“You die, brat!” Varian roared, his voice booming like thunder as he streaked through the sky.His dark mana churned around him like a hurricane of pure malevolence, distorting the very air with its oppressive pressure.As he closed the distance between himself and Oasis, black ripples of energy erupted with each step he took mid-air, tearing through the clouds like angry gashes.But Oasis didn’t flinch.He stood firm in the center of the battlefield, the wind tugging at his tattered robe, heat shimmering off his bare upper body.He slowly raised his left hand and whispered with calm conviction:“Aetherion Veil… awaken.”In that instant, a breathtaking eruption of magic and spiritual energy burst outward from Oasis.A radiant cyan aura spiraled around him, growing more intense with every breath.The ground beneath his feet cracked from the sudden shift in pressure.The heat surged violently as arcs of shimmering energy raced across the battlefield, distorting the air itself.The tempe

The silhouette behind Oasis grew larger, swelling with power until it eclipsed the battlefield in radiant cyan light.The cyan aura pulsed and expanded, its form no longer just a glowing outline — but a monstrous presence.The winds howled as it took shape, shimmering like a mirage made of raw energy and spirit.The pressure it released was bone-crushing, the air around Oasis warping and cracking as if reality itself strained beneath it.Gasps rippled across the watching armies.“What kind of cultivation technique is that…?”“What is that aura?”“It feels like... like a divine beast...!”Then — with a sound like thunder splitting the sky — the silhouette shifted.A massive cyan aura in the form of a dragon formed behind Oasis, its wings arched to the heavens, scales glimmering like polished gemstones under starlight.Its eyes — hollow yet all-seeing — glowed with otherworldly intelligence.The roar it released wasn’t audible, but it echoed within the soul of every spectator.Varian re

Then, among the Verdantia ranks...As the battle above raged on, a sharp gasp escaped the lips of Magnolia Riverwind.Her eyes, wide and shimmering with awe, reflected the emerald winds and cyan aura clashing in the sky. She didn’t blink.Her pupils dilated, locked in a daze—as if the entire world had quieted to a whisper, all except for the image of Oasis fighting a peak Enlightened head-on.Then… her body trembled.Woom—Mana flickered around her like azure fireflies stirred by a breeze.A low hum resonated from within her mana core.Her breathing hitched, and the world felt distant.Her hands, clenched over her knees moments ago, now hung loose as waves of magical and spiritual energy rolled off her like ripples on a lake.Boom—Suddenly, her mana exploded outward in a radiant burst of stormy azure light, knocking back dust and loose robes around her.Warriors nearby turned in alarm, shielding themselves from the pressure.“She’s breaking through!”“Lady Magnolia!”"She’s about to

The steady roar of a waterfall echoed through the endless expanse as Varian’s soul avatar materialized.His spiritual form emerged with a faint shimmer, eyes wide, taking in the surreal landscape around him.He stood amidst vast, emerald-green fields, where the trees bore flowers of jade and gold, swaying gently in a wind that felt alive.Rivers sparkled like threads of silver, winding through the valleys.Birds of light soared overhead.Above him, two azure spheres floated in the heavens, like twin moons—serene and pulsing with spiritual rhythm.And at the very center of the sky, suspended like the eye of a god, was a massive cyan orb, bright as the sun but without heat, nourishing all below with an unending cascade of warmth and energy.In the distance, a blazing cyan flame roared at the heart of this realm—untouched by wind or time.It pulsed gently, as if breathing life into the world around it.“What kind of… conscious realm is this?” Varian thought, awe and confusion wrestling i

About a week later in Brookfall, the morning mist crawled low across cobbled streets and tranquil courtyards, as if reluctant to part with the silence of dawn.Slowly, as the first golden rays of sunlight pierced through the veil, the mists withdrew—dissolving into shimmering dew on rooftops and jade railings.Birds chirped atop willow trees that lined the canals, and the faint hum of life began to return to the great city of Springfield—Brookfall.Brookfall, one of Springfield’s crown jewels, was a city of terraced gardens, floating market pavilions, and crystalline bridges that spanned the river like arched threads of silk.The river itself split the city in two, its luminous waters fed by ancient springs. Mana lanterns floated lazily above street corners, flickering off as daylight grew stronger.The aroma of fresh bread, tea, and incense drifted from bakeries and shrines, intermingling with the scent of spring blossoms.In one of the more elegant corners of the city stood the Blue