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Curiosity filled Lan Xia, once again, abandoned her stoic and unapproachable personality. She spent the rest of the day pestering Mark.

"What is it made of?"

"Is it only adamantium or something else?"

"Why is it called Unnamed?"

"Who created it?"

"Where did you acquire it?"

"Why do the mortal plane have so many amazing things?" Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

"Tell me its maker's name. I want to make a similar thing for myself."

Mark had a headache while dealing with Lan Xia. She is like this leech that just doesn't give up until she finds the answers she seeks.

As Mark refused to divulge the secrets of Unnamed and the system, Lan Xia continued to bother him every single day.

The rumors passed around that Lan Xia has taken interest in Shang Zhen. Some rumors even go to the extent that Shang Zhen and Lan Xia were originally lovers but since they have to compete for the seat, they broke up. Some rumors go like Lan Xia travels very often to meet Shang Zhen as she still has feelings for him, although he doesn't seem to like her. And that is why Lan Xia refuses the proposal of any other man. Shang Zhen is here, not for the throne but for the girl, blah blah blah…

As people talked about it over and over, the rumors only became more absurd. Neither of them cared about the rumors nor did they have a bunch of close friends to tease them around anyway.

And within no time, one heavenly week passed away.

It was in the middle of the night. With no threats to face, the disciples and the elders were having a comfortable sleep in their quarters. One such quarter didn't have its sole occupant sleep like the rest. It is Mark.

During the past week, he managed to gather enough information about the Feline Empire and he was now more than ever ready with his preemptive strike in the shadows.

Mark left the sect grounds in the dead of night. Cloaked in shadows, he moved swiftly through the empty corridors, his steps light as air. He reached the world teleportation portal, where a few guards stood watch. Without hesitation, he struck, knocking them unconscious before they could react.

Just as he was about to step forward, a sharp presence filled the air.

The Chief Guard. An immortal realm expert.

"Who is there?"

Before the Chief Guard could even notice Mark, the latter used Freezing Gaze on his back, freezing him on the spot. Mark flew toward the teleportation gate/world portal. Just as he was about to step in, he turned, sensing another presence all of a sudden.

The space distorted not far away from him, before a figure materialized. Lan Xia appeared and she spoke. "Greetings, Shang Zhen."

Surprise flickered in Mark's eyes. "How do you know that I was going out? No, how did you follow me? I didn't even sense you." Mark said, still hiding his face under the hood.

She tilted her head slightly. "I have spatial abilities. I can go into another dimension and then reappear anywhere I want. And I had my eyes on you the whole time."

"Okay, first of all. That's Creepy." Mark commenting before narrowing his eyes. "Anyways, whatever I do is none of your business. Leave."

She folded her arms. "No. I follow."

"Leave"

"No"

*

After their long argument, Mark had to confide in and let her tag along. He found her annoying, but definitely didn't want to alert the elders around in the sect.

After a while, one of the teleportation portals in the Null point flared to life beneath Mark and Lan Xia, intricate runes glowing with a brilliance that threatened to blind.

The space around them distorted, twisting and folding like rippling water as an unseen force pulled them forward. In the blink of an eye, the world around them dissolved into a spectrum of cascading light.

Then—silence.

Mark's boots touched solid ground first, his senses instantly sharpened as the air grew heavier, thicker with energy. The Immortal Plane of Existence.

Lan Xia landed beside him with practiced grace, her icy gaze scanning the surroundings. They stood within an enormous teleportation hall, a grand structure forged from celestial stone, its towering walls embedded with countless arrays pulsing with immortal energy. Guards in azure robes patrolled the area, their sharp eyes assessing every newcomer.

A massive banner hung from the ceiling—Sky Pavilion Sect—one of the dominant forces in the immortal plane of existence, controlling hundreds of thousands of worlds. They are also the best allies of mortal humanoid races in the immortal plane.

Mark adjusted the hood of his cloak, pulling it lower to shadow his features. "We're not staying," he murmured to Lan Xia, his voice low but firm.

Without another word, he strode towards another teleportation array. This one was different. The energy was unstable, flickering erratically as if struggling to maintain its structure. A warning sign floated in the air beside it, written in glowing characters:

"Portal to Weligar - War Zone. Travel at your own risk."

Lan Xia frowned but followed without hesitation. Whatever game Mark was playing, she intended to see it through.

As they stepped into the portal, the world shattered around them once more.

The moment they arrived at a random location, the scent of blood filled the air.

The sky above Weligar was an ominous shade of deep red, fractured by streaks of lightning that never seemed to fade. Explosions rumbled in the distance, shaking the very ground beneath them. Screams, the clash of weapons, the guttural roars of beasts—it was chaos.

Mark exhaled slowly. "Perfect timing."

Lan Xia adjusted the mask over her face, her sharp eyes darting to the battlefield below. Two massive armies clashed in the valley—a monstrous horde of towering beastkin of Feline race against an organized force of cultivators. Energy beams carved through the landscape, sending chunks of land flying into the sky.

They can clearly feel the pressure of immortals and demigods all over the place.

"This is madness," she murmured. "Why are you here?"

Mark didn't answer. He was already moving.

With a flick of his wrist, he donned a sleek black mask, obscuring his identity completely. His aura suppressed, his presence became like a whisper in the wind. Lan Xia followed suit, masking her features before catching up with him.

Slipping through enemy lines was effortless. Mark moved like a shadow, bypassing beastkin patrols with precise steps, never leaving a trace. Lan Xia, on the other hand, moved through the other dimension as she closely followed him.

Ahead of them, the enemy command tent loomed—a towering structure built from beast bones and crimson banners. Guards in heavy armor patrolled the entrance, their Feline beast-like features snarling with barely contained aggression.

Mark motioned by raising his hand. Wait.

He then took out a sleek obsidian black handgun out of his inventory and aimed at the guard.

Aiming at it, Mark's finger pressed on the trigger. Concentrated energy bullet made of Anti-matter flew out of the gun.

The first beastkin of Supreme realm barely had time to register the flash of steel before his forehead was pierced by the bullet.

Mark then swiftly charge forward in a blur and caught his body before it fell, sucking the corpse into his inventory. Lan Xia materialized behind the other guard, her icy blade slipping between the ribs of the supreme realm beastkin with a lion's mane, her movements swift and merciless.