Kaelen’s eyes went wide.The sensation of leaving his body—of his soul stepping free—was beyond anything a normal cultivator could imagine. It was like waking up inside a dream that stretched to the edges of the universe. Every fiber of him buzzed with awareness. Fresh. Strange. Wondrous. And yet, even in the midst of that shock, Kaelen stayed sharp.Hovering above his own body, in that intangible, illusory form, he trained his gaze on the source of the pure yang energy. What he saw made him pause.Floating in the distance was a mass of power that could rival the sun itself. Golden light radiated outward in waves, twisting and flickering like a living fire. Pure yang energy surged through it, thick and tangible, almost breathing. It wasn’t just light—it was presence, demanding attention, daring anyone to approach.“So dense… such intense pure yang,” he muttered under his breath. “My mortal eyes can’t even penetrate it… but my soul… my soul sees everything.” He focused, every subtle ri

Kaelen stepped cautiously out of the ruined pavilion. The chill of the ancient stones seeped through his boots, biting at his feet. The Flame Woman was already there, standing tall amidst the wreckage. Her eyes, sharp and luminous, scanned the shattered palace like a hawk hunting secrets hidden in the rubble. The faint glow of lingering magical residue clung stubbornly to the walls, reflected in her gaze. There was curiosity there—and a hint of wariness, as though she knew the ruins could bite back.“Did you find anything?” she asked. Her voice was soft, but urgent, like a note of alarm tucked inside a lullaby. Her gaze never left him, as if his answer could rewrite everything that was happening.“You could say I found a little,” Kaelen replied, calm on the surface, almost casual. But the faint flicker in his eyes betrayed unease. He had felt it even before stepping out—a barely-there shift in the air, a pulse of latent energy whispering of things best left untouched.Then—Boom!The s

Buzz.A strange vibration rippled through the air.At that exact moment, a deep black glow bloomed within Kaelen Viremont’s pupils, spreading like ink dropped into clear water. His vision shifted instantly. The world around him no longer looked the same.Layers of falsehood peeled away.Illusions collapsed.Hidden structures revealed themselves as if they had been laid bare by an unseen hand.“So it really is a formation,” Kaelen murmured.What had once seemed like endless darkness was now filled with countless intersecting lines of power. They crisscrossed the sky and earth, weaving together into an ancient and terrifying array. Every strand pulsed faintly, alive with suppressive force.And more importantly, Kaelen could see where it was weakest.Boom.Lightning crackled violently as Kaelen gripped the rusted sword in his hand. The blade hummed as if awakened from a long slumber, arcs of blue lightning dancing along its surface.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at a

The second Zevran said those words, something flickered in Tarian Lysand’s eyes.It was subtle. Blink-and-you-d-miss-it subtle.But in that tiny moment, his mind was already racing, thoughts stacking on top of each other like waves rolling beneath calm water.From the very start—back when they first stepped into this ancient ruin—they’d made one thing clear. They were cooperating. Allies, technically. Not out of trust, but convenience. On the surface, everything looked smooth enough.Still, Tarian Lysand had never fully relaxed around Zevran.Not once.That wasn’t paranoia. That was an experience.After all, Tarian Lysand wasn’t just any cultivator. He was the young prince of the Zhenbei Prince’s Mansion. More than that, he was recognized as the top prodigy of the Royal Martial Dao Academy. His background alone put him leagues ahead of most people his age.And his position gave him access to things others never heard about.Like Zevran.Tarian knew—no, felt—that Zevran’s past was anyt

“Such overwhelming strength…” Tarian Lysand’s eyes blazed, half in shock, half in fury. He hadn’t imagined—no, he couldn’t have imagined—that this Dark Gold Ancient Demon, decayed and withered over countless centuries, could still wield power like this. Power that could crush mountains with a single strike.Pure, raw strength. And it had blocked his spear—the Nine Heavens Tyrant God Spear.Even a top-tier artifact, second only to a true treasure, had been forced to yield.“Heaven-Covering Great Hand Seal.”Nearby, Lorian extended a hand slowly. No fancy stances. No grand flourish. Just control. Precision. Absolute calm.Buzz!Above them, a colossal black hand tore into existence. Massive. Immense. Like a mountain suspended in the sky. Fingernails, lines on the palm—every detail sharp, perfect, carved as if the world itself had etched it. The void trembled beneath its weight.Boom!The seal slammed down onto the demon’s back. Bones cracked, the earth shuddered. The Dark Gold Ancient De