The Wilderlands below had grown small, almost insignificant, a tapestry of mountains, rivers, and forests now bathed in the golden radiance of the Nine Suns. Lin Dong hovered above the Veiled Summit, his transcendent form shimmering between flesh and flame, his staff orbiting with the perfected harmonics of the Nine Flames. Every beat of his divine heart reverberated across the mortal realm, weaving together the lingering fractures of Heaven’s Tear and stabilizing the flows of Yuan energy. Yet Lin Dong’s gaze was fixed upward, toward the impossible. Beyond the shivering horizons lay the Celestial Frontier—a realm whispered of only in legends, a plane of fire, storm, and cosmic law. It was a world where gods walked freely, where the laws of mortality bent and twisted under the weight of divine will. Here, in the Twilight Skies above, his next trials awaited. Yan Shu and Lu Chen stood behind him, their expressions a mixture of awe, reverence, and restraint. Though mortals in compari

The moment Lin Dong crossed the threshold into the Celestial Frontier’s core, Skyforge City sprawled before him like a vision of impossible grandeur. Floating above a river of molten gold, the city’s towers twisted into spirals of crystallized flame, their surfaces etched with runes that pulsed softly, resonating with the underlying laws of the frontier. Bridges of pure light arched between islands, each carrying rivers of molten energy, cascading in controlled torrents that glimmered like liquid starlight. From the vantage of his hovering stance, Lin Dong observed the teeming streets below. Celestial beings moved with grace and authority—figures whose very forms shimmered with fragmented starlight, some adorned with wings of fire or crystalline appendages, others radiating golden auras that refracted reality itself. Interwoven with these divine presences were mortals, carefully guided and regulated by the laws of this realm. Unlike the Wilderlands, where power could be seized throug

Skyforge City’s central spire towered above Lin Dong like a monument to creation itself, its golden surface etched with the intricate runes of cosmic law. Every step toward it sent ripples across the floating bridges, the molten rivers of the city pulsing with latent energy. He could feel it—an invisible weight pressing upon his core, a subtle but undeniable resistance to the flames he had carried unchallenged through the Wilderlands. “This… this is different,” Yan Shu murmured, hovering beside him. Her eyes scanned the floating towers, tracking the streams of divine energy that flowed like arteries across the city. “Even your Nine Flames, Martial King, must bend to something here. It’s as if the very laws of the universe are watching.” Lu Chen, ever practical, tightened his grip on his sword. “Heaven’s Laws… I’ve read of them in ancient texts, but seeing them in action… it’s like stepping into a cage you can’t see.” Lin Dong nodded, feeling the truth of their words. The Nine Flame

The air in the Grand Hall of Skyforge City shimmered with molten gold and silver currents, flowing like rivers of light across the impossibly high walls. The hall itself was suspended mid-air, anchored by invisible threads of pure law that hummed with the heartbeat of the Celestial Frontier. Lin Dong stepped onto the polished floor, the Nine Flames within him flickering, resonating with every pulse of energy around him. This was no ordinary test; it was the first formal confrontation with the Divine Laws themselves, overseen by the Lawkeepers—the most venerable council in all the Celestial Frontier. At the far end of the hall, seven towering figures materialized, each encased in an aura of unparalleled authority. Golden robes interwoven with molten silver threads shimmered as their ethereal forms shifted, reflecting the cosmic power they wielded. Their eyes—like twin stars—pierced through the fabric of reality, capable of discerning not just the surface of one’s intent but the very c

The moment Lin Dong stepped across the threshold of the Spirit Flames’ Trial, the world ceased to obey reason. Skyforge City vanished behind him as if it had never existed. The divine marble beneath his feet dissolved into drifting sparks, and gravity itself unraveled. For a heartbeat, Lin Dong floated within a colorless void—neither light nor dark—until the void ignited. Flame did not descend. It bloomed. A universe of fire unfolded in every direction, layered and alive, each flame burning with a distinct will. The sky was an endless vault of swirling embers, streaked with currents of living light. Beneath him stretched a vast sea of translucent fireglass, reflecting nine distorted suns that hovered at impossible angles above—each sun pulsing with a familiar resonance. His Nine Flames. Or rather… their echoes. Lin Dong inhaled sharply. The breath entered his lungs as heat, yet did not burn. Instead, it spread through his meridians, probing, testing, as if the realm itse