Chapter560 The white spatial gate above the Imperial Capital shimmered once more. Nearly an hour had passed since the Ancient Elephant Empire returned and quietly withdrew to their assigned quarters. The capital had not fully recovered from the earlier shock of Serena’s disappearance, yet anticipation now gripped the population again. Then the second wave emerged. Golden light spilled from the spatial corridor as Supreme Lord Scarab stepped through. Behind him marched the disciplined ranks of the Imperium’s elite soldiers, formation masters, and excavation experts who had entered the Secret Realm under his command. The moment his figure became visible, the Imperial broadcast network activated. Large projection screens across the capital lit up simultaneously. “Supreme Lord Scarab has returned from the Secret Realm,” the announcer declared with clear reverence. The effect was immediate. Markets that had been murmuring with anxiety quieted.Public forums where citizens

Chapter562 The Imperial Palace trembled. It was not because of an attack. It was not because of a formation misfire. It was because Felix had arrived. The moment his boots touched the marble courtyard, a pressure radiated outward instinctively. It was not released intentionally. It was not a show of force. It was simply presence. Servants paused mid step. Guards straightened instinctively. Officials felt a tightening in their chests. The atmosphere shifted. Felix did not slow down. He walked forward steadily, his gaze calm but cold. As he entered the inner palace corridor, his spiritual sense expanded like an invisible tide. It swept across walls, through chambers, across hidden corridors, scanning for anomalies. Yet, Nothing responded. There was a strange resistance. A barrier not of force, but of structure. The palace itself felt sealed from deeper probing, as though layers of refined formation arrays overlapped invisibly, preventing full spiritual penetration. F

Chapter564 The broadcast spread faster than anyone expected. Within minutes of Nepa Light’s declaration, every major media network across the Imperium and neighboring territories had replayed the video. Screens in public plazas showed the masked man. Social feeds flooded with speculation. Analysts dissected every frame. Inside the Nepa Clan’s grand mansion, the atmosphere turned cold. Nepa Stark, the family head, stood before a massive projection screen in his private office. His face remained stern, but a thin layer of sweat glistened at his temple. He watched his son’s face appear on screen. Watched him speak recklessly.Watched him challenge Felix openly. And for the first time since the scandal began, genuine fear crept into his chest. “Has he lost his mind?” one elder muttered beside him. Nepa Stark did not respond immediately. Felix was not a political rival. He was not a negotiator. He was not someone who could be reasoned with through influence. Felix erased p

Chapter566 Deep within the most restricted section of the Imperial Palace of the Imperium, far beyond the throne halls and ceremonial chambers, an isolated cultivation chamber stood sealed by layers of ancient formations. The chamber was simple in structure but heavy in presence. Its walls were carved from spirit-conductive stone imported from the depths of forgotten mountain veins. Intricate sealing arrays covered every surface, ensuring that no external disturbance could interfere with what was about to unfold. At the center of the chamber sat Supreme Lord Scarab. He was no longer clad in imperial armor. Instead, he wore a simple golden robe, loose and unadorned. The absence of decoration did not diminish him. If anything, it emphasized the weight of the power coiled within his frame. He sat cross legged, spine straight, breathing slow and controlled. Energy from the world flowed toward him in gentle streams. It was not violent. It was not chaotic. It was obedient. The

Chapter568 The artificial eclipse deepened. Darkness pressed down like a physical weight, thick and suffocating. The Eclipse Devouring Domain continued draining light, warmth, and spiritual clarity from everything it touched. But it could not touch Felix’s mind. Fear did not enter him. Doubt did not whisper. The domain tried to swallow his emotional center, to flood him with despair and psychological pressure, yet what it found instead was something far more dangerous. Rage. Not chaotic rage. Not reckless fury.But controlled, murderous intent that had long ago been refined through countless battles. Felix had already lost his patience.He had offered chances. He had spoken.He had asked. The time for words was over. His gaze turned cold as steel. The eclipse continued feeding on the island’s ambient energy, empowering Arman further. Shadow Mask, kneeling nearby and barely conscious, forced out a hoarse laugh. “Do you really think resisting is enough?” he said weakly.