“Kaelen Viremont… with the Demon Sovereign Armor on you, I suppose I don’t have to worry too much about your safety this time.”Alaric Lei’s voice was calm, steady, but it carried a weight that made Kaelen sit up a little straighter. They were perched high on a snow-covered slope, wind screaming around them, whipping loose flakes into the crisp air. The frozen peaks were otherwise silent, broken only by the elder’s deliberate words.Kaelen tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes.“Still… be careful of Lorian Zethar,” Alaric continued, voice dropping as if sharing a secret meant only for him. “That man… his background is mysterious, more than most know. Officially, he’s a disciple of the Shadowfang Sect, but to him, the Sect is just a tool. A stepping stone for his own ambitions.”Kaelen’s brow furrowed. “If everyone knows that… why not just expel him?”Alaric’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. “You’re still young,” he said softly. “You’ve only scratched the surface of t

Kaelen Viremont froze, eyes wide, staring at the celestial river suspended high above the world. It wasn’t just big—it was endless, stretching across the sky like molten silver under the ghostly glow of a thousand hidden suns. Ancient tombs, towering palaces, shattered ships—they all floated there, weightless, frozen as if time itself had stopped to stare. Every detail, from the carvings of lost dynasties to the jagged hulls of wrecked vessels, whispered stories older than anyone living.Kaelen’s chest tightened. He had seen wonders before, but nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared him for this. This river wasn’t a natural phenomenon. No, it was history itself, suspended in mid-motion, a collision of past and present. The scale… the majesty… it was impossible to describe. Words simply failed.“What a scene… truly beyond words,” a young disciple murmured, his voice shaky, eyes reflecting awe.“Words? Don’t be naive,” a seasoned cultivator scoffed, voice sharp but amused. “This isn’t natu

How did he do it?The question rippled through the minds of nearly every core disciple in the vast underground chamber. Eyes fixed on Kaelen Viremont, searching for answers, trying to decode a mystery that seemed impossible.His treasure-seeking ability was unreal. Every item he touched seemed to glow brighter. Every find, more astonishing than the last. Even the most seasoned disciples couldn’t hide their awe—or their disbelief.“Could he… really be Heaven’s favored son?”Aria murmured, half in jest, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her surprise. Calm, poised, elegant as ever, she still couldn’t mask that flicker of astonishment. She tilted her head, studying Kaelen with curiosity—and maybe a touch of admiration.Kael, ever the quiet observer, remained composed. Yet even he couldn’t fully conceal the spark of shock in his gaze. Maybe one day… he really could stand against Lorian Zethar, he thought silently. Without a word, Kael turned back to his own search, leaving Kaelen to

The moment the words left the darkness, the core disciples of the Shadowfang Sect saw them.Above the swirling black poison, four enormous figures emerged, each radiating power so immense it seemed to warp the very air.The first—a young man in golden robes—gripped a bronze great seal heavier than any mountain. Sparks of energy danced along its surface. Every step he took sent tremors through the ground.The second figure was cloaked in black, indistinct, and its gender was impossible to guess. In its hands, a demonic blade pulsed with a black, living light. Shadows seemed to cling to it, obeying its master, while the air around it felt cold and heavy.The third was a giant, nearly four meters tall, every step reverberating like the pounding of a drum. Pure, raw strength radiated from it in waves.The fourth—a woman—was almost ethereal, draped in phoenix-feather robes ablaze with living fire. Her gaze was sharp, arrogant, and freezing to anyone daring to meet her eyes. A flick of her

"Join forces! Fight together!"Kaelen Viremont’s roar cut through the chaos, sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.Before him, the two Protectors of the Crimson Veil Sect surged forward, moving with the speed of storms, their auras flaring like twin suns. But between them and Kaelen stood the Shadowfang Sect’s core disciples, shoulder to shoulder, unshakable. Faces grim, hearts steady. Ready to give everything—life itself—for the one person who could decide the fate of their sect.Kaelen’s martial talent had already eclipsed all expectations. Every disciple knew, deep down, exactly where their hope lay. Strongest, most reliable… it was him. Kaelen.Even Kael and the others stepped forward, forming a living shield around him. Silent. Unhesitating. In that split second, everyone understood the unspoken truth: if anyone was going to survive this battlefield, it had to be Kaelen Viremont.Not because they were noble. Or selfless. No, they were pragmatists. They knew what truly mattered