Standing in the Wangu Realm where the heaven and earth attributes were extremely abundant, Gongsun Ruoli didn’t come back to her senses for a long while.

“That’s right.”

Jun Changxiao said, “This is my world.”

“My son is truly extraordinary.”

Breaking through to Half-Step Heavenly Secret Realm shocked Gongsun Ruoli. Possessing a powerful plane shocked her even more.

“I’ve already arranged the clansmen here, but we lack a leader. I hope Father can take charge.” Jun Changxiao said.

“You are the Patriarch.”

“I also have to manage the sect and the entire plane.”

Ever since becoming the Stone Statue Clan Patriarch, Jun Changxiao had handed all internal affairs to the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers. Not because he deliberately slacked off, but because there were many things he had to do—he simply couldn’t manage everything.

“Alright.”

Gongsun Ruoli said, “The injury needs some time to recover. I’ll temporarily help you handle clan internal affairs.”

Just like that, Gousheng pushed the Patriarch’s responsibility over again, one burden lighter.

Gongsun Ruoli was originally the Stone Statue Clan’s number one, so when she arrived at the ancestral land, she quickly summoned the civil and military officials to carefully discuss the clan’s future development.

Speaking of development, one must mention the Wangu Realm’s recent changes.

Each clan had successively built cities suitable for their clan’s living. The originally desolate land had gradually gained vitality.

Especially within the several-thousand-li radius centered on Wangu Sect, under the efforts of Old Wei and the Medicine Hall members, they had successively cultivated quite a few medicinal herb types of vegetation. The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

“My plane.”

Standing at the mountain peak, overlooking the land, Jun Changxiao said proudly, “Will become stronger and stronger.”

Peppa was continuing to cultivate wasteland.

Li Qingyang was continuing to research various city buildings.

The Stone Statue Clan and Dragon Clan in their ancestral lands were constantly exploring, thereby able to live long-term.

The originally abandoned Xuanyuan Realm was now thriving. How high it could grow in the future depended not only on Jun Changxiao but also on the joint efforts of all the major clans.

…

“No wonder it can fly.”

In the great hall, Jun Changxiao played with the bronze mirror, saying, “So it relies on this.”

Taixuan Elder said, “Complex formations exist inside this object. After activation, it can resist the erosion of universal power.”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up, saying, “Can you crack it? Can you replicate it?”

Although he had the Wangu Vessel and other warships that could bring disciples to fly through the upper universe, they ultimately couldn’t go out individually. This was somewhat inconvenient. If they could develop bronze mirrors, the problem would be well solved.

“The internal formation system is extremely similar to the Star Spirit Realm’s. There shouldn’t be any major problems.” Taixuan Elder said.

Having him fight was a bit difficult. Having him research technology was most suitable.

“Similar to the Star Spirit Realm?”

“Could the Heavenly Demon Emperor be related to the Star Spirit Realm?”

Jun Changxiao’s brows furrowed.

If his speculation was correct, the situation was probably a bit serious.

…

Tianwei Secret Realm.

The core disciples led by Lu Qianqian stood in the great hall.

After several days of rest, they still decided to challenge an SS-rank Heroic Soul, not for anything else but to obtain equipment.

“Choose who?”

“Choose him!”

“Swoosh—”

After everyone selected the Heroic Soul, they were transported to a location where rivers surged.

A person stood on the shore, looking up to the heavens with a long sigh, “Heaven destroys me, so why should I cross! Even if the fathers and brothers of Jiangdong pity me and make me king, what face do I have to see them!”

“…”

Li Qingyang and the others’ brows furrowed tightly.

This should be the SS-rank Heroic Soul they had just selected.

Although his back was turned to everyone, making his appearance unclear, he emanated an imposing aura of strength capable of pulling up mountains with spirit covering the world—seemingly even more formidable than the Lü Bu they had encountered before.

“Swoosh—”

A sound of breaking air came.

Before everyone could raise their heads, they saw a heavy spear crash thunderously to the ground.

“Snap!”

The person with his back turned grasped the weapon with one hand, slowly turning around to reveal a face full of kingly domineering aura, saying, “Come, battle!”

“Clop clop clop!”

At the same time, a black horse galloped over from nearby.

“Swoosh—” That person raised his spear and mounted, landing on the horse in a majestic posture. The spearhead gathered energy, thrusting toward everyone, and roared, “I am the Hegemon-King of Western Chu!”

“Boom!”

Xiao Zueji held his shield horizontally before him, blocking that overwhelmingly powerful thrust. He was also instantly sent flying.

“Attack!”

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Lu Qianqian, Ye Xingchen, and the others all charged forward.

A battle between Wangu Sect core disciples versus the Hegemon-King of Western Chu was declared open.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Half an hour later.

Xiang Yu, covered in wounds, stood with his Tyrant Spear before the Wu River.

“Plop!”

He Wudi sat down weakly, thinking inwardly, “This guy is too strong…”

Beside him were Lu Qianqian and Ye Xingchen. Both had also exhausted all their energy, looking as if they would collapse at any moment.

As for Li Qingyang, Xiao Zueji, and the others, they lay on the ground having lost combat ability.

Large and small craters covered the ground, and space had become distorted. Clearly, in the fast-forwarded half hour, both sides had launched an extremely brutal battle.

“Though I die…”

Xiang Yu placed his sword against his neck, saying proudly, “I am still the Hegemon-King of Western Chu…”

“Puff—”

Blood splattered, falling into the river water.

However, even after losing his life force, Xiang Yu still didn’t fall. Not until his body gradually transformed into smoke, leaving behind that Tyrant Spear which had accompanied him through campaigns in all directions.

“This…”

Li Qingyang and the others were dumbfounded.

Although they had already beaten this SS-rank Heroic Soul to a critical state, he wouldn’t go so far as to draw his sword and commit suicide, right?

They didn’t understand.

This man would rather choose to die by his own sword than die by another’s sword.

“Second Senior Brother…”

Su Xiaomo said weakly, “Take the spear…”

Li Qingyang struggled to walk over, grasping that spear engraved with the two characters ‘Supreme,’ saying, “Who wants it?”

“I don’t use spears…”

“I… also don’t…”

Su Xiaomo and Li Fei said. From their halting words, it was clear that although they had defeated the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, they were also exhausted to the point of complete fatigue. If the opponent had a bit more health left, they would probably be directly wiped out.

Li Qingyang stored the Tyrant Spear in his space ring, saying, “Let the Sect Master distribute it.”

“Ding! Because the challengers did not defeat the Hegemon-King of Western Chu within the allotted time, they will be forcibly transported out!”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Everyone was instantly sent out of the secret realm.

“Plop!” Su Xiaomo heavily fell to the ground, wailing, “Ow, my waist…”

…

“Tyrant Spear?”

In the great hall, Jun Changxiao received the weapon from Li Qingyang’s hand.

When he saw the two characters engraved on it, he jumped up with a whoosh, overjoyed beyond measure, saying, “Supreme grade!”

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang said, “That person called himself the Hegemon-King of Western Chu. Later, seeing the situation was already lost, he drew his sword and committed suicide by the river.”

“This was a tragic hero.”

Jun Changxiao said sympathetically, “Unfortunately, he encountered an even craftier opponent.”

“Swoosh!”

Jun Changxiao grasped the spear and went outside, standing in the training grounds.

At that moment, he seemed to return to the scene when Xiang Yu had been surrounded at the Wu River in the past, with Chu songs drifting from all directions.

“My strength can pull up mountains, my spirit covers the world. When times are against me, my steed won’t advance. When my steed won’t advance, what can I do? Yu, oh Yu, what shall I do with you…” As Jun Changxiao sang mournfully while wielding the Tyrant Spear, magnificent imposing aura permeated, causing heaven and earth to lose all color.

Without doubt.

The Supreme Tyrant Spear was no less than the Supreme Immortal Sword.

“Good spear!”

“Good weapon!”

After testing, Jun Changxiao stood horizontally with the spear.

The camera turned to the surroundings, and one could see the Wangu Sect’s high-ranking members and disciples lying on the ground with bleeding from all seven orifices, foaming at the mouth. The reason was they had completely failed to anticipate that the Sect Master would suddenly—burst into song!