235: Chapter 235 Officially Stepping onto the Stage of the Great Thousand World

The residual flames on the sea surface were still burning.

The lingering heat of the Heaven-Slaying Flame steamed large areas of the sea into churning white mist, and seventeen charred corpses floated in the purple-black demonic blood, rising and falling slowly with the waves.

Xue Wei was pinned to the edge of the desert island by Hun Muxiao, her hands twisted behind her back; her deep purple soft armor was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body.

She knelt on the scorched reef, her enchanting phoenix eyes fixed on Hun Feng's back until the very end.

Two Great Thousand Palace envoys stood on the island, silent for a long time.

The sea breeze, laden with the fishy, salty smell of evaporated demonic blood, rushed in from the sea, causing the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign emblems on their chests to sway gently.

One of them crouched down to examine a charred corpse, his fingertips trembling slightly when they touched the demonic energy meridians that had been burned through by the Heaven-Slaying Flame.

He had lived for thousands of years and had seen countless duels between experts, but he had never seen such an overbearing flame—it could even burn the source of demonic energy into nothingness.

He stood up, gently brushing off the charred debris remaining on his fingertips, his voice hoarse and deep: "Seventeen Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, one killed, one captured alive. Such a record, looking across the entire Great Thousand World, is quite dazzling, truly unparalleled."

The other elder did not reply.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the floating corpses on the sea, then glanced at Xue Wei kneeling on the reef, and finally landed his gaze on Hun Feng.

It was a long time before he spoke, his voice drier than the sea breeze: "Hall Master Hun, if I may be so bold—the methods you just used, spatial folding, time solidification, and manifesting dozens of clones, are those the power of Laws?"

Hun Feng turned around, his mysterious black robe rustling in the wind.

He did not deny it, only nodding slightly: "The Law of Space and the Law of Time. Obtained by chance, not worth mentioning to outsiders."

The two elders looked at each other, both seeing undisguised shock in the other's eyes.

The power of Laws was not without precedent in the Great Thousand World, but they had only seen one person in their thousands of years of life who could master two Laws simultaneously and use them to this extent.

They realized almost simultaneously: this man before them could never stop at the Immortal Grade Heavenly Supreme.

As long as he was given enough time, the Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign was inevitable, perhaps even higher.

By that time, the Spirit Hall would no longer be an "emerging force," but a behemoth capable of sitting on equal footing with the Great Thousand Palace and other long-established powers, and sixteen Heavenly Sovereigns—this weight was also quite significant.

The elder who had crouched to examine the corpses was the first to cup his hands, his tone more than twice as solemn as before: "Hall Master Hun's record today, I will report truthfully to the Great Thousand Palace. The South Sea defense line has long been a hidden danger for various major forces; the Spirit Hall's heavy blow to the Evil Race scout group will not be overlooked by the Great Thousand Palace."

The other elder also cupped his hands and said: "If the Hall Master has free time, please come to the Great Thousand Palace for a visit. I will certainly sweep the couch to welcome you."

"Certainly," Hun Feng returned the salute.

The two elders said no more, presented a Great Thousand Palace envoy token with both hands, turned, and stepped into a spatial rift.

Before leaving, one of them looked back at the charred corpses on the sea and sighed softly.

It was unclear whether he was lamenting the destruction of the Evil Race or the fact that there was another force on this continent that would keep people awake at night.

The three Sect Masters of the Three Saints Sect also bade farewell and left.

Before leaving, First Sect Master Li Zhantian held Hun Feng's hand, his grip much firmer than usual, his tone carrying undisguised admiration: "Hall Master, I have been mixing in the Chaotic Demon Sea for over a thousand years and have never admired anyone. Today, I am truly convinced. Regarding the alliance between the Three Saints Sect and the Spirit Hall, as long as you say the word, Li will not hesitate even for a sea of blades or a mountain of fire."

Second Sect Master Liu Hongying smiled sweetly and said the Three Saints Sect would follow the Spirit Hall from now on.

Third Sect Master Yin Jiuzhong rarely spoke, saying only "Take care," but his usually cold eyes held a solemnity that only he understood.

Watching the Three Saints Sect leave, Hun Feng turned and walked to the edge of the island.

Xue Wei was still kneeling on the scorched reef, head bowed, her dark red hair clinging messily to her cheeks, the tear in her deep purple soft armor revealing a large patch of dark purple skin.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly raised her head, her enchanting phoenix eyes swirling with extremely complex emotions.

She had lived for thousands of years and never thought she would be captured by a human—let alone the man she had taken a fancy to.

"You said before that you wanted to take me back to the Evil Race and keep me in your tent to look at every day," Hun Feng looked down at her, the corners of his mouth still wearing that half-smile, "What about now?"

Xue Wei was silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a very light, low laugh.

There was bitterness, self-mockery, and a complexity that even she couldn't define in that laughter.

She lowered her eyelids, her enchanting face flickering in the firelight: "Now it is you who wants to lock me in the Spirit Hall for interrogation every day. The winner takes all; there is nothing to say."

"Smart. Hun You, take her back and lock her in the dungeon." Hun Feng straightened up.

Hun You remained cold-faced, stepping forward to grab Xue Wei's shoulders and hoist her up from the reef.

Xue Wei was escorted toward the spatial rift; when she reached the rift, she suddenly looked back, her enchanting phoenix eyes staring straight at Hun Feng, and said, "You are more terrifying than I imagined."

Then she was pushed into the rift by Hun You, her dark red hair flashing and disappearing in the spatial light.

Yao Yao walked over from the side, her bone whip already retracted to her wrist, her peach-blossom eyes filled with teasing: "Husband, the way that female Evil Race member looks at you is not quite right. You don't really want to take her as a concubine, do you?"

"She is more useful alive than dead," Hun Feng reached out and flicked her forehead, "The Evil Race's troop deployment, the weaknesses of the demonic energy source, the distribution of combat power above the commander level—the things in her head are worth more than her life."

"Excuse," Yao Yao rolled her eyes at him while covering her forehead, then turned and walked toward Medusa.

Everyone stepped into the spatial rift one after another to return to the Imperial City.

Hun Muxiao walked at the end; she stood on the desert island and looked back at the sea that was still burning.

Seventeen charred corpses floated in the purple-black demonic blood, the lingering heat of the Heaven-Slaying Flame dancing on the sea surface, burning the remaining demonic energy into nothingness, bit by bit.

She suddenly remembered the words her father said when he first taught her to wield a sword many years ago in the back mountains of the Soul Realm— "A sword is used to kill, but the purpose of killing is not to kill, but to allow those who are alive to live better."

She didn't quite understand then, but now she did.

She withdrew her gaze and turned to step into the spatial rift.

This time, she was no longer just the eldest daughter of Emperor Shitian or the Law Enforcement Hall Master of the Spirit Hall.

She was Hun Muxiao, a witness to this battle, someone stepping out from her father's shadow and beginning to shine on her own.

In the central square of the Imperial City, tens of thousands of clansmen gathered.

Hun Feng stood before the viewing platform, holding the slaying heaven war spear high.

The spear still bore the demonic blood of the Evil Race Heavenly Supreme, appearing exceptionally piercing under the reflection of the blood-colored flames.

He looked at the excited and proud faces in the square and announced loudly: "In the battle of the South Sea, the Spirit Hall annihilated the Evil Race's thousand-man scout group. Seventeen Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns were killed by this Hall Master alone, and one was captured alive. The Spirit Hall is officially established!"

Three hundred thousand people let out a thunderous cheer at the same time.

The words "Spirit Hall" were shouted by three hundred thousand people simultaneously, the sound wave rushing straight into the clouds.

In the crowd, Mu Chen and Luo Li stood side by side.

He looked at the mysterious black figure on the viewing platform and suddenly remembered the words his master once said— "Becoming stronger is not for domination, but to protect everything you care about."

Now that the Spirit Hall was officially established, he had also stepped into the Sovereign Realm, with his Laws having achieved initial success.

He tilted his head to look at Luo Li, and Luo Li was also looking at him.

The two smiled at each other, everything unspoken.

In the distance, the Blood Flame Soul Crystal above the Imperial City burned more intensely amidst the cheers.

And from today on, the name Spirit Hall would be officially carved into the history of the Great Thousand World.

No one knew how far this name would go in the future, but everyone knew—it would never stop here.

Because the person standing behind it had never been someone content with mediocrity.