Ling Ye ignores Zhuge Qingchan and simply scans the vast ancient building.
No one dares to meet his gaze. The moment his eyes sweep over them, they quickly lower their heads, afraid to make eye contact.
This is the Blood Shadow Demon Lord. His sudden arrival can mean nothing good.
There is no such thing as an uninvited guest at the Library of Infinite Worlds.
If he has come in person, something major is about to happen.
"Leave."
Ling Ye's voice is calm, yet absolute.
The moment those words leave his lips, the entire hall erupts into motion. Everyone turns around and flees as fast as they can.
He just told them to leave—he didn't attack them. They should be grateful. Grateful to be spared.
As they run, a wave of relief washes over them.
In mere moments, the once-crowded Library of Infinite Worlds is completely empty.
Only Ling Ye and Zhuge Qingchan remain, standing high above the vast space.
"The world fears you even more than I imagined," Zhuge Qingchan murmurs.
He didn't lift a finger, yet he sent everyone into sheer panic. It was the same in the Spirit Race.
The fear of him is etched into their very bones. It is ingrained deep in their souls.
"This library holds any ancient text you may need. Within a month, find a way for my rebirth."
Ling Ye waves his hand.
Hum!
A massive blood-colored barrier forms, sealing the entire Library of Infinite Worlds.
"No one will disturb you until you figure it out."
He then takes out a jade talisman and hands it to Zhuge Qingchan.
"If you make progress, use this to contact me."
"Yes! I understand." Zhuge Qingchan reaches out her small hand and carefully takes the talisman.
She has long yearned to visit this place—this sacred hall of knowledge.
For someone who loves books and wisdom, this is a dream come true.
Unfortunately, she was too weak before. She never had the power to enter such a sacred place.
Of course, even the strongest figures of the Spirit Race wouldn't have been able to bring her here.
"Filter out anything useless. Remember, you only have one month," Ling Ye warns.
"I know! I will… I won't disappoint you." Zhuge Qingchan nods firmly.
Ling Ye has placed great trust in her. She cannot let him down.
She must ensure his victory.
"You are a rare genius. I believe in you," Ling Ye says calmly.
Then, space around him distorts, and he vanishes.
Now, only Zhuge Qingchan remains.
Her gaze sweeps across the towering bookshelves, stretching endlessly in all directions.
Compared to this vast archive of wisdom, she feels like a mere speck in the universe.
So small.
But she is determined to absorb all the knowledge within this ancient building.
Taking a deep breath, she moves forward.
Her figure floats toward the shelves, ready to begin her search.
Within a month, using both her existing knowledge and the wisdom stored here…
She will find a way.
She will ensure Ling Ye's victory.
She will make every enemy who opposes him suffer a crushing defeat.
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After leaving the Library of Infinite Worlds, Ling Ye heads to a place known as Chaos Asura Prison.
A lawless land, filled with the madmen of the universe.
This place was once a prison—formed from the wreckage of eighteen shattered worlds.
The Eighteenth Floor of Asura Purgatory.
The deeper one descends, the more terrifying the pressure becomes.
Each floor radiates an immense force, condensed from the spiritual power of the heavens.
Even the weakest layer can only be endured by those at the God Realm and above.
It is said that this place was originally used to imprison the ancient gods.
Thus, it came to be known as Chaos Asura Prison.
But that was in the past.
Now, the prison has been overtaken by the madmen of the universe, transforming it into something else entirely.
No longer a place of confinement—now, it is a battlefield of cultivation.
More accurately… a hell of cultivation.
The crushing pressure of Chaos Asura Prison is monstrous.
But at the same time, it is a paradise for those seeking power.
Anyone who can withstand its weight can refine and absorb the overwhelming spiritual energy within.
The eighteenth floor holds the strongest concentration of this energy.
The deeper one goes, the more powerful the energy becomes.
Because of this, warriors from across the heavens flock to this place, all desperate to grow stronger.
It is a chaotic battleground.
A place with no rules.
A place where only strength matters.
Here, there is no justice.
No morality.
No conscience.
No fairness.
Only bloodshed.
Here, countless lives have been lost.
The innocent, the wicked—it doesn't matter.
Because the moment one steps into Chaos Asura Prison…
Nothing else exists.