Liu Wuxie took a deep breath, drawing in all the surrounding spiritual energy and channeling it into the desolate world within his dantian.0

Back when he had fallen into the Void Realm, he had sensed a faint, almost imperceptible trace of world power hidden within that internal realm. At the time, it was vague and distant, as though it were just a dream.0

With this breakthrough, the dormant power stirred at last.0

A single wisp of world power had formed. Though thin as silk, it was unimaginably potent. Even that single wisp could obliterate a world. Liu Wuxie knew better than to use it lightly.0

Having awakened this sliver of devastating force, he chose to seal it away for now, reserved for the moment he needed it most.0

"Come, then," Liu Wuxie called, his voice echoing like a war drum across the battlefield. "Let us have a satisfying battle today!"0

He needed this war to consolidate his cultivation.0

Across the field, the three clan patriarchs exchanged uneasy glances. The battle had barely begun, yet they had already lost a key expert, and worse, they had inadvertently helped Liu Wuxie advance his cultivation.0

"Kill!" Yuan Huaiguang and Wang Yuanhou roared in unison, leading their elite forces in a thunderous charge toward the Heavenly Dao Society.0

Only the Liao Clan's patriarch hesitated. Doubt flickered in his eyes. He sensed danger ahead, but he also knew that retreat was impossible now. If they backed down here, the Liao Clan would become a laughingstock across the True Martial Continent.1

The sight of over a thousand cultivators charging toward...0