fleeting moment of humanity."

"However, it’s still because they fear me... they are afraid of me!"

"If only everyone were like this, wouldn’t the culture of the cultivation world be rectified in no time?"

"That's why... heads must roll. Only then will they fear me, and stop spewing filth!"

"As expected, all reforms demand bloodshed."

Qi Yuan's understanding of this world had become clearer.

Unfortunately, his strength was still too weak, only at the Purple Mansion level.

The corruption of the cultivation world was far beyond his current ability to rectify.

"I'm still too weak. If I were as strong as that figure in the Taihuang Palace, how could I have been so careless and lost my mother?"

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

His life was truly pitiful, weak, and helpless.

...

"What a bunch of useless trash! So many of you against one, and still, you haven't resolved this after all this time!"

Heavenly Sovereign Lican scanned the Flower Moon Mystery Land, his eyes showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

The younger generation of Ghost Heaven was growing weaker with each passing day.

One might even say... they were a disappointment.

For example, Ghost Heaven would plan assassinations against the prodigies of Black Demon Abyss, such as Black Sword, and now Blood Robe.

Black Demon Abyss was furious, but they hadn't retaliated with assassinations of Ghost Heaven’s prodigies.

Because... within Ghost Heaven, there wasn't a single prodigy worth taking seriously.

"Such trash, living in this world, wasting the sect’s resources... they might as well become part of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner." A sinister smile almost seemed to form on Heavenly Sovereign Lican’s face.

Suddenly, a voice appeared by his ear, catching him off guard.

"You make a good point. Whether living in this world or living within a banner, there’s little difference. Isn't this Nine Heavens itself just another kind of banner?"

The voice was calm and ethereal, as if an old friend were greeting him in the afternoon.

For a moment, Heavenly Sovereign Lican’s thoughts slowed, and he nodded gently, “You’re right.”

But no sooner had he spoken, his expression changed drastically, his mind growing alert.

"Who are you? How did you suddenly appear?"

Heavenly Sovereign Lican looked up, only to see that the previously gray sky had inexplicably turned blood-red.

The area he was in had abruptly been sealed in a bloody cage, cut off from the Sixth Heaven.

Looking toward the source of the voice, he saw a gigantic blood-red figure!

The figure was towering, mysterious, and mesmerizing.

Clad in flowing armor that seemed like liquid, with fresh blood silently coursing through it.

Spikes of blood crystals jutted out from its shoulders, both eerie and sinister.

In its hand, it held a blood-red long sword, emanating a faint and obscure aura. A single glance at it could cause madness.

On its back, the figure carried a tattered banner.

The banner was blood-red, old and worn, exuding an ancient aura.

The terrifying red-armored giant seemed as though it had emerged straight from the depths of hell.

Its exposed eyes looked like they were peering into the abyss itself.

Heavenly Sovereign Lican inexplicably felt an overwhelming sense of threat upon seeing this blood-red figure.

Then, a hoarse and cold voice rang out.

"I am the Envoy... of the Human Emperor Hall."

The blood-red figure spoke, its gaze seemingly transcending time, falling on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner near Heavenly Sovereign Lican.

"At the dawn of creation, before the heavens were opened, the Human Emperor captured the Five Elements and forged the Human Emperor Banner, to suppress heaven and earth and ward off demons!

With the Human Emperor Banner, demons fled, and gods bowed!

All the banners in this world belong to the Human Emperor Hall.

The Human Emperor is undying, though the inheritance has dwindled. Yet the noble and righteous Human Emperor Banner has become a sinister... Ten Thousand Souls Banner. It’s utterly laughable.

As an envoy of the Human Emperor Hall, I am here to reclaim all soul banners and restore the rightful path!"

The voice was cold, emotionless, and carried the aura of ancient times.

Hearing this, Heavenly Sovereign Lican was utterly bewildered.

Human Emperor Hall?
Human Emperor Banner?
What are these?

And also, the Human Emperor Hall represents righteousness?

The aura you’re emitting is ice-cold, eerie, and terrifying!

"Fellow Daoist, could there be some misunderstanding here? I am a cultivator of Ghost Heaven!" Heavenly Sovereign Lican gripped the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his heart filled with anxiety.

Trapped in this blood-red cage, he was completely cut off from contacting the outside world.

Even the star projection he relied on to connect with the Star Realm was severed, weakening his power significantly.

With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, he felt a sliver of confidence.

His curiosity about the identity of this blood-red figure grew even stronger.

"Give up struggling. Returning to the Human Emperor Banner is your only path to survival!"

As the wind stirred, the tattered, blood-red Human Emperor Banner flapped in the breeze.

The terrifying giant advanced, step by step, sword in hand, toward Heavenly Sovereign Lican.

Thud!
Thud!
Thud!

The very earth trembled.

Heavenly Sovereign Lican could hear the sound of a giant beast's heartbeat.

He stared at the blood-red figure, his eyes suddenly shifting in determination. "What nonsense about the Human Emperor Hall, you’re just putting on a show. Kill!"

With his shout, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner unfurled with terrifying force.

Within the blood-red heaven and earth, thousands upon thousands of dense ghostly souls emerged.

The wind howled, and thick ghostly energy filled the air.

An endless horde of souls rushed toward the blood-red figure, as if a swarm of birds were attacking a giant beast.

The blood-red figure raised its blood-red sword, its voice cold and emotionless.

"The Human Emperor’s sword — Heaven and Earth Weep!"

A terrifying sword slash erupted, and a blood-red light illuminated the entire sky.

An overwhelming wave of evil, greed, and lust spread out.

Heavenly Sovereign Lican’s soul shuddered.

“This Human Emperor Hall is definitely more sinister than Ghost Heaven!”

He could sense an extreme malevolence in that sword strike—pure, unadulterated evil.

Jealousy, gluttony, greed, and more.

The evil from this figure was far stronger than the negative emotions within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

At this moment, he couldn’t deny it—the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Human Emperor Banner were indeed deeply connected.

Gripping the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Heavenly Sovereign Lican’s face turned grim.

A massive wave of soul servants had just been completely wiped out by that blood-red sword slash.

"Fellow Daoist, the Sixth Heaven is no longer what it once was. Ghost Heaven now has a Great Supreme Truth powerhouse in residence!" Heavenly Sovereign Lican called out, attempting to scare off the blood-red figure.

"I will personally retrieve the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner from Ghost Heaven.

For now... you need only welcome death."

The blood-red figure, sword in hand, advanced like a warrior rather than a celestial being.

Even so, Heavenly Sovereign Lican felt an overwhelming sense of danger, as if he were being consumed by a beast.

"Using my Soul Banner, I’ll forge my true body!" With a mighty shout, knowing words were useless, Heavenly Sovereign Lican unleashed his true strength.

Having lost his connection to the Star Realm, he couldn’t fully manifest his Yang God true body.

But the soul servants within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were enough to forge his true form.

Suddenly, within the blood-red cage, a gigantic figure emerged.

Its head touched the heavens, and its feet stomped the earth.

It wasn’t just ten thousand feet tall—it was impossible to describe its vastness.

The surrounding air and spiritual energy seemed to be drawn to it, converging toward its massive form.

As his true body manifested, Heavenly Sovereign Lican’s confidence returned.

He looked down at the tiny blood-red figure, no bigger than a firefly, and his gaze filled with disdain.

"If you haven’t comprehended the Supreme Truth, victory is uncertain!"

He hadn’t sensed any trace of Supreme Truth from his opponent.

In that case, the outcome remained undecided.

His enormous hand, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, swirled the heavens like a vast god stirring the stars, ready to smash the tiny warship below.

In the next instant, Heavenly Sovereign Lican's expression drastically changed.

A cold voice whispered in his ear.

"You know nothing of power!"

"You are lost to justice!"

"Heaven and earth’s righteous path is guarded by my sword!"

"Kill!"

A powerful sword strike, devoid of any finesse, like a single point of starlight, suddenly expanded like wildfire.

Even the faintest glimmer can shine!
A spark can set the plains ablaze!
Justice will prevail!

"Fail in life, make amends in death!"

The power of the Ten Thousand Paths Martial God was simple, direct, and tyrannical, brooking no reason.

Moreover, Qi Yuan, having cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art to the twelfth layer, with only the martial power of the Ten Thousand Paths Martial God, was already infinitely close to the Supreme Truth.

A terrifying sword strike—one that even an ordinary Supreme Truth powerhouse would struggle to withstand.

Let alone a mere Yang God of the Heavenly rank!

"Die!"

In a flash of red, the blood-colored figure vanished from in front of Heavenly Sovereign Lican and reappeared behind him.

Heaven and Earth Flash!

Perhaps it was too fast. If one were watching from afar, they would see the sky filled with tens of thousands of blood-red figures.

Like countless fireflies flickering across the heavens, lighting up the sky.

These flickers of light spread across the heavens, and within the true body of Heavenly Sovereign Lican, they carved a massive wound that stretched into a line, like a celestial river.

Standing behind the shattered body, Qi Yuan did not turn around.

The gigantic true body, larger than a small world, shattered in an instant, crumbling into countless starlight fragments.

In the endless Star Realm, a blazing star flickered out without warning, falling silent and shattering.

Deep within Ghost Heaven, a slumbering Yang God Heavenly Sovereign suddenly awoke, his face showing shock.

At this moment, Ziyuan Feng, standing far away, was tense, his emotions in turmoil.

Just moments ago, he had noticed that the Yang God Heavenly Sovereign of Ghost Heaven had suddenly vanished for several breaths.

This made him incredibly anxious.

"Could they be planning to move against Blood Robe, or is it some conspiracy?"

Ziyuan Feng was extremely worried.

But suddenly, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

"Heavenly Sovereign Lican... has fallen?"

In the Star Realm, the star projection shattered.

That projection belonged to Heavenly Sovereign Lican.

In just a few short breaths, a Yang God Heavenly Sovereign had perished. Could it be the work of a Supreme Truth powerhouse?

Ziyuan Feng quickly looked toward where Heavenly Sovereign Lican had been lurking, his mind in chaos.

Suddenly, a thick scent of blood filled the air.

Once more, the world was bathed in crimson.

Ziyuan Feng seemed to hear the cries of countless gods and the sound of warhorses charging.

An ancient and distant aura pervaded the air, and a towering man appeared.

He held a blood-red long sword, wore blood-colored armor, and carried a tattered banner on his back.

His cold, emotionless eyes glanced at Ziyuan Feng, sending a shiver down Ziyuan’s spine, as if he had been glanced at by death itself.

What kind of gaze was that?

Since stepping into the realm of Yang God Heavenly Sovereigns, he had never seen such a terrifying gaze.

Could it be... that this terrifying figure had killed Heavenly Sovereign Lican?

At that moment, the blood-red figure turned his gaze toward the Flower Moon Mystery Land.

Ziyuan Feng’s heart pounded fiercely. This isn’t good!

The blood-red figure stretched out his giant hand, reaching into the Flower Moon Mystery Land.

"All banners in this world belong to the Human Emperor Hall!"

A cold, hoarse voice resounded, and a massive blood-red hand pierced through the Flower Moon Mystery Land, grabbing fiercely.

In an instant, dozens of prodigies, and hundreds of geniuses let out terrifying howls.

But in the face of this grasp, they had no ability to resist; their bodies were instantly torn apart.

The once-arrogant prodigies were completely wiped out in that single attack.

Ziyuan Feng watched this scene, eyes wide with disbelief. "What... what kind of technique is this? What realm is he in?"

He could understand if a Yang God could shatter the Mystery Land with a single blow.

But with half his body still in the Sixth Heaven, he merely reached into the Mystery Land... what kind of power was this?

He couldn’t comprehend it.

Ordinary Yang Gods would have to confine themselves to enter another world.

They might even drop in realm.

A Supreme Truth wouldn’t fall in realm, but even a Supreme Truth couldn’t reach into the Mystery Land while their body remained in the Sixth Heaven.

"Blood Robe..." Ziyuan Feng’s expression was tense, his face pale.

He was deeply worried about Blood Robe in the Flower Moon Mystery Land.

At that moment, Ziyuan Feng noticed something. High above the darkened sky, a scorching star projection suddenly appeared, shining with intense brilliance.

It was like the sun falling, separated from the earth by a mere breath.

A domineering, furious voice suddenly echoed.

"You dare!"

Behind the blazing star projection, a terrifying figure appeared.

This figure was blurry, and not even fully materialized.

Yet just a trace of its aura made Ziyuan Feng tremble uncontrollably.

"That’s... the projection of a Supreme Truth!" Ziyuan Feng’s heart quivered, feeling as though he could die at any moment.

At that moment, a gentle white light suddenly enveloped him, and the overwhelming threat vanished.

Beside Ziyuan Feng, a man in a white robe appeared, elegant and serene.

"Thank you, Senior Black Sword!" Upon seeing him, Ziyuan Feng quickly bowed, his heart settling.

Black Sword nodded, his gaze falling on the projection of the Supreme Truth and the blood-red figure. His eyes revealed complex emotions.

"Though it’s only a projection, that strike was as strong as the true body," Black Sword commented.

At that moment, the projection of the Supreme Truth, burning with fury, unleashed a powerful strike toward the blood-red figure.

Destruction!
Chaos!

The heavens trembled as if they might shatter at any moment.

Standing behind Black Sword, Ziyuan Feng felt his own insignificance and the immense power of the Supreme Truth.

Meanwhile, the blood-red figure raised his head, staring coldly at the projection of the Supreme Truth and the powerful strike.

His voice was cold, laced with a hint of hoarseness.

"All banners in this world belong to the Human Emperor Hall."

He drew his sword and, like a simple warrior, swung it toward the supreme strike.

Black Sword's eyes flashed red, filled with countless questions and confusion.

He couldn’t comprehend this sword.

It was an ordinary sword, devoid of any trace of Supreme Truth.

If it was related to Daoist arts, at most, it was merely an Origin Divine Ability.

Origin Divine Abilities, such distant memories, were the strongest techniques of the Purple Mansion.

But who had ever used an Origin Divine Ability to confront the strike of a Supreme Truth?

The terrifying Supreme Truth strike collided with the Origin Divine Ability.

What happened next astonished everyone.

The Origin Divine Ability blocked the Supreme Truth strike.

The Supreme strike vanished without a trace, and the blood-red figure sheathed his sword, his exposed eyes devoid of any emotion.

"How is this possible?" Ziyuan Feng trembled, unable to comprehend.

Black Sword stared at the blood-red figure, as though trying to see through him.

This scene puzzled him as well.

The gap between an Origin Divine Ability and a Supreme Truth strike was beyond imagination.

To put it in modern terms, it was like a man from a primitive tribe, wearing sandals and wielding a wooden sword, while in the sky, a sixth-generation fighter jet roared, emitting sonic booms.

Suddenly, the fighter jet launched an attack at the man, and with a casual swing of his wooden sword, the jet shattered.

"Such audacity!"

The Supreme Truth projection was furious.

In an instant, a star within the Star Realm flared to life.

The aura of this Supreme Truth surged, growing more and more intense.

"You managed to withstand one strike, but can you withstand a second?"

A voice filled with overwhelming dominance echoed across the heavens.

The sun and moon trembled, yin and yang reversed.

The Supreme Truth had clearly been enraged and was intent on eliminating this blood-red figure.

The blood-red figure, facing the incoming strike, remained calm, speaking slowly, "I’ve already marked the Ten Thousand Souls Banner you carry.

If the cultivators of Ghost Heaven don’t personally offer up the banner to me, I will seek them out one by one."

"How dare you!" The Supreme Truth projection bellowed in rage.

The destructive aura surged, and even an ordinary Supreme Truth might have perished in the aftermath of this battle.

But then, something happened that left everyone shocked, confused, and utterly bewildered.

The Supreme Truth strike fell... and the blood-red figure vanished without a trace!

Under the very eyes of the Supreme Truth, and under Black Sword’s watchful gaze, he disappeared.

"Where did he go?" The Supreme Truth roared, enraged.

Black Sword narrowed his eyes, a hint of fear creeping in. "How... how did he just disappear?"

If it had been an Yang God vanishing before a Purple Mansion cultivator, it would be understandable.

But that was a Great Supreme Truth, a master of the highest order of Dao.

Someone had just disappeared right in front of them.

This was terrifying, perhaps even... horrifying.

Did this mean that this person could disappear at will and reappear whenever they wished?

Meanwhile, within the Flower Moon Mystery Land.

Qi Yuan’s figure reappeared, his face pale as paper, his body swaying unsteadily.

"So this is the power of a Supreme Truth? The gap between us is truly vast!"

That blood-red figure, of course, was Qi Yuan.

While he executed his small plan and his grand plan, he had secretly slipped out and killed Heavenly Sovereign Lican.

As expected, after the assassination, a Supreme Truth from Ghost Heaven had descended.

Rather than fleeing, Qi Yuan had chosen to face the Supreme strike head-on.

In that moment, he had gained a clearer understanding of Supreme Truth.

"Once I cultivate the Ancestral Blood Art to the thirteenth layer, with just the power of the Ten Thousand Paths Martial God, I won’t need to run from a Supreme Truth like that anymore!"

"Unfortunately, I’m still only at the Purple Mansion level, and progressing toward Supreme Truth is far too slow."

Of course, this "slow" pace was only in Qi Yuan's eyes.

For an ordinary Heavenly Rank Yang God, even after comprehending the Supreme Truth, it would take countless ages of polishing to truly step into the realm of Supreme Truth.

"Even ordinary Great Supreme Truth powerhouses are this strong. That thief who stole my Human Emperor Banner... must be even stronger, right?"

"It seems I need to forge my Human Emperor Banner as soon as possible. Otherwise... I’m still too weak."

With an artifact-level creation treasure, Qi Yuan could barely reach the second tier of Great Supreme Truth powerhouses.

As for the first tier, that was still too far out of reach for now.

With this in mind, Qi Yuan waved his hand.

A Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared in his grasp.

Around him, there were also several broken Ten Thousand Souls Banners.

The largest one came from Lican.

The others belonged to the prodigies of Ghost Heaven.

"Little Banners, be good. Open the door, Daddy's coming back!" Qi Yuan chanted as he activated his Grand Forgetting Heart Sutra, singing a nursery rhyme.

The smaller banners, upon hearing Qi Yuan’s words, eagerly "opened the door" without any hesitation.

Only the largest one hesitated, its surface trembling.

However, after three rounds of Qi Yuan’s graceful singing, it too "opened the door."

"Time to refine!"

He was going to refine his own Human Emperor Banner.

The process of refinement was something Qi Yuan had long since grown accustomed to.

First, brainwash, then convert, then transform.

To him, it was the most familiar of processes, a trivial matter.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yuan finished patching up and repairing the old Human Emperor Banner on his back. Its power had risen to another level.

"Sigh, I need to rest up properly, then continue finding my banner."

Facing the Great Supreme Truth strike, Qi Yuan had instantly opened up his Purple Mansion and retreated into it, vanishing without a trace.

Though it seemed hard to understand...

In truth, it was indeed difficult to understand.

Even Qi Yuan himself didn’t know why disappearing into his own Purple Mansion caused him to vanish.

However, he had prepared long ago, placing the other end of the Myriad Principles Gate inside the Flower Moon Mystery Land. After entering the Purple Mansion, he used the Myriad Principles Gate to arrive back in the Mystery Land.

"Unfortunately, there are too many powerful beings here. I can’t recklessly place the Myriad Principles Gate anywhere, or I risk being discovered."

Qi Yuan sighed.

Against the Molo clan, he had dared to use the Supreme Truth Gate as bait, tricking several Yang Gods into it.

But against a Supreme Truth, he dared not.

In fact, he wouldn’t even dare take out the Supreme Truth Gate, as any leakage of its aura would instantly be detected by a Supreme Truth.

Thus, he had no choice but to place the other end of the Supreme Truth Gate inside the Mystery Land.

Placing it in the Sixth Heaven was too close, and it would be easily detected. A Supreme Truth could use the gate to enter Qi Yuan’s underworld, which would be disastrous.

That would turn Qi Yuan's underworld upside down.

Moreover, it would expose the fact that Qi Yuan possessed the Supreme Truth Gate.

He could easily become the ultimate enemy of the Sixth Heaven.

No Supreme Truth would tolerate the existence of someone possessing a Supreme Truth Gate.

That would mean... all of their hard-earned Supreme Truths were exposed before Qi Yuan's eyes.

If Qi Yuan were to hide for millions, even tens of millions of years, who could match him then?

There were, of course, other reasons. The Supreme Truth Gate might only work once on a Supreme Truth.

Qi Yuan had to catch them off guard and use it when the time was right.

"So, I need to find the right Mystery Land, the right moment, to continue executing my grand plan!"

"Unless the Banner Lord himself steps in, they won’t be able to catch me for the time being!"

"The Banner Lord is stationed in Ghost Heaven. He certainly won’t leave on a whim."

"The grand plan... is in place!"

"Now that the time is right, I need to head out and enjoy the show!"

With that thought, Qi Yuan left the Flower Moon Mystery Land.

Instantly, a pair of eyes fixed on him.

The elegant voice of Black Sword rang out.

"As long as you’re safe, I can rest easy."

Ziyuan Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been worried that the blood-red figure had casually crushed Blood Robe.

"Ah, how annoying! I was just about to finish off all those useless Ghost Heaven cultivators, but then a blood-red giant hand appeared out of nowhere, killed the badly injured Ghost Heaven cultivators, and stole my kills! How utterly despicable and shameless!" Qi Yuan complained indignantly.

Hearing this, Ziyuan Feng pursed his lips slightly.

He had been keeping an eye on the energy within the Flower Moon Mystery Land the entire time.

Who was heavily injured?
Before the blood-red figure appeared, Blood Robe, hadn’t you only killed one person?

Black Sword spoke softly, "Just now, that mysterious blood-red shadow killed Ghost Heaven’s Heavenly Sovereign Lican and even withstood a strike from a Great Supreme Truth powerhouse."

Black Sword glanced at the distant Supreme Truth, then back at Qi Yuan.

"That was a good kill, a precise kill, and a satisfying kill!" Qi Yuan clapped his hands.

Meanwhile, the Great Supreme Truth powerhouse from Ghost Heaven was currently retracing the timeline, seemingly attempting to uncover the blood-red figure's identity.

Under the immense power of the Great Supreme Truth’s divine sense, the scene within the blood-red cage began to replay.

He didn’t stop Black Sword from watching, as if he didn’t care.

In the replayed scene, the blood-red figure appeared, speaking coldly as he killed Heavenly Sovereign Lican with a single sword strike.

The Great Supreme Truth from Ghost Heaven wore a particularly ugly expression. "The Human Emperor Hall? An envoy? Never heard of it!"

"Hmph, and you dare attempt to reclaim our Ten Thousand Souls Banner and Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner? You’re courting death!"

Though the Great Supreme Truth didn’t manage to retain the mysterious blood-red shadow, he was seething with rage.

At the same time, he felt a deep unease.

That blood-red figure was utterly bizarre.

There was no trace of Supreme Truth on him, yet he could kill Lican with a single sword stroke and even withstand his own Supreme strike.

The figure had reached into the Flower Moon Mystery Land and slaughtered the young prodigies of Ghost Heaven.

And finally, he had vanished without a trace right under the Great Supreme Truth’s nose.

Each of these feats alone was enough to make one shudder in disbelief.

Now, all of them had occurred together, leaving the Supreme Truth feeling both frustrated and alarmed.

The Great Supreme Truth shot Black Sword a sharp glance before vanishing in an instant without lingering further.

Clearly, what had transpired here needed to be dealt with back in Ghost Heaven.

At this moment, Black Sword looked at Qi Yuan, his tone calm as he spoke.

"You witnessed the scene of the mysterious blood-red shadow slaying Lican. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately replied, "He looked very dashing. Just like me in red. Turns out, handsome guys all dress the same way."

Black Sword looked at Qi Yuan, a trace of blood flashing in his eyes as he calmly asked, "What do you make of this situation?"

Beside them, Ziyuan Feng was puzzled, not understanding why Black Sword was asking Blood Robe so many questions. Was he taking a liking to him?

"I think Ghost Heaven's cultivators are shameless, stealing someone else’s Human Emperor Banner.

If I were them, I’d return the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the Envoy immediately and then... commit suicide and enter the banner as atonement!"

Qi Yuan responded earnestly.

Hearing this, Black Sword averted his gaze, the suspicions in his heart dissipating.

"Heh... The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is as important to Ghost Heaven as the Ancestral Blood Art is to us in Black Demon Abyss. How could they possibly give it up?"

As he spoke, he added another comment.

"Was it you who modified the Ancestral Blood Art to lay ice eggs?"

"Could you... demonstrate it for me?"