Pagoda Slays Two Kings

On the vast, boundless Spirit Illusion Continent, the Xiao Family Ancestral Land was like an ancient, mysterious fortress, carrying thousands of years of the lineage's glory and inheritance. Yet at this moment, heavy clouds hung over the ancestral land. The thick black clouds were like a massive slab of lead pressing down on the earth, as if they meant to grind the entire world to dust. Within the clouds, flashes of lightning flickered faintly. Each leap of lightning was accompanied by a slight tremor between heaven and earth, as though the world itself were uttering a fearful whimper in anticipation of the coming battle.

At the heart of the Xiao Family Ancestral Land, the Nine Revolutions Qiankun Grand Array was operating at full force, condensing a tornado of spiritual energy that spun madly above the ancestral land. This tornado of spiritual energy had originally been a symbol of the gathered energy within the Xiao Family Ancestral Land—stable and powerful in ordinary times. Now, however, it seemed to be wantonly tugged at by an invisible hand, beginning to warp and twist. The orderly flow of spiritual energy had become utterly chaotic, as if a powerful and sinister force were quietly tearing at its foundations. At any moment, it might collapse with a thunderous crash.

Amid this chaos and oppressive atmosphere, a figure slowly stepped through a rift in the void. It was none other than Li Yang. With every step he took, the space beneath his feet rippled like a calm surface struck by a boulder. These ripples were no ordinary fluctuations; they were a direct shock to the laws of space, as if his very existence were a challenge to the laws of heaven and earth. Above his head, the Nine Realms Tower hovered, radiating a mysterious and ancient aura.