Chaos Heavy Pupils Invincible! Complete Victory!

"Little Dot, get out of the way!"

Shi Linhu's face twisted in shock as he lunged forward to help, but the wind blade was too fast—there was no time.

Little Shi Hao had just unleashed his big move, caught in that moment where old strength had faded and new strength had yet to rise. Facing this strike from the Cave Heaven Realm, his small face turned deathly pale.

At the critical moment.

A faint voice rang out amid the storm.

"Daring to lay a hand on my little brother right in front of me?"

"Who gave you the guts?"

Ye Xuan moved. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his robes snapping in the gale.

He didn't take a step. He didn't raise a hand.

But those eyes, always half-lidded, suddenly flew wide open.

Boom!

An ancient bell seemed to toll across heaven and earth.

Within Ye Xuan's pupils, the two overlapping irises split apart and merged again in an instant. The gray, hazy Chaos Qi, no longer restrained, poured out like a burst dam.

Chaos Heavy Pupils, activated!

Two beams of gray light shot from his eyes.

The light wasn't blinding—it was even a little dim.

But wherever it passed, whether the raging wind or the razor-sharp wind blades, everything froze in place.

Time and space, in that moment, were locked still.

Those wind blades, sharp enough to cut metal and jade, melted away like snow under a blazing sun under the gray gaze, dissolving silently back into raw spiritual particles.

"W-What kind of eye technique is this?!"

Old Bei, who had been swaggering and arrogant, now looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Every hair on his body stood on end.

In those eyes, he saw sheer terror.

It was destruction, withering, the final destination of all things.

"Run!"

Old Bei, a wily old monster who had lived for years, had razor-sharp instincts.

He couldn't muster a single thought of resistance. He spun his wolfish head and bolted for the deep mountains.

"Too late."

Ye Xuan stood still, his gaze locked on the fleeing figure.

"Decompose."

He spoke two words softly.

Words became law.

The two gray beams caught up to Old Bei.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no gory spray of flesh.

Under the horrified, disbelieving stares of everyone.

That massive wolf, a beast at the Cave Heaven Realm, suddenly froze mid-air.

Then.

Its fur began to slough off. Its flesh began to dissolve. Its bones began to crumble.

Like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber.

It didn't even have time to let out a scream.

From tail to head, it disintegrated inch by inch.

In less than three breaths.

That arrogant Sacrificial Spirit vanished into thin air.

Only a thick cloud of blood mist, drifting slowly in the air, remained to prove it had ever existed.

One glance.

Instant kill of a Cave Heaven Realm.

The whole world seemed to fall silent.

The people of Bei Village gaped, their mouths wide open like ducks with their necks squeezed, unable to make a sound.

The men of Stone Village stood dumbfounded too, staring at the back of that youth standing ahead, like a God or Devil.

Was this the Young Immortal Master's true strength?

It was way, way too terrifying!

"Gulp."

Shi Linhu swallowed hard, feeling his understanding of the world turned upside down.

He had only known that Ye Xuan was powerful before, but he never imagined those eyes were the true killing weapon!

Ye Xuan slowly closed his eyes, concealing the Chaos Qi within them.

Exerting the "Decomposition" law of his Double Pupils at full force for the first time placed no small strain on his current body, leaving the corners of his eyes slightly sore.

But the effect—he was very satisfied.

This was merely training his pupil technique.

Then, Ye Xuan turned his gaze to the remnants of Bei Village, who were already scared stiff.

"Old Bei is dead."

Ye Xuan's voice was cold and merciless.

"Leave none alive."

These words were like a death sentence.

"Kill!"

"Avenge Fei Jiao and the others!"

"Wipe out these scum!"

The people of Stone Village finally snapped out of it, their long-suppressed fury erupting fully.

Strike the drowning dog!

Dozens of Stone Village men, fierce as wolves and tigers, charged forward swinging bone clubs and broadswords.

As for the Bei Village folk, they had been terrified out of their wits by the scene moments ago, lacking any will to resist—only knowing to cover their heads and flee.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Half an hour later.

The battle ended.

Bei Village, a malignant tumor that had plagued the edge of the Great Wilderness for years, was completely erased from history.

"Young Immortal Master! Look what we found!"

Shi Linhu ran over excitedly, clutching several stalks of Spiritual Grass radiating Medicinal Fragrance, along with a few pieces of rare Mysterious Ore.

"The Bei Village treasury is full of good stuff! There are dozens of these blood-restoring herbs alone!"

Ye Xuan glanced at them and nodded.

"Good. Pack it all up."

"Don't leave them even a single stone."

The last rays of sunset spilled onto the path of Stone Village.

When the massive silhouette of the Green Scaled Eagle tore through the sky and slowly descended onto the open ground at the village entrance—

Shi Yunfeng and the villagers who had stayed behind, waiting anxiously, finally let their hearts settle.

"They're back! Everyone's back!"

Shi Yunfeng leaned on his cane and tottered forward to meet them.

When he saw that Shi Linhu and the others, though stained with blood, were all brimming with excitement and missing no limbs, the old chieftain's eyes grew moist.

"Chieftain, we did not disgrace our mission!"

Shi Linhu jumped off the eagle's back and tossed several bulging beast-hide bundles onto the ground.

"Bei Village is gone."

"This is all their wealth—from now on, it belongs to Stone Village!"

Hearing this, the villagers erupted in cheers.

Not just because of the resources gained, but because the tumor that had oppressed them for years had finally been eradicated.

Night fell.

In the central square of Stone Village, an unprecedented grand bonfire was lit.

Flames soared into the sky, driving away the chill of the Great Wilderness night.

On the racks, golden, sizzling beast meat roasted; in the great cauldron, Spiritual Herbs and meat broth looted from Bei Village bubbled, their fragrance drifting for miles.

The men feasted on meat and drank from large bowls, boasting of the day's exploits.

The women laughed on the sidelines, while children darted and played through the crowd.

Ye Xuan sat quietly on a green stone beneath the willow tree, a bowl of wine in hand, watching this scene full of the warmth of mortal life.

There was no urgency of the Primordial Wilderness, where a great demon might devour you at any moment, nor the oppressive weight of Sages scheming over the masses.

Though this place was barren, though it was dangerous—it held the purest warmth and peace.

"This feeling... it's really something."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, taking a light sip of wine.

Just then, a burst of playful noise came from behind the great cauldron.

"Gotcha! Gotcha!"

"Little Dot's sneaking milk again!"

Pi Hou and Shi Dazhuang, both grinning mischievously, circled around from behind and dragged Little Shi Hao out from behind the rock where he'd been hiding.

Little Shi Hao clutched the familiar Pottery Jar tightly to his chest, a ring of white milk still smeared around his mouth.

"I... I wasn't!"

Little Shi Hao's face flushed bright red as he frantically tried to hide the jar behind his back, his big eyes blinking as he attempted to bluff his way out.

"This... this is 'milk tea' Big Brother made for me! It's for training!"

"Nyah nyah nyah! Shame on you! Still drinking milk at three years old!"

Pi Hou made a funny face, drawing a round of laughter from the adults nearby.

Little Shi Hao was so embarrassed he wished he could crawl into a hole. In the end, he could only look pleadingly at Ye Xuan.

That pitiful little expression—where was the fierce kid who'd just called down lightning on Bei Feng?

Ye Xuan watched the scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

So this was the future Desolate Heaven Emperor.

Who would've thought that the man who stood alone against the ages had such a laughable "dark history" from his childhood?

A night breeze swept through.

The charred willow stump at the village entrance swayed gently.

Its hundreds of newly sprouted green branches shimmered with an emerald glow in the darkness, like a gentle net enveloping all of Stone Village.

The Willow Deity said nothing, but the pulsing light seemed to dance along with the villagers' laughter.

Time stood still in peace.

This, perhaps, was what it meant to protect.