I've made Chapter 3 longer, so I had to divide it into two parts. If you have already read Chapter 3, you don't need to read this because it's for the new readers.

In the depths of the Fairy Realm, where mythical creatures freely roamed and metaphysical energies filled the air, Chidi, a fearsome warrior with long, black hair, walked purposefully toward her lord's magnificent throne room. The grand doors swung open, fueling her anticipation as she entered and found Lord Yunzhong seated upon his throne. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves, and met the Fairy Lord's penetrating gaze.

Yunzhong exuded power and wisdom, displaying regal bearing and intense eyes. His index finger tapped rhythmically against the armrest of his ornate throne, adding to the tension in the air. "Why have you come, Chidi?" he inquired in a calm and measured voice, revealing little emotion as he awaited an explanation.

Chidi composed herself, her mind racing to share the urgency of her news. "My Lord, a reliable spy in Cangyan Sea has provided us with crucial information," she began firmly and resolutely. "Dongfang Qingcang is engaged in a battle against the entire West Cangyan Sea's army by himself."

A flicker of surprise crossed Yunzhong's eyes, briefly breaking his composed demeanor. However, he quickly concealed it, allowing a faint smile to grace his lips. "You must determine the outcome and report back to me immediately," he instructed. Noticing Chidi's hesitation and averted gaze, he asked, "Is there something else you need to share?"

Chidi's brows furrowed, and her gaze dropped to the floor. "Dongfang Qingcang is immortal," she disclosed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The mere thought of facing an immortal foe sent a shiver down her spine.

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"Dongfang Qingcang! There are more of us!" a voice shouted from a distance.

Qingcang turned his attention and was taken aback by the sight of another army marching towards him, their numbers exceeding threefold the military he had vanquished mere moments ago. The stakes were high, and tension hung in the air. Yet, he simply sighed and rolled his eyes. The Moon Supreme understood that ending this battle swiftly would require a massive wave of Hellfire. "I shall show you the true meaning of power, and you shall crumble before me, just as all others have," he declared, preparing to unleash a torrent of blue flames. However, to his astonishment, he found himself unable to unleash it. 'What's happening? Why can't I use Hellfire?' he thought in shock, feeling a sudden and intense pain in his chest. This was a phenomenon he had never experienced before.

"We do not believe in your immortality. With our high numbers, you cannot beat us all. Your defeat is inevitable," spoke the new leader of the second opposing army.

Despite the pain gnawing at his chest, Qingcang gritted his teeth and fought with every ounce of his being. He drew upon all the skills, techniques, and powers he had acquired over the years. The agony that consumed him threatened to overpower him, pushing him to the limits of his endurance. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon him, his muscles aching with strain, yet he refused to surrender. As the battle raged on, his opponents fought with their powerful energy blasts, but their attacks failed to deliver a lethal blow. Aware of the ticking time, he searched for a way to swiftly overcome his opponents, unsure how long he could endure the stabbing pain in his chest.

Suddenly, Qingcang got an idea. Long ago, he learned to use a dangerous technique that would require most of his life force.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Qingcang unleashed a mighty blast, determined to beat his foes. It resulted in a massive explosion, sending his enemies hurtling through the air.

Standing amidst the aftermath, Qingcang was pleased with his display of power, knowing that his dominion would remain unchallenged for eternity. He had proven himself to be the supreme force within the realms, destined to strike fear into all hearts. Exhausted and wounded, he observed the battlefield. The Moon Supreme Lord had emerged victorious, but the close call with the chest pain reminded him never to be caught off guard again.

'This will serve as a warning to all who dare defy me.'

Panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face, Qingcang collapsed on the ground amidst the thousands of bodies. Echoes of the enemy army's screams still lingered in his mind, the memory of their advance to claim his life. Weary, with his piercing brown eyes growing heavy, he watched as the world darkened and spun around him, surrendering to the embrace of a deep slumber.

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