After slaying an Earth Immortal and armed with two formidable treasures, Wang Xuan stood wary and wounded. His physical form, spirit, and inner landscape bore cracks—mostly self-inflicted in a grim ritual to foster a new spirit by tearing away the old.0

The universe around him was enshrouded in a dense fog that ordinary spacecraft could not penetrate, a fog composed of high-grade supernatural matter. This fog, identified by the Sword Immortal, carried an oppressive aura that unsettled the nerves.0

Clutching the Life Essence Furnace tightly, Wang Xuan kept a vigilant watch. Those daring to approach him now were either the mightiest of normal beings or unparalleled fallen spirits.0

With his spiritual eye wide open, he scanned the void. The fog revealed nothing, intensifying his grim expression. Suddenly, a blinding beam of light shot towards him—a small spacecraft had appeared in the distance and opened fire. Under normal circumstances, such an attack could obliterate a transcendent being of the present world.0

The Life Essence Furnace erupted in golden ripples, sweeping out and causing a cataclysmic explosion in the distance. Wang Xuan and the Sword Immortal shifted sideways, swiftly moving from their original location.0

"Xiong Er, take it down!" Wang Xuan shouted. His psychic shout should have reached the nearby Mechanical Bear, but there was no response.0

Beneath the strange fog, their silver spacecraft had vanished without a trace. Meanwhile, the Mechanical Bear, dripping with metallic cold sweat, was petrified. Not far from it,...0