Published at 22nd of June 2025 7:45 am

Chapter 503 Fire Spiritual Palace

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The Black Infernal Tower, a relic passed down from Emperor Kong Ming in ancient times, stood as a priceless treasure Nie Li refused to let rot away in the Tiny World.

As he prepared to store it, the surrounding crowd instinctively stepped back. This colossal structure had stood tall on the eighth layer of the Nine-Layered Deathlands, and it was precisely this treasure that had allowed them to withstand Zhu Long's assaults for so long. Naturally, curiosity filled everyone.

"Nie Li, the Black Infernal Tower is massive. Do you need help?" the Lord of the Nether asked as Ling Yun and the others approached.

Controlling such a towering structure wasn't something ordinary people could manage with ease.

Nie Li chuckled. "Haha! Thank you, Master, but this tiny tower is nothing to me."

The Black Infernal Tower had stood unmovable in the Nether Realm for countless years, and no one had ever been able to shift it. In their eyes, Nie Li's attempt to store it was absurd. Yet after everything they had seen from him, not one dared interrupt. They watched in stunned silence.

Nie Li raised his hand and summoned several Divine Guardian Rocks into the sky. The Black Infernal Tower slowly began to hover in midair.

"Go!" he commanded.

The rocks streaked through the sky, instantly arranging themselves into a massive formation above the tower.

"Rise!" Nie Li roared.

Radiant light erupted from the Guardian Rocks, weaving into a powerful array. A wave of energy surged forth, enveloping the entire Black Infernal Tower.

Rumble!

The ground quaked violently as the tower trembled, sending shockwaves throughout the entire Nine-Layered Deathlands. Terrified, the onlookers scattered to avoid the aftershocks.

Amid the rolling thunder of the array, the Black Infernal Tower began to lift off the ground.

"It's really rising!"

"How is Nie Li going to store something that huge?" Ling Yun and the others were stunned.

Nie Li answered with action. He summoned the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Painting from his soul realm. It flew out from his hand, glowing brilliantly as it unfurled in the air.

The painting hovered in the air like a true, living landscape. By now, Nie Li had achieved complete control over the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Painting.

Spatial energy surged outward from within the painting, latching onto the towering Black Infernal Tower. The structure trembled and fought back against the pull, thrashing inside the painting's grasp, but it couldn't break free.

"Get in!" Nie Li roared, extending his right hand.

The painting swept back into his palm, and with it, the Black Infernal Tower vanished, drawn into the painting's vast inner world. In the next instant, Nie Li recalled the painting back into his soul realm.

The inner domain of the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Painting was entirely under Nie Li's control. Now that the Black Infernal Tower had entered it, he could refine it whenever he wished.

Compared to when he had subdued the Void Illusionary Divine Palace, Nie Li was vastly more powerful. Storing the Black Infernal Tower had taken no effort at all.

"It's gone?!"

"Where did the Black Infernal Tower go? Did anyone see what happened?"

Everyone stared in shock at the sudden disappearance of the towering structure. Some rubbed their eyes, convinced they must have seen wrong. Nie Li had already given them too many surprises for one day.

Inside the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Painting, a wandering consciousness drifted aimlessly through the halls of the Void Illusionary Divine Palace.

The entire space trembled.

Startled, the consciousness looked up and froze. A massive, flame-wreathed tower had appeared above the palace. Its presence was overwhelming.

"What the hell?! Where did that brat get such a monstrous treasure?" the consciousness muttered, stunned. But then, a sly grin crept across its formless face. "Heh… he hasn't refined it yet and stored it inside my palace—so it's mine."

With a wicked laugh, the consciousness darted toward the Black Infernal Tower.

"Infinity has no beginning. No beginning gives rise to no end!"

A thunderous voice boomed from within the Black Infernal Tower the moment the consciousness entered it. The overwhelming sound nearly tore the intruding soul apart.

"What in the abyss is this?!" it shrieked as black flames erupted from the tower and tore through its form.

"ARGH!" The consciousness howled in agony. Though it had no physical form, the black flames licked at it mercilessly as if burning its very existence.

The consciousness fled from the Black Infernal Tower in a flash, retreating to the Void Illusionary Divine Palace.

Boom!

The Void Illusionary Divine Palace and the Void Illusionary Divine Array activated simultaneously, releasing waves of black energy that extinguished the black flames clinging to the consciousness.

"What in the world is that tower?! It even set my incorporeal form on fire!" it screeched internally. "Good thing I escaped fast enough. Any later, and the explosion would've reduced me to ashes! I need to recover immediately!"

Without hesitation, it sank deep into the palace's inner sanctum, putting as much distance as possible between itself and the monstrous tower.

……

Meanwhile, as Nie Li secured the Black Infernal Tower, a streak of brilliant light tore through the skies of the Draconic Ruins Realm, its monstrous aura slicing the void like paper.

Suddenly, the figure within the light halted midair—a mysterious old man who cultivated the techniques left behind by Emperor Kong Ming.

"Hmm?" The old man's eyes gleamed coldly. "The aura of the Black Infernal Tower has disappeared?"

He turned his gaze toward the Tiny World, a sinister smile creeping across his face.

"So it's that boy from Glory City… Perfect. When he ripens, I'll devour him and ascend even higher."

……

Over the next few days, the factions of the Nether Realm began to mobilize.

At Du Ze's order, the clans gathered, ready to migrate to the Draconic Ruins Realm through the vortex passage. But not everyone chose to leave. Some stayed behind to protect the land they had long called home.

The Lord of the Nether chose to stay.

"The Nether Realm is my blood and soul," he muttered, watching as waves of cultivators stepped into the swirling vortex. "No matter what happens, I won't abandon it."

He had poured his heart into this realm for countless years. Now, aside from his daughter Xiao Yu, it was all that tethered him to this world.

……

On the ninth level of the Nine-Layered Deathlands, Nie Li brought the Lord of the Nether into the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains Painting, where they visited the slumbering Xiao Yu.

"She was just a baby when I took her in… I never imagined she'd carry such a heavy fate," the Lord of the Nether sighed, gazing down at Xiao Yu, whose body radiated a terrifying aura even in sleep.

Nie Li had already told him the truth of Xiao Yu's origins. And now that he understood the burden she carried, part of him wished she could have lived an ordinary life, free from this destiny far too heavy for a girl like her to bear.

"Nie Li, from this moment on, I'm entrusting Xiao Yu to you. You must take care of her," the Lord of the Nether said solemnly. "If she suffers even the slightest grievance, I won't forgive you."

"Master, don't worry," Nie Li replied just as seriously. "I will protect her with everything I have."

The Lord of the Nether nodded. "Good. Don't ever let me hear that you failed her."

"...Wait, what?" Nie Li scratched his head awkwardly. "Master, you're misunderstanding!"

"What is there to misunderstand?" the Lord of the Nether retorted with a sideways glance. "A young man and a young woman, alone in an isolated world. What isn't there to misunderstand?"

Nie Li opened his mouth, but no words came. He stood utterly speechless.

The Lord of the Nether said nothing more, simply raising his head to the skies. After a long pause, he muttered, "Leave tomorrow."

……

The next morning, the group said their goodbyes to the Lord of the Nether.

As they prepared to step into the teleportation array, Nie Li turned back and shouted, "Master! If you ever want to visit, this array will take you straight to the Divine Feathers Sect!"

Waving his hand one last time, he stepped into the spatial tunnel with the others, vanishing from sight.

The Nether Realm suddenly felt desolate. The Lord of the Nether stood alone, surrounded by the silence of a world that had once echoed with life, now fading into memory.

……

Upon returning to the Draconic Ruins Realm, Nie Li assigned Lu Piao, Du Ze, and the others the task of guiding all those from the Nether Realm to settle in the Divine Feathers Sect.

As for Nie Li himself, he had other plans.

"I'm going to the Demon God Sect," he said.

Lu Piao's eyes widened. "The Demon God Sect? That's suicide—let me come with you!"

"I'll be fine," Nie Li said with a smile. "Besides, I've absorbed the memories of Ancestor Crimson Serpent. If necessary, I can infiltrate in his form."

"…Still, you need to be careful," Ye Ziyun and Xiao Ning'er said almost in unison. They held onto Nie Li's hands, worry visible in their eyes.

Nie Li gave them a reassuring smile. "Relax—I'm not going alone. Yu Yan's with me. What could happen?"

"I'm not worried about your safety," Lu Piao muttered with a pout. "I'm just worried you'll get seduced by some demoness in that sect…"

Nie Li smacked Lu Piao on the head and scowled.

"I'm off," he added, giving a casual wave as he turned and departed swiftly with Yu Yan at his side.

"Let's go as well," Lu Piao muttered, still rubbing his head.

Xiao Ning'er and Ye Ziyun turned back with every few steps, reluctant to leave. Their eyes lingered on Nie Li's fading figure until he finally disappeared from view.

……

The Demon God Sect, the most formidable demonic force in the Draconic Ruins Realm, comprised six Spiritual Palaces, each holding immense power. At their peak, the Demon God Sect could rival even the combined might of the Six Divine Sects.

In the southwest region of the sect lay the Fire Spiritual Palace, encircled by vast mountain ranges that glowed faintly with spiritual energy.

Long ago, Ancestor Crimson Serpent had been a lowly outer disciple here, assigned to oversee the Tiny World on behalf of the sect.

Now, Nie Li stood in a remote valley near the Fire Spiritual Palace, his sharp gaze sweeping across the flame-colored mountain range.

"So this is the Fire Spiritual Palace of the Demon God Sect…" Nie Li muttered to himself, lips curling into a smirk.

He concealed Yu Yan's presence and activated a secret transformation technique.

Spiritual energy surged around him, twisting his body as it reshaped his flesh and bones. Within moments, his appearance changed completely. He now looked exactly like Ancestor Crimson Serpent.

With his disguise complete, Nie Li lifted into the air and flew straight toward the outer gates of the Fire Spiritual Palace.

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