The Mystic Heaven Continent was a planar world shaped like a flat disk topped by a dome of sky, and the Eighth Continent lay at the very pinnacle of that dome. It could almost be considered an “upper realm,” with an environment far more conducive to cultivation.
Each of the Seven Great Sacred Lands had a direct “realm gate” leading to the Eighth Continent—ancient spatial passages carved open by holy sages of old. These gates all connected to the central region of the Eighth Continent, a place known as the Slay Evil Battlefield.
That was the site of the ancient war where the nine great divine spirits clashed against the Ninth Evil God.
In ancient times, the Evil God had gone berserk, commanding his clan to unleash indiscriminate war upon the world. The Nine Great God Clans had banded together to fight back, shattering space itself in the process and even rippling the impact across the seven continents.
That was when the Seven Great Sacred Lands had rushed to the Eighth Continent in support, and the realm gates had been opened back then.
Their alliances with the various God Clans had formed from those events as well.
The Jialan Holy Land had aided the Heavenly God Clan in particular.
Its realm gate stood deep within the misty rear mountains, guarded year-round by two experts of the Mystic Venerable Realm. When the Hundred Battles Legion had come to escort Zi Xunyi back earlier, they had passed through this very gate.
With a sharp rip, space tore open. Yan Zhen emerged alongside his three supreme masters, gazing upon the colossal bronze gate before them—a structure as massive as a mountain. It was an eye-opening spectacle.
Spotting the Jialan Fairy’s arrival, a man and a woman materialized from the void space, cupping their hands in salute.
“Greetings, Holy Lord. Greetings, Your Highness Holy Son.”
The Jialan Fairy smiled gently. “I wish to take Yan’er to visit the Heavenly God Clan.”
The gatekeepers chorused their assent, then joined hands to activate the bronze giant gate. A pitch-black wormhole tunnel yawned open in its empty frame.
Under their respectful send-off, Yan Zhen and his three masters transformed into streaks of light and plunged into the realm gate.
Yan Zhen flew at the front, with his three masters trailing just behind to prevent any squabbles—such as who got to fly closest to him.
The Beautiful Female Master spoke up. “Zhen’er, why are you flying so fast? It’s not like there’s any need to rush this much.”
Yan Zhen couldn’t easily explain, so as he flew backward for a moment, he played along. “I just want to see Zi Ji and Ling’er as soon as possible. I’m a little worried about those mother and daughter.”
The Jialan Fairy said warmly, “Zi Ji will be fine. Now that her Heavenly God bloodline has awakened, her bloodline concentration rivals even that of the Evil Consort.”
The Evil Consort was a direct descendant of the ancient Evil God—his granddaughter, to be precise. She had been sealed away by him before his rampage and only emerged in this era.
Her Evil God bloodline had reached a concentration of ninety-nine percent—god-level.
Though Zi Xunyi wasn’t a direct descendant of the Heavenly Gods, her bloodline had regressed to its ancestral roots, achieving the same god-level concentration of ninety-nine percent.
Once a God Clan bloodline fully awakened, cultivation would skyrocket. Based on how things had played out in his previous life, Zi Xunyi was probably a supreme expert by now—the top prodigy of the Heavenly God Clan, with real potential to reach the Mystic Saint realm someday.
Someone like her was undoubtedly the clan’s most treasured possession. Even if Yan Lingji’s existence came to light, it wouldn’t cause any real trouble.
With that thought, Yan Zhen relaxed a fraction.
The Evil Consort gave a light huff from the side before speaking. “The Heavenly God Woman is indeed impressive—quite impressive. But when it comes to bloodline concentration, This Palace still holds a slight edge.”
The Jialan Fairy ignored the competitive shrew.
Chen Xi said, “Zhen’er, you’re not familiar with the Heavenly God Clan yet. Allow your master to give you an introduction.”
Yan Zhen thought to himself that he was actually quite familiar with them—the script had laid it all out—but he nodded anyway, to check for any discrepancies.
“After the Evil God went mad and the Evil God Clan was all but wiped out, the Heavenly God Clan rose to become the foremost among the Ten Great God Clans. Their current clan leader is Zi Ji’s father—and your future father-in-law—named Zi Tianjun. He’s the strongest of the Heavenly God Clan, at the Nine Star Great Saint realm, evenly matched against the likes of Demon Domain Lord Mo Tianjue.”
“Beneath the clan leader are the Nine Heavenly Saints. At their peak, they were all Mystic Saint experts, but these days the last three are merely Nine Turns Half-Saints, while most of the other Mystic Saints are at the Three-Star level or below. The leader among them is a Seven-Star Mystic Saint. Overall, their strength falls just a hair short of Demon Domain’s Eight Divisions Heavenly Lords.”
“On top of that, there’s the Hundred Battles Legion, with its war marshal, commanders, generals, and vice generals—all at minimum the Mystic Venerable Realm. Take that fellow you met before, the one who came to escort Zi Ji back.”
Gu Yan, vice commander of the Hundred Battles Legion—a One-Star Mystic Venerable three years ago, though he’d surely advanced since then.
Back then, Gu Yan had been so arrogant that Yan Zhen had been forced to unleash his Special Trump Card: Accelerated Synchronization, scaring the pants off the man.
Who knew if the fool would try to block his path again like in his previous life. If he still didn’t know what was good for him, Yan Zhen would happily remind him what it felt like to get insta-killed.
“Master, we’re going there to propose marriage, not pick a fight.”
“Just in case.” Chen Xi smiled. “The Heavenly God Clan leader is an open-minded man, but he’s also a doting father. Sure, there were reasons for what happened, but to outsiders, it looks like you led Zi Ji on and toyed with her heart and body. You’re a father yourself now—you should understand how he’d feel.”
“…”
Yan Zhen nodded in understanding. Just imagining his adorable little Yan’er getting swept away by some punk one day made his fists clench.
Little Yan’er was his precious little sweetheart, after all.
Even if Zi Ji’s relationship with Zi Tianjun was a bit tense, a father’s feelings ran the same.
After the time it took to burn a single incense stick, the four of them reached the end of the passage.
In the central region of the Eighth Continent, along the eastern edge of the Slay Evil Battlefield, another bronze giant gate towered.
The space portal snapped open. Yan Zhen and his three beautiful masters flew out, hovering in midair as they overlooked the scene below.
They were still a good distance from the battlefield’s heart, an area that should have been safe. Unfortunately, the divine war’s shockwaves had spread too far, incorporating it into the battlefield ruins.
The Seven Continents Tournament was held at the battlefield’s core—the ruins of the Evil God Clan’s ancestral land.
Though the Evil God had fallen, his lingering resentment refused to dissipate, spawning powerful wrath spirits there. Most were at the Mystic Sovereign or Mystic Venerable realms, with even supreme experts and Half-Saints appearing. It was dangerous, yes, but also an ideal training ground.
The tournament’s format was to race to the center first, then purify the supreme and Half-Saint wrath spirits there. Ties would be settled by duels.
Yan Zhen glanced at the Evil Consort, hesitating briefly before asking, “Evil Consort Master, would you like to visit the Evil God Clan’s ancestral land ruins?”
She shook her head. “Nothing worth seeing.”
Because nothing was left.
The Evil God had lost control and brought destruction upon himself. She harbored no hatred, only unwillingness. That was why she sought to revive the Evil God Clan and restore it to primacy among the God Clans.
The Evil Consort patted Yan Zhen’s head. “Let’s head to the Heavenly God Clan first. Don’t you want to see the Heavenly God Woman, Yan’er?”
Yan Zhen blinked. “Once we’re done with the Heavenly God Clan, how about I accompany Evil Consort Master to take a look?”
She paused, then broke into a knowing smile and nodded.
Yan Zhen also tried reaching out to Long Ying via their master-servant contract, asking if she wanted to return to the Dragon God Clan first or join them at the Heavenly God Clan.
The Heavenly God Clan, Sun God Clan, and Dragon God Clan were all in the eastern region of the Eighth Continent.
Long Ying was probably asleep—she ignored him.
Yan Zhen was speechless and decided to leave her be.
The four flew eastward and soon arrived at the Heavenly God Clan’s territory.
Not on the ground, but… in the sky.
Splendid buildings rose amid the clouds, with a massive stone stele at the main gate bearing two ancient, majestic characters:
Heavenly God!
