“Hum…”Aric Solaris stepped forward, confident, hands raised just slightly. Silver energy coursed along his arms, forming two flowing strips of power that streaked through the void like liquid ribbons. They twisted and turned with deadly precision, aimed straight at Selira Crimsonlotus and Caelyra.“Whoosh…”The strips shimmered like silver rainbows—beautiful, almost hypnotic—but the sheer power behind them made both women’s muscles tense. Instinctively, their eyes narrowed.“Hum hum…”Selira’s focus sharpened. With a flick of her hands, crimson energy spiraled outward, forming a radiant curtain of molten fire. It stood unyielding before her, a fortress of mystic power.“Hum…”Caelyra clenched her right fist. Seven-colored light erupted around her, and a massive spectral shadow roared faintly, ghostlike. She didn’t flinch. Not even a step back. She pressed forward with relentless determination.“Bang! Boom!”Silver slammed into crimson, her fist meeting the other strip. The air trembl

“Whoosh.”Cyran thrust his right hand into the void. Instantly, a domineering aura erupted around him, dark and heavy, as if it had crossed over from another world. A sinister, dark-red long blade materialized in his grasp like it had been waiting for him all along.Boom!The moment he wielded it, everything about him changed. He rose to his feet, a cruel smile flickering across his jowled face. His eyes scanned Selira, Caelyra, and Thalric, standing tense across the massive crater. That faint, icy smile—just seeing it—made their spines stiffen, a chill crawling through them.Above, two radiant spheres floated: the storage ring and the scroll. Cyran’s gaze sharpened, burning with an unrestrained hunger to snatch them.Whoosh!With a powerful kick, he shot upward, streaking toward the spheres. His left hand shot out, reaching greedily to grab them.“Cyran! Damn it! You think you can take everything for yourself? Not that easy!”Thalric’s face drained of color, twisted in fury. He poure

“Madman! Madman! Cyran is a madman!”Thalric stumbled forward, heart hammering in his chest. He hadn’t imagined Cyran capable—or daring—enough to unleash such unrestrained brutality. Every instinct screamed: if Cyran caught him, his fate would mirror the broken, bloodied cultivators scattered on the ground. A shiver ran down his spine, and without thinking, his pace quickened, desperate to put distance between himself and the looming threat.The two Liuyun Main City cultivators flanking him mirrored his terror. Eyes wide, muscles tense, ready to flee.“Nalan… what’s happening?”Caelyra’s voice cut through the chaos as she ran alongside Thalric. Behind them, the two Stormspire Main City cultivators—one lively, one dull—followed closely. The lively one’s playful expression had vanished, replaced by grim, deadly seriousness. The other looked pale, confidence shattered.“This Cyran… he’s a disaster,” Caelyra muttered, glancing at Selira and the others. Eleven figures remained, barely ten

“Ugh!”The red-haired youth who had taken that crushing blow to the chest went flying backward. Blood spurted from his mouth as his confident, blank expression vanished, replaced by pure terror. His massive frame tumbled across the ground like a fallen mountain, rolling nearly thirty paces before finally stopping. Every ounce of strength had fled him. Pale as wax, he convulsed violently. He hadn’t fainted, but he might as well have.“Roar!” — “Buzz!”A golden tiger erupted into existence midair, its roar deafening. Each step thundered across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath. Ten feet of muscle and fury, it leapt with primal ferocity, hungry, relentless, ready to devour anything in its path.Even Cyran stiffened. A flicker of danger ran down his spine. His sharp, snake-like eyes narrowed instinctively.“Swish!”The Bloodflame Blade vibrated violently in his hands. Crimson light flared, slicing through the air, carrying raw, murderous intent.“Roar!” — “Boom!”The golden

The Sunspire Legacy Hall stretched across the earth like a silver giant, towering eight hundred paces high. Its brilliance cut through the haze, shimmering and shifting as if alive. Slowly, figures began to emerge—one, then another—until eleven stood together, leaning on each other, steady but exhausted.At the front was Darian Wyric, calm and unshaken. Behind him, Selira Aelara steadied Crimsonlotus and Baiya. Selene’s hand rested lightly on Seraphina Vale’s shoulder. Seraphina limped slightly, yet there was a faint curve to her lips and a spark in her eyes—the thrill of survival.Caelyra moved forward alone, hand pressed to her chest, her face unreadable, tense. Two others from Stormspire City followed her: one bright-eyed, lively, the other stoic, seemingly unshakable. Both bore expressions of quiet relief. Surviving this trial was no small thing. At the very end, a pair from Cloudveil trailed behind, pale, somber, haunted by what they had endured.They paused at the entrance of th