Hansen donned his head covering once more and attached the false mustache he had prepared. Calmly, he stepped out of Serisya’s room, his body seeming to merge with the shadows along the corridor. The technique he had just learned from the Dragon Tablet—a high-level stealth art—was now being applied. This technique not only concealed his presence but also erased spiritual traces that high-level experts could usually detect.“This technique is truly incredible...” Hansen murmured. Even though he was still in the early stages of mastering it, its effects were already apparent. He was able to walk right past two guards without eliciting the slightest reaction.But Hansen knew his limits. He dared not risk getting close to experts who had reached the Divine King level. Their aura could pierce through even the most advanced illusions. So he chose paths that were deserted and lightly guarded.Inside her chamber, Serisya still stood by the window, gazing out with a faint smile. At first, Hans

Amid the grandeur of the sacred wedding ceremony, the atmosphere appeared calm yet tense. An elder with a long white beard stepped forward, the tap of his wooden staff echoing with each step on the stone floor. He raised his hand and called out in a voice filled with authority:“Now, let the bride and groom stand and face each other to declare their wedding vows!”His voice echoed across the altar courtyard. All eyes turned toward Halim, standing tall in a regal golden robe embroidered with the Wibisono family crest. He took a deep breath and began to walk forward—his steps steady, but filled with emotion.In front of him, Serisya was already standing. Her graceful figure was wrapped in a maroon royal wedding dress, and her face was covered with a sheer veil of matching color. Beneath that veil, an ambiguous smile was faintly visible, as if she were hiding something only she knew.Some of the handmaidens at the altar whispered among themselves, “Princess Serisya looks so calm, as if s

The Ancestor fixed a piercing gaze on Juanda. Something was off—not just in the man’s confident words, but in the look in his eyes, as if he didn’t see the Ancestor as a threat at all.“What gives this man such confidence?” the Ancestor wondered silently. He held back from making a rash move. Around them, the crowd of citizens and nobles still remained, faces filled with confusion and fear.The Ancestor drew a deep breath, then released a faint wave of spiritual pressure. Just enough to darken the sky above them and make the surroundings tremble—without harming the innocent onlookers.A strange gust of wind swept across the ceremonial fabrics, shifting the small crowns atop the nobles' heads. Some officials gasped and began stepping back in fear.“Juanda,” the Ancestor’s voice boomed like thunder muffled in the clouds, “it seems you do not recognize my presence at all.”Everyone held their breath. Juanda stood still, his face still radiating arrogance.“Very well.” The Ancestor raised

Hansen stared at King Boman seriously after releasing Serisya from his embrace. His eyes were sharp and filled with unease."Forgive me, but we need to help the Ancestor immediately," he said firmly.King Boman turned to him, frowning. "The Ancestor is strong—he's in the Divine King Realm now. What more is there to worry about?" he said, trying to convince himself. "He didn’t act earlier because Serisya was on the brink of death. Otherwise, killing Juanda would’ve been easy."But Hansen shook his head, his gaze unwavering."That’s not the problem. I can feel it... something is wrong. The energy coming from out there doesn’t belong to just one strong person. There are many powers waiting. This could be a trap—a major one, designed by the enemy."Several nobles and generals who overheard exchanged glances. Whispers spread—filled with doubt and fear."He’s right…" Serisya interjected, stepping forward toward her father. Her voice was soft yet firm. "What he said isn’t entirely wrong. The

The Ancestor watched sharply as five enemies moved eastward, trying to press themselves low to the ground and stay prone. His breathing was labored, but his spirit hadn’t faded. Without hesitation, he reached into his storage ring and pulled out a recovery pill—a deep purple pill that emitted a refreshing aroma—and tossed it directly into his mouth. It dissolved instantly, spreading renewed energy throughout his exhausted body.But all eyes, including the Ancestor’s, remained fixed on the invisible figure who had turned the battlefield into a place of high tension.“Boy... thank you for helping me again…” the Ancestor whispered inwardly, his expression softening slightly despite the chaos.Hansen, still unseen, moved like a blur, a shadow no eye could follow. His steps were agile and soundless. He circled his enemies from the left, then swung his sword.“Heavenly Dragon Sword Technique – Second Form: Twin Waves!”Swoosh!The sound of his blade cutting the air echoed, followed by two w