The Eldravan Empire. Thornreach County.Deep inside a long-sealed chamber of the once-mighty House Hanwynn palace, a scream shattered the stillness.Kaelen Viremont jolted upright, gasping, his eyes wide with terror.“Where... where am I?” His voice trembled as he took in the dimly lit room. Ornate furnishings surrounded him, elegant yet unfamiliar. Confusion twisted across his features.“Wasn’t I dead? What is this place?”Then, like a floodgate opening, unfamiliar memories surged through his mind. They were vivid and unstoppable. He clutched his head as the torrent consumed him. Moments later, his breathing gradually steadied, and his gaze sharpened.“I... I’ve been reborn?”“And it’s... three thousand years in the future?”The words had barely left his lips before disbelief shook his voice.He frowned. “How can I even be sure? These memories are foreign, yet they feel carved into my soul.”Once, in another life, Kaelen had been the crown prince of the Empire of Creation, a divine em

Kaelen’s eyes glimmered with quiet intensity.“Though the Divine Empire of Creation vanished three thousand years ago, my father once spoke of a hidden treasury,” he murmured to himself. “Deep within an unknown land, only he and a few trusted retainers knew its location. Inside... unimaginable wealth, ancient treasures...”But Kaelen shook his head. That pursuit was far beyond him for now. His strength was still too limited.He turned to the elder before him, whose robes were coarse and whose expression remained calm but serious.“What grade could that sword possibly be?” he wondered.Even a Yellow-grade sword, a step above Mortal-grade, would give him a huge boost in House Hanwynn.“Please... let it be that.”Clang!The sharp ring of steel echoed through the room as Kaelen drew the blade from its case. His heart sank immediately.“What? This... broken thing?”The sword was rusted and dull, its edges chipped as if it might crumble after a single strike. Kaelen’s face darkened.“You old

Darian Vexmoor, Deputy Commander of the Frostfang Mercenaries Group and a Ninth Heaven cultivator, was relentless.For days, he had tracked Kaelen, forcing the boy into constant retreat with his Wind Thunder Bow.This was no ordinary weapon. Forged from refined iron, with runes etched along its limbs, the Xuan-grade bow carried lethal energy with every shot.Even Kaelen’s Bronze Battle Body couldn’t fully withstand it.Evade or die. That was the choice.Crouched beside a blood-streaked forest trail, Darian’s golden eyes gleamed.“You can run all you want, kid... but you won’t get far,” he muttered.Above him, his eagle soared, scouting ahead.Every inch of the Vyrecrest Mountains had now become Kaelen’s hunting ground.And his trap.Half a million silver coins dangled over Kaelen’s head, a bounty set by Kael Draven himself.Mercenaries drawn by greed swarmed the mountains, yet Darian wanted it all.“Why share the reward,” he whispered, “when I can have the glory and the silver for myse

The sun dipped low over the canyon, spilling molten gold across the jagged cliffs. Kaelen Viremont’s white robes caught the light, gleaming so brightly that he seemed less like a man and more like a young immortal walking upon sunlight itself. Each step he took across the canyon floor carried a quiet authority. The world seemed to bend subtly to his presence, yet beneath that effortless grace lay an ancient solitude, a weight born from countless battles, past failures, and the venom still coursing through his veins.The Creation Divine Art pulsed relentlessly inside him, assimilating the demonic essence of the Venomous Mad Python. In just half a day, Kaelen had shattered two bottlenecks, reaching the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven of the True Martial Realm. Each heartbeat echoed like thunder through the canyon. Mortals would have bowed or fled.From the shadowed cave behind him, Seraphina stirred. She stepped into the fading light just as Kaelen paused, his figure framed against the fier

The Sword Sect. Legendary. Not just famous, but untouchable. Most people wouldn’t dare go anywhere near them, let alone stand in their way.Two disciples stood in the center of the battlefield, unmistakable among the others. Each wore an embroidered “Sword” emblem on their cuffs. That alone marked them as prodigies. But prodigy or not, their opponents didn’t care. Dozens of black-clad warriors surrounded them like wolves, moving with deadly precision. Inch by inch, the two disciples were cornered, battered, and pushed toward desperation.“Heaven-Earth Blazing Sun Sword!”The male disciple roared. His voice ripped through the air like a blade. His sword flared with golden light, which erupted along its edge like a miniature sun. A sword beam shot forward, stretching ten meters or more and splitting the sky like divine judgment.“Shield!”The black-clad warriors didn’t flinch. Their shields flared with glowing runes, merging into a massive wall of darkness that effortlessly swallowed the