Three years earlier.
Flourishing Cloud Continent, central region. Qian Yu and King Qinlu clashed head-on in the Azure Nether Mountain Range.
King Qinlu was a veteran Peak King-Level powerhouse of the Demon Race faction. She cultivated the Water Law and had been famous for several million years. She appeared to be an enchanting woman in her thirties, dressed in azure robes with an aloof temperament. Yet on the Flourishing Cloud Continent, her name alone was enough to strike fear into most Feudal Lord powerhouses.
That battle lasted seven whole days.
Over those seven days, the void within a radius of ten million kilometers around the Azure Nether Mountain Range was shattered beyond recognition. Countless spatial rifts had yet to heal even now.
In the end, Qian Yu won.
He defeated King Qinlu head-on.
Although he had failed to kill her, the fact that he had forced King Qinlu to concede and retreat was proof enough of his strength.
After that battle, the name "Firefeather" spread completely throughout the Flourishing Cloud Continent.
Countless Feudal Lord powerhouses began investigating this suddenly emerged expert.
The alien race factions, meanwhile, placed his name on their "danger list," marking him as "suspected Peak King-Level; recommended response: a team of at least three."
Now, the northwestern region of the Flourishing Cloud Continent.
A ten-thousand-meter peak stood silently. Its summit had been artificially flattened into a platform as smooth as a mirror.
Qian Yu sat cross-legged upon the platform, his war blade laid horizontally before him.
Dark golden armor covered his entire body, while crimson streams of light slowly flowed across the surface of its plates.
His eyes were closed, and his aura was steady. He had sat here in meditation for three months.
During those three months, he had not fought another battle or moved even