Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 480 Golden Rebirth

The news about the Bai Clan's assault on the Azure Sun Holy Sect rapidly spread throughout the Desolate Heaven Empire.

It was utterly impossible to hide such a massive disturbance.

Spies from every major faction were embedded in the rival groups.

The instant Bai Zihan launched his invasion on the Sect, details started leaking out via multiple pathways.

In just one day-

All prominent clans and sects got hit with the identical stunning intelligence.

The Azure Sun Holy Sect was utterly demolished.

It got completely overwhelmed by a handful of Bai Clan elites along with Bai Ren.

Yet something even more sensational emerged-

Bai Zihan wasn't actually crippled.

Countless folks had already come to terms with that supposed truth, believing the Empire had forfeited a brilliant talent, but it turned out to be a lie.

On top of that, he had reached the Void Refinement Realm.

A level that even geniuses in their fifties often find hard to attain, and for plenty more, it remains a distant fantasy.

Any single bit of this intel would have rocked the Empire. Combined-

They delivered a devastating quake.

The delicate power equilibrium wavered.

Fear gripped many hearts. They were aware the Bai Clan held immense strength, yet to smash a premier Sect in a day using barely half their might

That seemed downright unnatural.

So imagine if they unleashed their full power? Could any group in the Desolate Heaven Empire even stand against them?

Numerous observers suspected that neither the Imperial Family nor the Li-Zhao Alliance could hold out.

In the meantime-

Back at the Bai Clan estate.

Inside Bai Zihan's dwelling.

The Sun Dao floated right in the middle of a freshly built Grade-6 grand formation.

Dozens of overlapping array layers lay below it, anchoring space and preventing the intense heat from leaking out.

The four Immortals positioned themselves at the formation's boundary, their faces ashen and drained.

Their immortal bodies had withstood the trip, though not unscathed. Sleeves charred black. Skin split open. Any trace of arrogance had vanished.

Bai Zihan forced them to haul this all the way from the Azure Sun Sect to the Bai Clan.

Because contact with the flying ship would incinerate it, he made them fly manually while bearing it themselves.

Given Bai Zihan's nature, he refused them any breaks, leading to their current wretched condition.

"You can leave now!"

Bai Zihan ordered sharply.

The four Immortals, brimming with resentment and grudges, nonetheless bowed deeply and departed the area.

Even if they burned to vent, did they have the guts?

He also dismissed Bai Ren and the rest of the Bai Clan folks, who exited reluctantly despite their concerns.

Bai Zihan positioned himself in front of the hovering tiny sun.

Golden glows danced in his eyes.

The Sun Dao spun leisurely, releasing a constant hum that harmonized with the heavens

and the earth.

Bai Zihan sent a thread of spiritual sense its way.

The second it made contact-

A scorching surge rushed back along the link like a massive flood.

Regular cultivators would see their minds incinerated in an instant.

He probed it bare, without any Qi shielding.

He sensed the blistering warmth and even worried his hand might char if prolonged.

This marked the initial time post-body refinement.

His Primordial Chaos Body soaked up and scattered part of the heat, steadying his meridians as though honing them more.

Bai Zihan grinned.

A gradual, pleased grin.

Anxiety had plagued him.

For ages, his physique endured all trials yet refused further tempering at his command.

The Primordial Chaos Body had indeed become formidably robust, no doubt.

However, refining it further demanded mightier substances. And what he craved most was an intensely potent flame.

He'd figured he hit a resource wall in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Lacking superior stuff, attempts would merely squander potential.

Still, he deemed it inefficient to halt, sensing he neared the breakthrough to the initial stage of the Primordial Chaos Body Refinement Technique.

But presently-

Facing the Sun Dao-

Sensing his skin prickle at last.

Feeling his muscles on the verge of scorching.

He now spotted a path to elevate his form even more.

Bai Zihan eyed the golden orb.

"Perhaps," he whispered quietly, "I will be able to reach the first stage of the Primordial Chaos Body refinement technique."

For years, he'd deemed that milestone nearly unattainable in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Now-

The chance dangled right there.

Once attained, he believed no one in the Desolate Heaven Empire could threaten him anymore.

Even those shadowy foreign entities lurking within the Empire, he could probably handle them too.

He pulled his hand back deliberately.

His palm's skin flushed crimson.

Subtle fissures formed like parched soil in famine.

They mended in mere moments.

He skipped Qi shielding on purpose.

He sought the unadulterated impact.

Without delay, Bai Zihan flicked his sleeve.

One after another-

Treasures materialized beside him.

Ancient crimson dragon marrow pulled from the Bai Clan vault.

Void-refined Black Star Sand.

Heavenly Yang Stone cores plundered from Azure Sun Holy Sect.

Dozens of elite fire-attributed spiritual herbs.

Sealed jade boxes holding Ninefold Sun Essence.

Even scarce beast blood and bone shards from Feilian's storage ring.

The courtyard quivered faintly from the overwhelming spiritual energy surge.

Revealing any of these items externally would ignite wars between sects.

Now they sprawled around him like kindling wood.

The Sun Dao throbbed with increased brilliance.

Golden light blazed fiercer, as if detecting a challenge.

The formation's internal heat climbed higher.

Courtyard stones started fracturing.

Air warped in plain sight.

Bai Zihan moved to the absolute core.

Straight under the miniature sun.

He shed his outer robe.

Not with ritual.

Merely since fabric wouldn't endure.

His exposed skin mirrored the golden sheen, subtle chaotic motifs emerging underneath like primordial symbols stirring.

He triggered the formation. The materials burst into flames at once.

Dragon marrow melted into flowing red lava.

Star Sand broke down into glittering specks.

Yang Stone cores unleashed dense solar vital force.

All elements pulled skyward-

Towards him.

And towards the Sun Dao.

The tiny sun erupted.

Heat intensified manifold.

The initial blast hit him head-on.

No defenses.

No Qi barrier.

Solely his body.

Skin tore open right away.

Fine blood trails vaporized prior to dripping.

Muscles quivered.

Bones gave soft snaps as inner fluids boiled off.

Pain-

Raw and all-consuming.

For the first occasion in years-

Bai Zihan experienced true torment.

His mouth twisted wider. "Good!"

Absence of pain-

Meant no advancement.

The Sun Dao bore down like a divine forge cover.

The underfoot materials boosted the ordeal, compelling his entire frame to reforge beneath the Sun Dao's blaze.

Flesh charred.

Then mended.

Charred once more. His hair blazed and crumbled to dust.

Regenerated gradually in wild locks. Inner meridians shone scarlet with heat.

Stubborn impurities from endless prior purges were at last expelled, vanishing as vapor.

Time warped strangely.

Space shivered. The Sun Dao whirled quicker.

As if challenging him.

As if questioning-

Can you persist?

Bai Zihan held firm.

He remained steadfast amid the stellar shard's inferno.

And permitted his destruction.

Repeatedly. And repeatedly.

And repeatedly!