I Am Your Natural Enemy

The thunderous light surged, carrying with it an electronic wind, sweeping past and rolling away a massive amount of debris.

In just over a dozen seconds, the whole passage was swept clean.

Over ninety-nine percent were dead; the few with unique talents who managed to survive were barely hanging on by a thread.

The River of Thunderous Light burst from the great rift, lightning flickering over several miles of chasm, the scent of spent thunder filling the air—a metallic tang with a pungent edge.

Thunder flickered across the valley; after a dozen seconds of relentless sparkling, the vegetation that had only just grown in the past two years caught fire again, becoming fuel for raging flames.

The remaining different races were almost scared out of their wits; ever since the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, when had they ever witnessed such an outrageous spectacle? Thunder gathered into a river, destroying everything in its path.

Within the River of Thunderous Light, a metallic sphere tumbled out, breaking open to reveal a demon clad in golden armor.

The demon’s entire body was charred black, so numb it couldn’t even feel pain anymore.

It looked at the surrounding demons, and left only one sentence behind.

”That man on the other side was always holding back—he never once used his full strength! Never once!”

With that one sentence, its eyes remained wide open, unmoving.

Not resting in peace after death.

They had lingered near this place, struggling to break through, for an unbelievably long time.

After ten years of sporadic probing, they thought they understood exactly how strong their opponent was.

That was exactly why they dared attempt this assault.

It wasn’t because they thought the Old Celestial Master had been lured away that they dared to charge.

Even if the Old Celestial Master could rush back, even if it were all a ruse and he was still nearby, not far at all—

They still believed that terrifying person probably couldn’t wipe them all out.

As for who would survive, who could break through—that depended on power and fate.

But who could have expected that man on the other side had been hiding his true strength for ten years!

Ten years, never once had he unleashed the power he showed today—a whole tier above his strongest previous attack.

So strong, it had become the absolute peak of this era.

And they had never witnessed it before, had never known.

Truly—unable to rest in peace.

Had they known, why suffer here, struggling in vain?

If hope was lost, everyone would have scattered long ago.

With the metallic demon’s death, the whole atmosphere turned oddly eerie.

One by one, the demons’ fur stood on end.

None had imagined that the man opposite would spend ten years digging a pit for them, just to wipe out most of them in this one strike.

Even that time when some different races nearly broke through, never had he unleashed such terrifying power.

No, there had been some that got through—they just didn’t know what happened to them, probably dead by now.

The remaining different races exchanged uneasy glances as thunder still flickered in the valley; some began to retreat quietly.

Meanwhile, on the Cloud Sea Cliff, the Old Celestial Master took a deep breath, a hint of fatigue creasing his brow.

Past the edge of the cliff, within the roiling sea of clouds, an enormous empty rift could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Yet inside that rift, there was nothing left.

The Old Celestial Master formed a hand seal, stowed his sword away, and finally confirmed one thing.

This technique is extremely powerful, but sticking strictly to the text, it doesn’t really suit him.

By his understanding, this path demands a very strong physical body as its foundation.

But he was getting on in years, his blood and Qi nowhere near as vigorous as in his youth. To use this method to unleash power beyond what he could do by simply opening the altar and casting spells—that was pushing it.

Judging by his estimation, using that altar-opening level of spells, he could manage it three times at most before feeling overwhelmingly drained, his spirit worn out, unable to focus his mind.

The Old Celestial Master sat cross-legged in meditation, silently recovering his spirit.

In front, the sea of clouds slowly rolled back, closing in again, hiding the giant rift from view once more.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan looked at the glowing Heavenly Hound suspended midair, activating his Temporary Ability.

In that instant, he realized this ability didn’t give any immediate power at all.

It was more like performing a gesture, a gesture to draw someone’s attention.

Right at that moment, it felt as if some elder, somewhere, had glanced at him.

Then he sensed an indescribable force settle upon him.

This power had no name, offered no explanation—he had to rely on himself to figure out how to use it.

Yet he felt an uncanny familiarity, just like when he’d reset the flow of time with Little Mustache before—that kind of familiarity.

Similar, yet entirely different power.

Wen Yan glanced at the system prompt. Ancient legends, stories passed down through the ages, surfaced before his eyes one after another.

Suddenly, he understood what he needed to do.

After a brief pause, he reached out and drew the Chunjun Mace.

Looking up at the Heavenly Hound absorbing moonlight, he glanced once again at the sky, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

”Hello, Feng Yao, quick question—does your Scorching Sun Department have any way to block all this moonlight on my end?”

Feng Yao was caught off guard; he paused, then said,

”If you’re not in a rush, we could give it a try. After all, our Scorching Sun Department isn’t some Demonic Sect, you know.”

”Hm?” Wen Yan paused, a bright smile lighting his eyes: ”Alright, I’ll call you later.”