Purple Heaven Palace celebrated for seven days.
Inside and outside the halls, lights blazed and wine cups crossed. An army fifty thousand strong gathered to celebrate their glorious victory in the conquest of the Eighth Heaven.
The Heaven-Severing Sword Sect had fallen, the Soul-Slaying Hall had vanished like smoke, Reincarnation Valley had bowed in submission, and more than thirty forces, large and small, had surrendered of their own accord!
Through this battle, Purple Cloud Palace had forged its fearsome reputation, displayed its might, and carved out a vast domain spanning the Fourth Heaven through the Eighth Heaven.
Lin Feng sat in the seat of honor, with Dong Xuan beside him.
Below them, Lin Man, Ding Yun, Fire Dragon, Azure Water Golden Toad, Xuan Ming, Lin Chen, and the others sat on either side, exchanging toasts amid lively conversation and laughter.
"Father, you were truly magnificent this time!" Lin Chen's young face was flushed from drinking, his eyes full of admiration. "You slew Emperor Lord Hun Tian with one sword strike, broke the Ten Thousand Swords Absolute-Kill Formation with two, and forced Reincarnation Valley to surrender with three!
"When word reaches the Nine Heavens, those old fellows won't be able to sit still!"
Lin Feng smiled faintly without answering. He knew that although the conquest of the Eighth Heaven had gone smoothly, the truly hard battles might only just be beginning.
The Eighth Heaven had existed for millions of years and possessed deep foundations. It was nowhere near as simple as it appeared on the surface. Those ancient forces with their long-standing legacies, those veteran experts at the peak of mid-Emperor Lord who hid in secret realms, indifferent to worldly affairs.
They were the Eighth Heaven's true trump cards.
"Husband," Dong Xuan said softly, seemingly sensing his thoughts, "what are you