Chapter 58: The Mysterious Expert

“Who is it?”

Wuxiang Lord sensed the collapse of Ask Immortal Pavilion and Cold Mountain Temple. That single hand had crushed Deputy Master Wen Zhong before the eyes of the world’s strongest, a shock surpassing any legend. To ordinary people, Wen Zhong stood at the peak of the cultivation world. If even such a figure could be casually erased, how terrifying must the attacker be?

Far in Suzhou, Zuo Meng stretched his hand again, brushing the void.

Ripples reappeared.

In the capital,

Wuxiang Lord roared as he retreated, trying to block the unseen attack. But this strike wasn’t aimed at him. The ripples’ power swept the Sky Prison behind him like wiping water off glass. The enraged prisoners who’d just broken free vanished without a trace—no light, no awareness of their deaths. The gap was too vast.

“Who are you? Does the court deserve a being of your stature to serve it?”

Wuxiang Lord screamed, pushing his power burst to the limit as his voice echoed through the ripples. He couldn’t fathom why such a being aided the court.

“Attacking in secret—do you oppose Cold Mountain Temple?”

“Noisy.”

The ripples surged again, that same hand reappearing.

Wuxiang Lord’s desperate strikes couldn’t harm the hand or slow it.

*Thud!*

One of Cold Mountain Temple’s four Lords, a titan among cultivators, was erased by a hand without ever seeing his foe. As for his threats about the temple? The attacker either didn’t hear or didn’t care.

In Suzhou,

Zuo Meng withdrew his hand.

To him, Cold Mountain Temple and Ask Immortal Pavilion were weeds. He acted because they used Wild Power—a force he’d studied long ago. When he altered the Second Epoch’s laws, he’d rewritten Wild Power’s principles. Not because it was weak, but because his real world lacked compatible forces to expand it.

Had Wuxiang Lord and Wen Zhong known they died for this, they’d have coughed blood and perished anew.

*Wrong path, no mercy.*

“Guidance is needed.”

Zuo Meng resolved to steer the cultivation world’s mainstream, bringing insights to his real world to prevent regression toward Wild Power. As for the golden silhouette’s schemes? He wasn’t worried. He wasn’t a creator here—just Xue Chuan, the scholar. A disguise!

In the palace,

After Wuxiang Lord and Wen Zhong’s deaths, royal experts purged the remnants.

The Emperor of Great Chu counterattacked, slaughtering nearly seventy percent of the foes.

Blood dyed the palace crimson.

The Supreme Heavenly Book regained fame as the Emperor’s Yuan Ying Stage cultivation shocked the world. Ordinary people now knew a realm existed above Golden Core—where the Emperor stood. Gossips whispered that besides him, an old eunuch and National Master Zhang He had also reached this stage.

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Three Yuan Ying experts stifled the world with their might.

While outsiders marveled at the court’s strength, inside the palace hall,

The Emperor of Chu and his top allies gathered under oppressive silence, broken only by torch crackles. The court was strong, but not as mythic as rumors claimed. Yuan Ying cultivators existed in Ask Immortal Pavilion and Cold Mountain Temple too—in equal or greater numbers.

This time, National Master Zhang He had been diverted, while the Emperor and old eunuch Wan were ambushed and pinned down. The palace nearly fell. Without the mysterious expert’s aid, Great Chu would’ve been destroyed.

“I want to know who exactly took action.”

Recalling the hand that had crushed Deputy Master Wen Zhong of Ask Immortal Pavilion, the Emperor of Chu couldn’t suppress a shiver of fear.

Though stronger than Wen Zhong, he couldn’t have defeated such an opponent with a single strike—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been cornered in the first place. That mysterious hand had shattered his perception of power, making him feel true life-and-death peril.

“Could it be the demon monk from Cold Mountain Temple?”

The Chancellor—a hunched old man in his sixties who seemed unremarkable—was actually a peak Golden Core expert.

“Unlikely,” a general countered. “That demon monk wouldn’t attack Ask Immortal Pavilion members. Besides, some victims were from his own Cold Mountain Temple.”

“Then it’s an unknown strong individual,” an old marquis spat. “This chaos has brought all kinds of strange beings out of hiding.”

“At least this person indirectly aided us,” the Chancellor said. “The law upheaval didn’t just affect Great Chu—entire savage nations have fallen. We’re still better off.”

“Order the Astronomy Bureau to investigate.”

Before the upheaval, the Astronomy Bureau tracked stars and set calendars. After the laws shifted again, some officials awakened totems granting divination powers.

Soon, trembling Astronomy Bureau officials knelt before the throne.

“No findings at all?”

“This worthless servant only traced the power’s origin… to the southeast.” The official kowtowed frantically. The Emperor rarely tasked them with anything, and they’d failed.

“The southeast isn’t nothing,” National Master Zhang He interjected. Having fallen for a diversion tactic that cost the court dearly, he’d been scrutinizing every clue since returning.

“You’ve found something?” The Emperor leaned forward. With Great Chu’s resources, surely they could recruit such a powerhouse.

“While rushing back from Suzhou to the capital, I sensed faint energy fluctuations. At the time, I ignored them—but Suzhou lies southeast.”

“Suzhou…” The Emperor rose and paced. “Send Eunuch Wan to Suzhou immediately. Find this mysterious expert.”