The Heaven-Treading Realm Ancestor, Lin Changsheng!

Da Ming's voice trembled violently; the suppression of bloodline radiating from beyond the Sky Screen made him feel as though his very soul were shivering.

Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape, was even more pathetic, collapsing flat onto the grass by the shore, his strength to even stand completely drained away.

On the White Jade Plaza.

The purple-robed Sect Master led tens of thousands of disciples in a synchronized, uniform kneel.

"The 72nd Branch Sect welcomes the arrival of the Envoy from the Main Sect!"

The thunderous roar soared straight into the clouds.

The youth in plain robes nodded slightly, stepping through the void as if walking on flat ground, until he reached a grand armchair on the plaza's high platform and sat down.

The dragon-headed exotic beast lay lazily at his feet, half-closing its eyes to doze.

The purple-robed Sect Master dared not show any negligence; he scrambled up from the ground and waved his wide sleeves.

Several deacons immediately stepped forward, leading out the Light God Demon Tiger that had undergone a complete transformation.

Following behind the God Demon Tiger were thirty female cultivators, each possessed of graceful figures and exquisite beauty.

These women were the finest "cauldrons" the branch sect had meticulously hand-picked from various vassal cultivation nations over the past month; every one of them was delicate and pitiable, with an ethereal temperament.

"My Lord Envoy."

The purple-robed Sect Master wore a fawning smile, bowing slightly as he reported, "This is a mutated spirit beast our sect obtained by chance; it contains a trace of the Laws of Space and Time."

"Furthermore, these sensible female cultivators are also specially offered to you, My Lord, to wash away the dust of your journey."

Upon hearing these words, the dragon-headed exotic beast that had been dozing slowly opened its eyes.

It turned its head, its golden slit pupils fixing upon the Light God Demon Tiger.

The Light God Demon Tiger had originally intended to display the majesty of its platinum wings to prove its worth.

But under the gaze of this exotic beast, its bones turned to jelly in an instant.

The suppression stemming from a True Dragon bloodline caused it to collapse onto the white jade tiles, emitting whimpering sounds of supplication like a kitten.

A trail of crystalline drool leaked from the corner of the dragon-headed beast's mouth, its eyes filled with the greed one reserves for food.

Seeing this, the youth in plain robes smiled and patted the beast's head.

"You gluttonous fool."

The youth scolded with a laugh, then turned to the purple-robed Sect Master, speaking in a casual tone.

"This white tiger's bloodline is passable enough; I shall take it back."

"If my pet happens to be hungry one day, it will serve well enough as a snack to whet its appetite."

Two lighthearted sentences sealed the fate of this hundred-thousand-year-old fierce beast.

In the Star Dou Great Forest.

Er Ming stared blankly, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a millstone.

A peerless fierce beast that had consumed a celestial pill and broken through the hundred-thousand-year shackle.

In the eyes of the Main Sect Envoy, it didn't even qualify to pull a carriage.

It had been reduced to nothing more than a snack reserve for a pet!

Having finished dealing with the God Demon Tiger, the youth's gaze fell upon the thirty beautiful female cultivators.

The women hurriedly exhausted every trick in their arsenal; some cast flirtatious glances, others struck poses of delicate fragility, all hoping to catch the eye of the Envoy.

To follow the Envoy back to the Main Sect would be a leap to the heavens.

The youth, however, furrowed his brows, a flicker of clear displeasure crossing his eyes.

The surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing.

"Absurd."

The youth's tone turned cold; his voice was not loud, yet it made the purple-robed Sect Master's heart leap in terror.

"My Primordial Immortal Court is the orthodox Great Dao founded personally by our Supreme Ancestor, Lin Changsheng."

"The Ancestor once left a decree: we cultivators must sever all worldly desires and focus solely on the Dao to defy the heavens and change our fate."

The youth stared coldly at the Sect Master, reprimanding him without mercy.

"Your branch sect has grown too comfortable, bringing in such foul, smoggy things to corrupt the Dao heart."

"Send them all to the back mountain herb garden to shovel manure and water the fields; they shall serve as forced labor for a hundred years to properly temper their temperaments!"

The purple-robed Sect Master turned deathly pale, kowtowing repeatedly to beg for mercy, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

He hurriedly waved his hand, ordering the enforcement disciples to forcibly drag away the women, who were now pale with fright and sobbing for mercy.

Outside the Sky Screen.

On the playground of Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong watched the light screen, her chin lifted high, wearing an expression of supreme arrogance.

"At least this envoy has a discerning eye and wasn't bewitched by those vixens."

She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone laced with a spoiled, irrepressible arrogance.

"But he really doesn't know how to cherish the fairer sex. Thirty great beauties, and he just dragged them off to shovel manure?"

Though her words remained haughty, a flicker of deep-seated fear clearly flashed through Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes.

She looked down at her own delicate, fair hands, a chill creeping into her heart.

If she were to go to that Immortal Court, with her meager support-type cultivation, she likely wouldn't even qualify to shovel manure in the medicine garden; she would be cleared away like common weeds.

The cruelty of that world was far beyond the imagination of a young lady like her.

Spirit City, inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong stood before her throne, watching the youth in the plain robe, her exquisite face revealing a trace of profound awe and longing.

"Indifferent to women, seeking only the Great Dao..."

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her grip tightening slightly on the scepter in her hand.

"This is the true supreme orthodoxy capable of standing at the pinnacle of heaven and earth."

"That Patriarch named Lin Changsheng is not only heaven-defying in strength, but even the sect rules he established reveal a grand vision that transcends the mundane world."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in her mind.

Such a spirit—viewing beautiful faces as mere withered bones and seeking only eternal life—made the soul masters of the Douluo Continent, who spent their days entangled in love and power struggles, seem incredibly vulgar.

A wild thought even sprouted in her heart.

If she ever had the chance to go to that world.

She truly wanted to see that legendary Patriarch Lin Changsheng with her own eyes and witness what kind of peerless, brilliant figure he truly was.

On the White Jade Plaza, a gentle breeze blew by.

After finishing with the offerings from the branch sect, the youth in the plain robe fished a dusty storage bag from his sleeve.

He casually turned the bag upside down and shook it, as if dumping out trash.

"The main sect has not forgotten the hard work of you branch sects below."

The youth's tone was indifferent, as if he were bestowing charity upon beggars.

"This is a batch of defective goods and discarded scraps recently cleared out by the main sect's Artifact Refining Pavilion."

"Take them back and melt them down in your furnaces; it should be enough to forge a few defensive items for your outer sect disciples."

Accompanied by a crisp sound of clashing metal.

A large pile of dust-covered broken swords, chipped flying daggers, and many strange-shaped metal hidden weapons poured out, clattering onto the white jade floor and forming a small hill.

Seeing this, the purple-robed sect master's eyes lit up as if he had seen some peerless treasure.

He hurriedly bent down, carefully picking up a short sword broken in half from the pile of "trash," his hands trembling with excitement.

"Many thanks to the Envoy for the reward!"

"These are materials produced by the main sect's Artifact Refining Pavilion! Even if they are scraps, as long as they are refined a little, they would be enough to make the outer sect disciples fight to the death for them!"

This scene was clearly projected onto the Sky Screen of the Douluo Continent.

Beside the playground of Shrek Academy, Tang San's gaze was locked tightly onto the pile of scrap metal in the light screen.

His eyes glowed with a rich purple light as he pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit.

At the edge of the pile of waste, there lay a lotus-shaped metal object.

The outer shell of this item was dented, as if someone had casually crushed it and tossed it aside.

However, when Tang San looked through the light screen and saw the internal structure of the metal lotus.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Inside the semi-ruined lotus, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of gears finer than a strand of hair were interlocked.

On every single gear, intricate array patterns were micro-carved with a technique he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The metal material emitted a faint, eerie glow, a hundred times tougher than the top-tier Deep Sea Heavy Silver of the Douluo Continent.

Tang San's breath hitched.

He felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy blow.

His Tang Sect techniques, which he took such pride in, and the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus he had spent countless efforts to barely forge.

Compared to that metal object tossed away as trash in the image, they seemed like ridiculous toys molded out of yellow mud by a three-year-old child.

Whether it was the strength of the material, the precision of the mechanism, or the energy arrays attached to it.

That defective product discarded by an assembly line in the Renegade Immortal World could crush the highest secrets of the Tang Sect into powder in every aspect.

"How could this be..."

Tang San's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold, muddy ground.

He bit his lip until it bled, a thick, metallic taste spreading through his mouth.

Having lived two lifetimes, his greatest confidence and pride lay in the peerless hidden weapon blueprints stored within his mind.

He had always firmly believed that as long as his hidden weapons were crafted well enough, even gods could be killed.

Yet now, the cruel reality had stripped away his dignity and trampled it underfoot.

The highest pursuit he treated as his life's work did not even qualify for a second glance in this higher-dimensional world.

It was only fit to be tossed in with a pile of broken swords, destined to be melted down as scrap metal.

Beside him, Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu were startled by Tang San's despondent appearance, but not knowing how to offer comfort, they could only fret in silence.

The images on the Sky Screen continued.

The purple-robed sect master ordered his men to carefully collect the pile of defective goods, then personally brought over a steaming cup of spiritual tea, respectfully offering it to the youth in the plain robe.

"You have traveled a long way, My Lord Envoy. Please, have some tea."

The purple-robed sect master wore a fawning smile, taking advantage of the youth's good mood to cautiously probe for information.

"Might I ask, My Lord Envoy, does the main sect have any major movements recently?"

"It would be best for the branch sect to prepare early, so as not to be caught off guard and delay the main sect's grand affairs."

The youth in the plain robe took the teacup, lifted the lid, and gently blew away the floating tea leaves.

He took a sip, seemed to find the flavor a bit bland, and shook his head slightly.

"Nothing major. Everything in the main sect is as usual."

The youth set the cup down and gazed toward the distant horizon, his tone as casual as if he were discussing daily chores.

"If I had to mention something, it would be that a while ago, our Ancestor Lin Changsheng came out of seclusion to get some fresh air."

"The Ancestor sat on the main peak for a while and felt that a few hundred cultivation planets connected together in the outer star domain were obstructing the view of the main sect's back garden. They were quite an eyesore."

Hearing this, the purple-robed sect master swallowed hard, his back bending even lower, his very breathing becoming cautious.

The youth in the plain robe brushed some non-existent dust from his hem and continued.

"The Ancestor found them bothersome, so he simply raised his hand."

"He wiped out the living beings on those hundreds of planets and casually refined them into a string of beads to play with, leaving them in the pavilion on the main peak as mere ornaments."

"Such supreme power, capable of turning clouds into rain with a mere flip of the hand—we juniors truly yearn for it."

The youth sighed, then said no more.

Yet, his few understated words were like a world-destroying storm, detonating in the minds of every living being on the Douluo Continent.

Outside Heaven Dou City, in the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was dead silence.

The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand had long since been crushed into powder.

His refined face was now so pale that not a trace of color remained.

"Hundreds of planets..."

Ning Fengzhi's voice seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, carrying an unconcealable tremor.

"Just because they blocked his view, he raised his hand and refined hundreds of worlds into beads?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood to the side, his palms slick with cold sweat.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes hollow.

They had always believed that the limit of the Douluo Continent was reaching level one hundred and becoming a god.

In their concept, gods were supreme beings with infinite power, capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

But what did moving mountains and filling seas amount to?

That Ancestor named Lin Changsheng was playing with refining planets!

And not just one, but hundreds of them connected together!

This was no god.

This was a Creator who trampled the laws of the entire universe underfoot and treated all living things as mere dust!

In Spirit City, at the Pope Palace.

Qian Daoliu's tall, upright frame was trembling uncontrollably.

This peerless Douluo, who had served the Angel God his entire life with unwavering faith, revealed deep terror in his eyes.

"My Lord Angel God..."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.

"In the face of power at that level, what... does the God Realm even amount to?"

Bibi Dong collapsed onto her throne.

Her long-standing ambition, her grand plan to destroy Spirit Hall and unify the continent, suddenly seemed utterly ridiculous after hearing that casual chatter about kneading planets into bracelets like toys.

In the face of this vast and terrifying dimension, all the power struggles on the Douluo Continent were like a group of ants fighting over a moldy grain of rice in a mud pit.

Insignificant.

An unprecedented sense of insignificance gripped the throat of every person on the Douluo Continent, making even the act of breathing feel like a struggle.

Just as the entire continent was gasping for air, completely plunged into panic by the unimaginably grand power of Lin Changsheng, the Sky Screen above shifted.

The light screen that had been displaying scenes of the Primordial Immortal Court flickered without warning.

Immediately after, the previously clear image was instantly replaced by a blinding, blood-red hue.

This crimson light bathed half the sky in an eerie, dark red glow.

That grand, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, exploded in everyone's minds once again.

[Data collection for the Renegade Immortal World has reached the initial threshold.]

[To accelerate the exploration process, the selection for the Fourth Batch of Explorers will begin immediately!]

[The rules for this selection have been changed.]

[The number of slots has been increased to: five people!]

[Countdown initiating: ten, nine, eight...]

As the countdown ticked down like a death warrant, the Douluo Continent erupted into total chaos.

Panic spread through the streets and alleys like a plague.

They had just witnessed a terrifying powerhouse from that world treating planets like toys, and now, they were suddenly going to select five people to go to their deaths?

At Shrek Academy, Oscar was so terrified that he plopped onto the ground, clutching a nearby tree tightly.

Xiao Wu hid behind Tang San, her face deathly pale.

Everyone looked up, watching the rapidly changing countdown on the Sky Screen, their heartbeats accelerating with every descending number.

No one knew if their own name would appear on that sudden list of five.