The battlefield, filled with beasts and cultivators, now beca empty. It is now just a giant crater.
No corpses were left behind as if everyone disappeared out of existence. Neither the Feline forces were left nor the cultivators from various clans.
Lan Xia just stared at the scene in a daze for a while, on her knees. "That… that… what are you?" Her voice quivered as she looked up at Mark's face. She was soone who seldom had emotions displayed on her face. Curiosity and happiness were atleast seen from ti to ti. But fear… she hadn't had that expression for a long ti.
Mark stretched his hand to help her to stand as he replied. "That, my dear, is an Anti-matter Missile Launcher, a weapon of mass destruction I developed. And this is the power of technology."
"Technology?" Lan Xia's entire body shivered as she returned her gaze to the empty battlefield.
Placing the banner with the words: You lose again, Golden Demon Cat, Mark left the location. He doesn't need to prove that he killed their general or sothing, as he was sure that the golden demon cat would sense the loss of her subordinate and would investigate thoroughly and find the banner.
Lan Xia, upon returning to the clan, didn't step out of her house this ti, even after two days, making others wonder whether she is in close-door cultivation or sothing.
Mark didn't pay much attention to her and took a break for a couple of days. On the third night, he once again secretly stepped into the world portal to travel to the null point.
From there, he traveled to the immortal plane of existence. The guards in azure robes were patrolling heavily this ti. Previously, they were only assessing every newcor.
But this ti, they stopped him, seeing he was wearing a cloak and a hood.
Mark lowered the hood and looked at the two guards.
"State your identity." One of them spoke.
Mark replied. "The na is Lan Gengxin and I'm from an official business from the Ice and Fire Realm, representing the Ancient Lan Sect." He spoke in confidence.
The guards were taken aback when they heard the sect's na. They instantly cupped their fists and bowed, greeting him. "We apologize. We didn't know that you were a mber of the Ancient Lan Sect. May we know your business? The immortal realm is currently in the midst of a tense situation."
Before they could react, Mark continued. "We got news that the situation is unstable at Weligar. I'm here as a scout and report to the elders."
The two guards blinked, glancing at each other in surprise. One of them spoke. "Scout Lan, Weligar doesn't exist anymore."
"What do you an?" Mark furrowed his brows.
"It was completely decimated by the Demon Cat Empress two days ago."
"What!"
The news struck like a blade to the gut. Mark stood motionless as the guard continued to speak.
"It was not just Weligar. Several other worlds fell to her wrath. Entire planets turned to dust… hundreds of clans were destroyed as if they had never existed. Thousands of immortals who were ascended from mortal planes were either captured or killed. A full-fledged war is about to start here at any ti."
Mark clenched his fists. He had expected retaliation—but this? This was beyond revenge. This was annihilation.
His provocation had drawn her attention, but instead of trying to interrogate who was that was troubling her, she had lashed out indiscriminately, consuming entire civilizations in her fury.
"Damn it… This fuc*ing cat…" Mark muttered under his breath. His face darkened, and his eyes filled with fury, and a knot of guilt coiled deep in his chest.
He wanted to kill her for his own selfish reasons: To obtain Anan. For that, he didn't even care about the cultivators fighting her forces either. His antimatter missile destroyed both sides.
However, cultivators were prepared to die at any ti. So, he wasn't that disturbed by his action. But the fact that his action brought such imnse destruction. Mark felt like he had overestimated the Sky Pavilion Sect too much and also underestimated her prowess.
And if he had to deal with her and her forces alone, Mark knew that he had to beco a lot stronger and be more prepared.
Mark disappeared into the teleportation array and returned to the null point before returning to the clan.
After returning to the clan residence, he beca low-key. Mostly training in seclusion.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months.
In no ti, 5 months passed.
During these 5 months, Mark followed the sa routine. He didn't learn any new techniques from the clan or anything.
Mark just focused on mastering the skills he had, like mastering various combos.
And when he was resting, Ark, the artificial intelligence, would use his ether energy reserves to continuously use his skill: Antimatter creation to collect antimatter for the day he was going to attack the Demon Cat Empress with a ga-ton antimatter missile.
His every mont was consud with preparation for the inevitable battle against the Golden Demon Cat.
And yet, through it all, Lan Xia never once sought him out.
Not once in half a year.
Various rumors filled the sect as usual, with the two most promising heir candidates cultivating in seclusion, but Mark didn't think much of it, though.
*
One more month later;
The grand coliseum roared with excitent. Thousands of spectators gathered from across the sect, their anticipation building as the Inner Sect Tournant was about to reach the stage of quarterfinals.
The air buzzed with spiritual energy, thick with the presence of powerful elders and disciples alike.
Mark stood in the waiting area, his eyes scanning the battlefield where a duel was being played out between two disciples.
Next to him, Shang Jiao stretched her arms, exhaling sharply as she ntally prepared herself for the upcoming fight.
As one of the cultivators fell unconscious, the Proctor announced. "The winner is Lan iyan."
As the cheers followed up for a few seconds, the proctor continued. "Now, for the last battle for the top 8. Shang Jiao and i Changsu."
As Shang Jiao took a deep breath, Mark patted her shoulder with a smile. "Go and defeat him."
Shang Jiao clenched her fists, her eyes falling upon the male who landed in the arena with grace. "I will beat that bastard to death."
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