A heavy, almost tangible aura of prestige clung to the Sacred Path of All Heavens. It was impossible to miss—Tavric Ashen was, without a doubt, a disciple of this supreme sect. Elder Vaelorn’s words didn’t exactly shock the gathered prodigies; anyone paying attention could’ve guessed from Tavric’s calm, measured demeanor and the way the elders spoke of him.Still… questions lingered. What exactly were these “Human Rankings”? And the infamous “Celestial Bloodthirsty List”?“Elder… may I ask?” Malrik Emberveil couldn’t hold back anymore. His voice trembled just slightly, betraying his excitement. “What do the Human Rankings and the Celestial Bloodthirsty List actually mean?”Elder Vaelorn chuckled. Low, deliberate. The kind of laugh that seemed to vibrate through the very air. “Ha! The Human Rankings—simple enough. They’re for disciples who’ve reached the Obsidian Stage or the Shadowpulse Realm. One hundred names in total—fifty for each stage. These are our elite, the absolute best of t

One hundred thousand disciples. That was the number the Sacred Path of the Ancients had chosen from Lunaris Haven. One hundred thousand. Just imagining it made Darian Kaelthorn’s chest tighten. Among all those faces, some would be extraordinary—true prodigies, the kind who could overshadow entire sects without even trying.Lunaris Haven wasn’t just big. It was a colossus. In the Frostveil Dominion, no other region even came close. Take the Eastern Lands, for instance: the First Main City ruled over a hundred major cities, commanding loyalty from top to bottom. Impressive, yes—but not enough to match Lunaris Haven. The Southern Barbarians, the Western Ridges, and the Northern Yi… Darian had only heard whispers, but they were dangerous in pockets. Still, against the might of Lunaris Haven? The gap was staggering.Here, power wasn’t concentrated. It spread, layered, untamed. Each sect, each clan had its secrets, its hidden weapons, cards to play if survival demanded it. And the Sacred Pa

From a hidden teleportation array tucked in a corner of East Peak’s summit, four figures appeared, one after another. They looked barely eighteen, maybe nineteen. Three of them carried that kind of arrogance that could cut glass—eyes scanning the modest huts atop the peak like noble heirs sneering at peasants.The fourth stayed back, silent, watching. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes… sharp, cold, detached. He wore a blue martial robe, hands folded behind his back, posture rigid as a spear. Every movement precise, calculating—like a hawk tracking its prey. His face was chiseled, almost severe. He radiated command, an aura that warned: don’t come close.Then, without a word, one of the first three stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with pure malice. Fingers splayed. Mystic Power erupted around him like an invisible storm. With a sudden thrust of his palm, he struck toward the huts through the very air itself.“Boom!”The sky seemed to split. A colossal Flarefire Realm Palm impri

Serian Vaelcrest and the others had long left the East Peak. The peaks were silent now, empty but for the echoes of their departure. Darian Kaelthorn, leaving the Mission Hall behind, had been traveling for half an hour when he finally arrived somewhere… strange. Incredible. Ten massive stone platforms hovered in the void, each one radiating an energy that felt alive.They pulsed—ten distinct waves of power, each swirling with a mystic, arcane aura. Above each platform hovered a gate, massive and warped, flickering with streams of light like ribbons torn from the heavens themselves.Darian’s eyes gleamed. His heart hammered. He scanned them one by one.“So… these are the entrances to the ten sect secret stages,” he murmured. “Each one… It’s like a world of its own. I wouldn’t believe this if I hadn’t seen it myself. Even standing here, I can feel it—each stage is hundreds of times stronger than the Celestial Jade Sigil from the East Lands Thousand Realms War.”He muttered under his br

Elira Frostveil froze, letting the currents of the Star Sea whisper around her. The folds of her white marital skirt fluttered like soft waves in a breeze. Her brows, sharp and precise as if carved by a master, drew together. A flicker of icy surprise sparked in her crystalline eyes. Just for a moment—brief, fleeting—but unmistakable. Still, she could feel it deep in her bones: the fourth layer of the Star Sea was pushing her to her limits, stirring storms inside her body that no discipline could fully tame.Nearly ten days had passed since she’d entered the Star Sea, moving from the first layer to the fourth. Every step she took seemed to resonate with the sea itself, rousing hidden depths and making each advance both painful and exhausting. But that was exactly why she had come. The challenge. The struggle. The growth. She craved it.“The fourth layer… is this my limit?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling against the vast emptiness around her. Even her flawless, icy fa