Young Master Evil Sword hovered in the air, a faint, almost lazy smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at Kaelen Viremont. That gaze of his… calm, even a bit bored. Like, Kaelen wasn’t even worth the effort of paying attention to.Just something small. Breakable. Disposable.To him, Kaelen was no different from an ant standing in front of a giant foot, still trying to act brave.And honestly, Kaelen’s reaction only made it worse. The shock. The anger. The tightness in his expression. All of it seemed to amuse him. That helpless moment when someone finally realizes the truth—that they don’t actually have any power.Kaelen hadn’t expected this so-called Young Master Evil Sword to be this overbearing. All of this… just because of a small transparent glass tube in his possession. The man had immediately decided he should die. No hesitation. No second thought.Coldness slowly sank into Kaelen’s chest.So this was what the higher realms were like.Strength ruled everything. Rules? Tho

Kaelen Viremont kept his distance from the massive Demon God Altar.Careful. Always careful.He wasn’t rushing in like a hero. That was a good way to die early.Up ahead, everything had already turned into pure chaos. And honestly, that chaos… that was exactly what he was waiting for.In the sky, Murong Yunyin and several other Saint-level geniuses were locked in brutal fights with Demon Marquises. Every clash sent shockwaves rolling through the air—sword light crashing into demonic energy like thunder splitting the world apart.Down below, it was even worse.Tens of thousands of cultivators were fighting endless waves of demons. Blood, screams, explosions… the whole place had become a living storm of killing intent.No order. No rules. Just destruction everywhere.Kaelen stood at the edge of it all, quietly watching.He didn’t move toward the altar right away.Not yet.That place was still guarded. Even now, elite demons were hanging around it. If he rushed in blindly, disguise or no

The moment Kaelen Viremont’s Future Body spun around, the air itself seemed to shiver.No warning. No hesitation.His palm snapped backward.Boom.Space behind him just… detonated.A heavy, ancient force burst out from his body, the kind that didn’t feel like “power” so much as history itself waking up and pressing down on everything. The void cracked like glass under pressure, trembling as if it couldn’t handle the weight of time.And then it appeared.A Hand of Time.It crossed through that invisible river of existence, tearing through layers of distorted space like they were nothing. It moved straight and unstoppable, slamming directly into the white skeletal skull formed from the Six Extremes Demon Curse.The collision froze everything for a split second.Then—crack.Another crack.And another.Fine fractures spread across the skull like spiderwebs racing to consume it. The pressure was insane.The Hand of Time tightened.Just closed its fingers like it had absolute authority over

The Dragon Abyss River kept moving like it would never end.Endless. Relentless. Almost like a giant silver dragon carving its way through the land.People said it was the biggest river on the entire Velarion Continent, linking all five major regions together. Nobody had ever really mapped it fully. Honestly, no one even came close.And of course… there were the rumors.There always are.Some cultivators whispered that something terrifying slept at the bottom of it. A primordial beast from the earliest era. A massive Teng Serpent, supposedly coiled ten thousand meters below the riverbed, just… waiting.Some called it a myth. Others swore it was real.Truth or not, nobody could deny one thing.That river was too big to feel normal.Too deep to feel safe.—Northern FrontierAt the far edge of the mighty Cindralis Dynasty lay the Northern Frontier.And yeah… it was exactly what it sounded like.Cold. Endless winter. No break, no mercy.Everything was covered in snow. Day, night—didn’t m

Kaelen Viremont’s words lingered in the Royal Hall like a blade still hanging in the air.For a second… nobody reacted.Just silence.Then everything started to shift.One by one, the nobles’ expressions changed. Confusion, disbelief, then irritation. Even Su Zhe, the King of the Snow Kingdom, narrowed his eyes. His face darkened fast.“Young man,” he said coldly, “you clearly don’t understand the weight of what you’re saying. Leave.”Simple. Direct. Commanding.A voice that had shut up ministers and generals for years.But Kaelen didn’t move.Not even a step.Su Zhe’s tone sharpened.“For Jiuyao’s sake, I won’t punish your disrespect. But this is not something you can interfere with. The barbarian tribes are not enemies you deal with through blind courage.”A short pause.Then colder:“Leave now… before you bring disaster on yourself.”A prince nearby couldn’t hold it in and stepped forward with a mocking laugh.“Young man, know your place. Do you really think this is something you c