Four figures emerged in perfect formation. Towering. Muscular. Radiating a dark silver glow, as though they’d been forged from some rare metallic essence. Each step they took thudded like a drumbeat, echoing through the vast hall. But it wasn’t their size or aura that unsettled Darian Kaelthorn—it was what they were.Not cultivators. Not alive in any conventional sense. Their bodies gleamed with a metallic sheen—solid, yet strangely flexible. Their faces were featureless mirrors, reflecting everything and nothing all at once. Dark silver emptiness.“Buzz—”A subtle vibration pulsed through his mind. Darian froze, sensing something ancient. Mechanical. Intelligent. The hum faded, leaving an eerie silence. He looked around.The hall stretched endlessly, a training ground of monumental scale. Columns soared a hundred paces high. White jade slabs underfoot were cool and firm. The ceiling, impossibly distant, shimmered faintly.“Fortunate junior… what is your name?”The voice was calm, comm

The silver barrier unfolded like a sheet of liquid metal, swallowing the plaza until it seemed to stretch for hundreds of paces in every direction. The air tasted tight — tension you could almost touch. Across that wide stone floor, power flared again and again, each burst like a tiny storm detonating in midair.They hadn’t been here long — a group of cultivators who’d slipped into the Sunspire Legacy just ahead of Darian, emerging from the black like ghosts. But whatever welcomed them answered with violence: dark silver puppets, human-sized and all metal, lunged with sudden, precise strikes. Not the three massive puppets Darian had faced earlier — these were simpler, clunkier. No grace. No flourish. Still, they were tireless. Relentless. Annoying as a swarm of metal flies.The cultivators patched themselves into makeshift alliances, their energies snapping together in quick bursts. Sparks flew whenever power met steel; the ground trembled under the impact.“Where on earth did these th

The ten-pace silver light screen flickered once—and then it was gone. Just like that. Cyran, the red-haired youth, Thalric, and Caelyra disappeared with it, leaving the void eerily silent. Darian’s eyes narrowed, a faint shadow of thought passing through them. Without a second’s hesitation, he reversed his stance, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply toward the silver sun hovering in the endless void.“Thank you, Senior… for your help.” His words were quiet but sincere, carrying a weight that came from deep within. Without the intervention of the Aric Sunspire Legacy—linking two distant locations, letting him witness the chaos in the Sunspire Legacy inheritance—Selene might have suffered far worse. The timing had been perfect. The outcome is delicate. Darian knew it.Selene. Even in fleeting moments of consciousness, the young man’s loyalty and courage were undeniable. He would risk his life without hesitation for those he cared for. Darian had seen it in the fiery defiance burning in h

“Eight Desolations Savage Soul Thorn!”The words rang out, sharp and commanding. Instantly, Darian Wyric’s soul space trembled. The twin dragon claws at its center—radiant, ethereal, alive—shivered as if they sensed a storm brewing somewhere beyond the world itself.Around him, the elements surged. Air rippled with invisible currents, the void thrummed faintly, and the very fabric of reality seemed to pulse in rhythm with the awakening of the Eight Desolations Savage Soul Thorn. Darian’s eyes snapped open, piercing and alert, each blink slicing through the void like a blade.Before him flowed a river unlike any he had ever seen. Thick mist hovered over the water, curling and twisting like restless spirits. Waves of elemental energy shimmered across its surface, wild yet somehow… harmonious.“An elemental energy river…” he murmured, disbelief lacing his tone.He’d seen one before, yes, but this—this one dwarfed even the river Valtor Grimspire had shown him. Endless in scope, volatile ye

For a heartbeat, the air seemed to freeze. Silence pressed down like a heavy curtain, almost sacred. And then—a loud, booming laugh shattered it.“Hahaha… Crimsonlotus! Congratulations on breaking through to the Late Spirit Soul Realm! Our strength grows again—truly a joyous occasion!”Thalric’s voice rang out, full of satisfaction, though his eyes flicked subtly toward Cyran. Arms behind his back, the red-haired youth’s expression was cold, indifferent. Thalric smirked faintly, amused by the contrast.“Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…”In moments, over a dozen figures arrived, drawn by the commotion. Sharp, calculating eyes swept over the Yuan Force River, scanning the unfolding drama. Anyone could tell at a glance—this was no ordinary gathering. Power surged here like tidal waves.Attention naturally landed on Cyran, the red-haired youth, Caelyra, and Thalric. Survivors of the Solaris Token Legacy knew danger when they saw it.“Are you alright, Young Master Saren?”Crimsonlotus finally spoke,