1Dawn had just broken over the horizon of Silver City, washing the peaks of the Platinum District's skyscrapers in a tranquil gold. But that tranquility was merely an illusion.Beneath the surface, the world was trembling violently. The headquarters of the Aegis Sanctum, usually shrouded in silence, was now surrounded by layers of high-level security so impenetrable that not even a mechanical fly could pass without clearance.On the rooftop landing pad, the whining engines of the Aero-Cruiser that had just carved across the continent began to die down. The hatch hissed open with a burst of hydraulic steam, releasing a biting, icy aura.Silas Thorne stepped out. He was no longer wearing the flawless black suit that had been destroyed in the battle atop the Aegis Tower.His white dress shirt was torn in several places, revealing white meridian tattoos that now glowed faintly beneath his skin. In his arms, he carried a young girl with utmost care, as if she were the most fragile treasure

The deafening sonic boom reverberated through the corridors of the Aegis Sanctum’s underground base. The steel tiles beneath Silas's feet disintegrated into powder in an instant as he surged forward with a speed that tore through the laws of physics.It took less than two seconds for Silas to arrive at the VVIP Medical Sector. However, what greeted him was not a sterile, white-walled room, but a vision of hell.A dense, black-green mist seeped through the cracks of Lyra’s ICU door. The titanium steel walls in the hallway hissed, blistered, and rusted within seconds.On the floor, Dr. Harrison and three elite nurses lay convulsing. The veins in their necks had turned black, and their skin began to peel as they inhaled the contaminated air.Silas waved his hand, releasing a wave of white bio-electrical shock that pushed the lethal mist back from the medical staff's bodies. He pressed several meridian points on Dr. Harrison’s chest to delay the spread of the toxin to his heart.In the ne

The VVIP ICU was dead silent, leaving only the faint hiss of metal from residual corrosion. Rex and Seraphina held their breath, staring at Silas's back as he stood frozen with his eyes closed. They assumed the Boss was focusing on healing the backlash wounds in his heart meridians.However, within Silas's sea of consciousness, a spiritual storm was raging.The sea of consciousness, usually an empty white void, was now filled with golden clouds. In the center of those clouds, an old man in ancient robes with eyes radiating thousands of years of wisdom floated with his hands clasped behind his back."Long time no see, Old Man," Silas greeted internally, his tone flat yet implying relief.It was Victor Thorne, the first ancestor of the Thorne Family, whose soul had fallen into a deep slumber after the battle against the holy corpse Malachi in Mirage City."You call me 'Old Man', even though you've just broken through a boundary that hundreds of my other descendants failed to reach," Vic

The silence at the Aegis Main Port felt more suffocating than a storm. Jin Wei, the Young Master of the Black Dragon Syndicate who just minutes ago had demanded Silas lick his shoes, now stood frozen with trembling knees.He stared at his two Peak Master protector Elders who were now groaning on the icy asphalt, their cultivations shattered by a mere flick of a finger that wasn't even visible."W-What dark magic did you use?!" Jin Wei's voice cracked, his arrogance evaporating, replaced by the most primal instinct for survival."Young Master, run! He's a monster!" shouted one of the two remaining Elders.Without hesitation, the two Elders sacrificed their blood essence to temporarily boost their strength. The first Elder drew a massive dao broadsword ablaze with fiery Qi, leaping ten meters into the air to cleave Silas's head.The second Elder vanished into the shadows, hurling dozens of shadow poison needles aimed at the blind spots of the Tyrant's neck and heart.A dual assault from

The Dragon Gate Port was the primary entry point into the heart of the Eastern Continent. Usually, this place was crowded with thousands of merchant ships and illuminated by the glaring neon lights of the metropolis behind it. But tonight, the port had been forcibly evacuated.More than ten thousand elite cultivators of the Black Dragon Syndicate stood in a combat formation stretching along the coastline. At the very front stood eight terrifying figures whose auras warped the gravity around them.They were the Eight Dragon Warlords. Each of them was a Half-Saint tier cultivator, martial monsters who had lived for over a century and had leveled mountains with their bare hands."A luxury yacht is trying to breach our territory after destroying the Vanguard Fleet?" one of the Warlords, a bald man with a jagged scar across his face, scoffed dismissively. The giant broadsword on his back trembled with bloodlust. "Whoever this Western bastard is, he is incredibly stupid for delivering his o