For seven long, unbroken days, Kaelen Viremont had locked himself away in the quiet gloom of his cultivation chamber. Time stretched, slow and deliberate, each heartbeat and breath bound to the raw, pulsing energy surging through him. The two Thunder Origin Pills he had consumed were unlike anything ordinary—powerful beyond imagination, almost suffocating in their intensity. Even with Kaelen’s infamous devouring ability, it had taken seven relentless days and nights of refining, absorbing, and perfecting just to integrate their essence.For a normal cultivator, even one Thunder Origin Pill could take months, maybe years, to fully digest without catastrophic backlash. Two at once? Pure madness. But Kaelen endured. He ignored exhaustion. He ignored pain. He let every fiber of his being hum in harmony with the overwhelming power within him.When the chamber door finally creaked open, Kaelen stepped into the corridor. His brow furrowed slightly. The breakthrough he had been chasing—the le

Luthien Aris seemed to read everyone in the sect like a book at a banquet. Faces, postures, subtle tics—all revealed strength and weakness as easily as if she were counting coins.She spoke softly, almost casually, and Kaelen found himself nodding without thinking. The Shadowfang Sect hadn’t sent a handful of greenhorns and a patched-up ark for a joyride. They had brought one of their finest—Alaric Lei himself—and a clutch of core disciples. This expedition into the Ancient Ruins had the highest-level sanction. When elders mobilize strength like this, it’s because the prize is worth blood.“But Lorian Zethar is reckless,” Luthien said, brow arching. “He doesn’t just test his limits—he breaks seals he shouldn’t touch.”Kaelen felt it, a cold prickle along his spine. Lorian and Seraphina weren’t just obstacles. They were a lethal mix of audacity and peerless talent. If they’d already breached the outer wards, whatever remained would likely be guarded by traps meant to swallow the carele

Boom!Boom!Sword light tore through the sky, flashing and slicing like a storm unleashed. The air itself seemed to scream, quivering under the sheer force of it. Waves of sword essence crashed over Kaelen Viremont like the heavens themselves had come down to punish the earth. Nothing could stop it.“Ancient Dragon Elephant Fist!”Kaelen’s back straightened, unyielding, like a pillar of steel. His fist shot forward. The very essence of heaven and earth seemed to stir around him, boiling, surging, responding to his power. In an instant, phantom images of dragon-elephants—majestic, roaring, thrashing—sprang to life, a dozen or more, each carrying the weight of legend.The punch itself was a force of myths. Majestic. Earth-shattering. Almost divine. It could rattle the world and tear apart the eight directions.Boom!The impact was cataclysmic. Light, energy, and sound collided, shattering the ground. Mountains trembled. Even the stone structures around them cracked and crumbled. Boom! B

A soft, ethereal light shimmered behind Kaelen Viremont’s head, forming a radiant divine ring that pulsed with a strange, almost alive glow. This wasn’t just some ordinary artifact—this was the Primordial Divine Ring, the second innate gift he’d awakened. The moment it stirred, his combat strength could grow without limit, fueled by his own blood essence.Kaelen’s eyes gleamed coldly. A thin, merciless smile tugged at his lips. He could feel the blood essence in his veins, restless and alive, ready to obey. And then, with a roar that ripped through the air, he unleashed it.Boom!A tidal wave of blood energy burst outward, surging into the Primordial Divine Ring. The arena shook violently. The ground trembled beneath the sheer force of Kaelen’s awakening power.Buzz!The ring drank every drop of energy, glowing brighter with each pulse, then slammed it back into Kaelen. The feedback hit him instantly. Every fiber of his being screamed with raw, primordial force. His muscles swelled, v

“The Demon Sovereign Armor!”The words spread across the arena like wildfire. Whispers erupted, then gasps, then murmurs of sheer disbelief. Every eye locked on Kaelen Viremont, calm, imposing, standing in the eye of the storm.“It really is… the long-lost Demon Sovereign Armor!”Even the most composed spectators couldn’t hide their shock. That armor—spoken of only in ancient texts and hushed rumors—had belonged to a Demon Sovereign of unimaginable power. Its offensive and defensive capabilities were legendary, feared by generations of warriors.“Could it be… this Kaelen Viremont… the same demonic prodigy who escaped Dreadspire City years ago?”The thought swept through the crowd like a tidal wave. Shock and awe clashed in every heart. Even the Shadowfang Sect’s core disciples stared, eyes wide, disbelief etched into every face.Alaric Lei froze for a heartbeat. Recognition flickered in his eyes—surprise, too. Kaelen had concealed himself perfectly. No one had guessed the truth. Not j