The Supreme Elder's eyes dilated to the size of a needle as he stood up.
"Who is there?!"
The young man, whose feet seemed glued to the wall, spoke softly.
"I am just a normal cultivator seeking reward in this world."
As he spoke, he walked along the wall as if it were the ground.
Wei Ton stood up and cupped his fists toward the Supreme Elder in respect.
"Supreme Elder, I, leader of the Second Force, request permission to kill this shameless guy who barged in here without permission."
The Supreme Elder's eyes were furious and wary at the same time.
This guy is speaking so casually… and I couldn't even sense him when he appeared.
He is already a legend… a rising star.
All the sect immortals in the hall looked on tensely. None dared to attack, as doing so might damage the base and earn the Supreme Elder's wrath. So they waited for an order.
But no order came.
The Supreme Elder walked past his table and descended the stone steps, looking up.
"May I ask where you come from, fellow cultivator?"
The young man wearing a straw hat did not answer as he continued walking across the ceiling, passing above him.
Veins bulged on the Supreme Elder's forehead.
Finally, the young man spoke.
"Nowhere."
The Supreme Elder's expression turned wary as smoke rose from his nose, ears, and eyes.
"Ahh… the Supreme Elder is a Fire Immortal!" an old man sitting beside him shouted.
Even the immortals were shocked.
The Supreme Elder sighed and turned to give a strange look at the man above him.
"May I ask what you want?"
A gust of aura erupted from the Supreme Elder's body, causing cracks to spread across the ceiling. Dust fell through the air, covering the table below.
Suddenly, two razor-sharp tusks emerged beneath his mouth as he turned fully around. Smoke poured from his ears, eyes, pores, and nose. His eyes were now filled with a blood-red murderous aura.
"Ahahaha… why the tense rage? My name is Huan Xin!"
The Supreme Elder froze instantly.
"What?!"
The entire hall erupted in shock. Men and women shouted in disbelief.
"Isn't that the Second Supreme Elder of the Empire Continent?!"
"Yes! And not only that—he is also at the Shadow Immortal Realm path!"
"He is the same level as Bo Zing from the First Force!"
Every immortal was shaken. One suddenly shouted:
"How dare you invade the Immortal Continent!"
The man in the ceiling yawned as he fell downward, spinning once before landing lightly on the ground.
"May I speak first?"
"Bullshit of the century!"
An immortal shouted furiously. His hands were covered in black markings, and his eyes burned with killing intent.
The Supreme Elder had not even noticed him earlier—this only made the situation more terrifying.
"Calm down, little boy. You don't understand—everyone here doesn't have to fight. I have no enemies in this world… there is only Huan Yi—"
"Shut your mouth, outsider!" another immortal retorted.
The Supreme Elder's anger rose, but he forced himself to calm down. His tusks retracted, and his aura stabilized.
The bloodlust-filled immortal also calmed down.
The Supreme Elder gestured to restrain him as he walked toward the outsider.
"What are you doing here in our base, Second Supreme Elder?"
Huan Xin yawned and stretched his arms upward.
At that moment, the Supreme Elder nearly lost control and wanted to strike him down.
But he forced himself to stay calm.
"If you do not speak, we will prepare your burial."
"Ahh, calm down, young man. I am here for an important matter."
The Supreme Elder wiped blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Because
Because…" Huan Xin tilted his head slightly, his smile fading for the first time.
The entire hall fell silent.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
"Because of this."
He opened his palm.
A faint light flickered.
Then—
A miniature immortal ice mountain shot out from his body, no larger than a grain of sand at first.
But the moment it appeared, it expanded violently.
RUMBLE!
In an instant, it grew into a towering mountain that filled half the hall, radiating endless cold that made even the immortals shiver.
The entire crowd froze.
Every eye dilated to the size of needles.
Fear.
Real fear.
For the first time in their lives.
Inside the ice mountain… a figure was sealed.
A legendary figure.
The hall went dead silent.
The Supreme Elder staggered back, clutching his chest.
"How…?"
Within the ice, a bald man in a yellow robe stood frozen mid-motion. Silver patterns shone faintly at the bottom of his garment, and a purple sash wrapped his waist. He wore simple sandals.
Even while sealed, his presence felt divine.
Someone whispered in disbelief:
"…Sun Tzu?"
The name spread like poison through the hall.
"Sun Tzu… the strategist of legends?"
"Impossible…"
"Isn't he supposed to be dead for millions of years?!"
Huan Xin's smile returned faintly.
"You all should know Sun Tzu."
Sun Tzu was a brilliant man of—
"Bullshit." Mo Qing suddenly interrupted, his voice sharp.
His finger pointed forward, trembling slightly—not from anger, but shock.
"Tell us how you did this."
His eyes narrowed.
"Sun Tzu, formerly known as the Sage Emperor Equal to Renewal the Blood Killer… how is his body preserved to this extent?"
The hall turned even colder.
Mo Qing continued, voice heavy:
"What happened three million years ago? And why were there plans to revive Renewal and Sun Tzu?"
Silence.
No one answered.
No one could.
The Supreme Elder finally spoke, his voice low.
"Three million years ago… your ancestors, and the rulers of the Region Continent, made a plan."
His gaze sharpened.
"To take over the Immortal Continent."
A pause.
"…with Sun Tzu."
A second silence—then chaos exploded.
"What?!"
Bo Zing slammed his hand down, standing instantly.
The ground cracked beneath him.
"Are you saying our ancestors planned war on this scale?!"
The Supreme Elder snorted coldly.
"Quiet."
His aura pressed down, forcing silence.
"Let me finish."
He looked back at the frozen figure inside the ice mountain.
"And you…" his eyes narrowed at Huan Xin.
"…why are you here?"
Huan Xin stretched lazily again.
"Oh? You want my backstory?"
The Supreme Elder's expression darkened instantly.
"Don't test me."
His voice dropped like a blade.
"Do not act arrogant just because you carry the Peace Emperor's name. One more word of nonsense… and your next breath will be your last."
Huan Xin chuckled.
"Ohhh… admirable threat."
"Cough… cough…"
A sudden coughing sound broke the tension.
The Supreme Elder turned sharply.
A man from the Second Strongest Clan staggered forward, coughing blood onto the floor.
Even the table beneath him was stained red.
He wiped his lips slowly.
"Bastard…" he muttered.
"If you want an artifact to speak, then here."
He raised his hand.
A massive coin made of dark crystal appeared, engraved with swirling smiling faces.
He tossed it forward.
Huan Xin caught it effortlessly between two fingers.
He examined it for a moment.
"…Fake Soul Coin."
A faint grin appeared.
"An admirable artifact."
He flicked it once and stored it away into his realm.
Then he sighed.
"I came here to negotiate."
A pause.
"But that would be too boring."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"Huh?"
The Supreme Elder's hair lifted slightly as if caught in an invisible wind.
Huan Xin's eyes slowly darkened.
His pupils turned completely pitch black.
Then he smiled.
"Let's show the heavens what we are made of."