Kaelen Viremont stood quietly in the crowd, listening to the white-robed old man in front of them.His face looked calm, but inside… it was a different story.The more he listened, the more he realized something simple and uncomfortable.He barely understood anything about the Hundred Dynasties War.What sounded like a “trial” at first? It wasn’t really that. Not even close. It was layered with hidden rules, unseen systems, and a selection process so brutal it decided who lived and who disappeared without a trace.The white-robed old man kept speaking.“I have already said everything that needs to be said. What happens next… depends entirely on your own fortune.”His tone was flat. No emotion at all.“If you are chosen by the overlord forces, your name will spread across the entire Southern Domain. The world will know you.”A short pause.“And if any of you reach Thousand Emperor or Hundred Sovereign level… your status will rise beyond imagination. Even the emperors of the Ten Great S

Kaelen Viremont still had a bit of doubt in his mind, but he didn’t hesitate—he just followed the group ahead.Honestly, he didn’t have many better options anyway.This extraterritorial battlefield was still new to him. Everything here mattered. Every small detail could be the difference between surviving and getting erased without even understanding why. So for now, quietly following others made sense. It was the fastest way to learn how this strange world actually worked.The group moved quickly across the broken land.Kaelen kept his distance, careful not to draw attention. He wasn’t exactly hiding in panic or anything… just staying invisible, like a shadow behind them.And then the terrain started to change.The empty wasteland slowly gave way to something different. More structured. Like the land itself had once been organized… before everything fell apart.Then he saw it.A city.But not a normal one.In the distance stood a massive ruined city, rising out of the ground like a d

The moment Kaelen Viremont truly understood the Thunderflash divine ability, something in him shifted.Not dramatically at first. Nothing flashy. If you were just casually watching him, you might not even notice.But anyone with real combat experience… they would feel it instantly.His movement had changed.Before, it was just speed. Simple, clean displacement.Now? Every step carried a faint electric echo, like the world was reacting a split second too late to his being there.Weird thing to describe, but that’s how it felt.And honestly, speed—something he used to treat as a weakness—was starting to turn into something far more dangerous.Inside his body, the fourth stage of the Creation Divine Art had already stabilized.The Glazed Battle Body wasn’t just a concept anymore. It was real now. Tangible. Like a second layer of existence wrapping his flesh, bones, and meridians in something close to crystal-grade toughness.Even his breathing felt different.Heavy. Controlled. Almost co

Kaelen Viremont moved with the crowd.They crossed rough mountain ranges and endless ridges, heading straight toward the marked direction.Strangely enough, the journey itself felt… calm.Too calm, actually.Below them were winding green valleys, silver rivers snaking through the land, and cliffs wrapped in drifting mist. Above, the sky stayed clear and soft blue, with clouds moving so slowly it almost felt like time had been stretched.From far away, it all looked peaceful.Even beautiful.Honestly, the kind of scenery that could fool someone into thinking this place was safe.But nobody here was that naive.Not even close.This wasn’t a paradise.It was the extraterritorial battlefield.A place where beauty and death existed side by side, like they were part of the same breath.Demons could be anywhere. Hidden in shadows, under rivers, inside ruins… nowhere was truly safe.Everyone in this group knew that.And that was why they kept moving like this—fast, silent, focused.They weren

The underground world felt heavy. Not just dark—heavy, like the air itself had turned into stone. It was the kind of pressure that made breathing feel like work.Far below the surface, where sunlight had never even dreamed of reaching, a massive shape lay coiled in complete silence.The subterranean fire dragon.Its body stretched through the cavern like some ancient mountain that had learned how to breathe. Every slow inhale sent faint sparks drifting into the air. Even asleep… it still carried fire in its bones. It refused to ever truly turn off.Not far from it, Kaelen Viremont stood among a group of elite cultivators.Calm face. Sharp eyes.He wasn’t relaxed—just controlled. Always watching. Measuring.A moment ago, he had received a Dragon Binding Rope like the others.The second it touched his hand, he felt it.Cold. Not a normal cold—something deeper. The kind that didn’t just chill skin, but seemed to numb spiritual senses themselves. And underneath that freezing surface… Ther