A thunderous blast rolled across the battlefield.Boom.Down below the sky of the wilderness, everything had already turned into chaos. The Wind God Alliance’s young geniuses and the demon beasts were tearing into each other without mercy. Blood soaked the cracked ground, and broken weapons lay everywhere—like leftovers from a war nobody would ever properly remember.One after another, the demonic beasts collapsed.And each time one fell, something faint slipped out of their bodies. Invisible. Weightless.Fate energy.It drifted upward like unseen rivers cutting through space itself, all flowing toward one place in the sky.Toward Kaelen Viremont.But nobody could actually see it. That was the strange part.Fate had no color. No shape. No sound. It just… existed. You only noticed it through what it did, not what it was.And right now, all of it was gathering around one person.Kaelen Viremont stood at the center of that invisible storm.Eyes closed. Expression calm.Too calm, honestly

Silence.A heavy, suffocating kind of silence spread across the entire wilderness.Not the peaceful kind either. No, this was the type that shows up after something so shocking that nobody even knows what to say anymore. Even breathing felt weird, like the air itself had gotten heavier.Every eye was locked on the same point in the sky.The Sky Hammer Clan expert’s body was still hanging there midair. Motionless. His armor cracked, traces of energy still flickering around him like dying sparks.But his life?Gone.No recovery. No miracle. Nothing.Just death.A sealed super clan expert… dead.And the one who did it stood there as if nothing had happened.Kaelen Viremont.No panic. No hesitation. Not even a flicker of emotion. Just calm. Cold. Steady.Like this was just another step on his path, nothing more.A wave of shock rolled through the battlefield.“This level of power…”Someone muttered, barely able to believe it.“It doesn’t make sense…”But it did happen. That was the worst

The moment Glacien heard Grandma Lan inviting Kaelen Viremont to the Water Clan base, her eyes actually widened a little.Not just surprised—more like wait, what?Because she remembered it clearly.Not long ago, this same Grandma Lan had coldly sealed her power without even blinking. At that time, she had fully believed Kaelen was going to die in that wilderness.No hesitation. No pity. Nothing.Just a calm decision: he won’t survive.And now?Completely different.She was polite. Careful, even. Like she was choosing every word before speaking.That shift hit Glacien harder than she expected.Only then did she really understand something simple… but heavy.Strength changes everything.Her gaze slowly drifted to Kaelen Viremont.For a moment, she didn’t see the current him.She saw that earlier scene again—him standing alone in the chaos, pushing past limits that shouldn’t even exist, forcing his way into Saint-level fate like it was just another step.Not smooth. Not clean.Just pure

Grandma Lan was no ordinary old woman.She was a Life-Seizing Realm expert of the Water Tribe, one of those super clans that stood at the top of the food chain. On top of that, she also carried the identity of a Sealer.At first glance, she just looked like a fragile, bent-over elder. Wrinkled skin, slightly trembling posture—nothing that screamed danger.But that was exactly the kind of appearance no one dared to trust.Because the moment you actually stood in front of her… it felt different.Her presence alone pressed down like an endless ocean. Heavy. Silent. Suffocating. Like your breath wasn’t even fully yours anymore.Most people would instinctively feel fear just from being near her.No question about it—she was a peak-level elder expert. In fact, she was even a bit stronger than the three Sealers from other super clans that Kaelen Viremont had already killed before.Outside this battlefield, someone like her would’ve been a legendary figure. A name that echoed across regions.

After stepping into the Saint Level Region, Kaelen Viremont didn’t rush off to hunt for treasures right away.Not even close.That would’ve been stupid, honestly.The deeper he went, the clearer one thing became—this place wasn’t just a land of opportunity. It was also a giant graveyard. A place where ambition went to die. Where strong people came in full of confidence… and never came back out.And the worst part?The treasures here weren’t just lying around waiting to be picked up.If they were that easy, the super great clans wouldn’t have bothered bringing Saint Weapons with them just to protect themselves.That alone said everything.So Kaelen did the smart thing.He slowed down.No rushing. No showing off.Just patience.He eventually found a quiet ruin deeper inside the region.An abandoned palace.Once upon a time, it probably looked incredible—jade pillars, grand halls, the kind of place that made people stop and stare.Now? Not so much.Those same pillars were broken and scat