The white marble corridors of the Main Hall of the Upper Realm reflected the faint golden glow. The atmosphere inside the high-ceilinged chamber felt eerily quiet, leaving only the sound of Raymond’s firm footsteps as he walked while holding Natalie’s hand tightly. Behind them, several palace guards dressed in ancient armor followed with their heads respectfully bowed.Natalie stayed close to her husband’s side. Her eyes constantly wandered over the magnificent architecture surrounding her—the stone pillars carved with cosmic dragons, the ceiling engravings resembling swirling galaxies, and the overwhelming aura of majesty that seemed to permeate every breath of air. Her mind was still spinning, struggling to process the series of impossible events that had carried her across dimensions from a mortal hospital bed directly into the heart of this ancient world.“Raymond...” Natalie whispered hoarsely, her cold fingers tightening around her husband’s hand. “What exactly is this place? An

The shattering of the Soul Mirror released a brilliant golden radiance that engulfed every corner of the Hall of Honor. Murmurs of awe rose from the ranks of elders and war commanders who had witnessed the event. The proof of absolute love and loyalty between Raymond and Natalie had shattered the most formidable magical barrier guarded by the ancestral altar.Yet, behind the stunned silence, a pair of glowing red eyes watched from between the shadows of a massive stone pillar on the western side of the hall.Gwen stood there with her chest heaving, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her hair, which had previously been neatly tied, was now slightly disheveled, while cold sweat dampened her temples. The failure of the Soul Mirror Path Trial had destroyed all her sinister plans in an instant. Within her heart, the burning jealousy had transformed into pure, terrifying hatred. She could not bear to see that mortal woman win and live happily by Raymond’s side.No... This cannot happen! Gwen

The atmosphere across the highest plateau of the Upper Realm’s main altar had transformed into a vast sea of thick, black clouds. Lightning struck repeatedly, splitting the sky with dazzling flashes of violet that were almost blinding, while the storm winds howled violently, scattering fragments of stone and cosmic dust in every direction. Amid the extreme weather that threatened to tear the entire dimension apart, Raymond stood tall without wearing any protection.He no longer cared about the threats posed by his enemies, nor did he pay any attention to the gazes of the gods and elders watching from afar. His thoughts and soul were focused on only one thing: Natalie and their unborn child, who were resting inside the cave beneath the cliff, and the mortal destiny he wanted to fully embrace alongside his wife.Raymond slowly stepped forward toward the center of the altar courtyard—the most sacred place, where the God of War Emperor’s throne stood upon a p

The steady hum of the heart monitor in the corner of the VIP room at North Sector Hospital sounded at a slow rhythm, breaking the long silence of the night. The spacious room carried the familiar scent of antiseptic and the fragrance of fresh white lilies delivered by the office staff every day. On the bed with clean white sheets, Natalie lay helplessly. Her beautiful face looked so peaceful, although traces of exhaustion still lingered beneath her tightly closed eyelids. An IV line was neatly attached to the back of her right hand, delivering nutritional fluids into her body, which had been unconscious for weeks after suffering severe trauma from a traffic accident. Elena sat on a small chair beside the bed, holding Natalie’s cold fingers. From time to time, the personal assistant wiped the corners of her damp eyes. The burden of managing the company amid uncertainty about her superior’s condition had made Elena’s days feel incredibly heavy. “Natalie... how long are you going

The ancient palace of the Central Altar in the Upper Realm appeared eerily deserted, shrouded in thin white mist that crept along the white marble corridors. Yet beneath that silence lay a suffocating tension. Inside the magnificent western-wing resting chamber, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.Dragon-carved marble vases lay scattered across the floor, shattered into countless pieces. The thin silk curtains hanging beside the windows had been torn apart by the impact of sharp energy. Gwen stood in the middle of the wrecked room, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her beautiful face was extremely pale, adorned with faint dark circles beneath her eyes from weeks of sleepless nights. Her long hair hung in a tangled mess, utterly failing to reflect the dignity of a great noblewoman descended from an ancient bloodline.Gwen let out a small laugh, the sound discordant and hollow as it echoed against the cold stone walls.“Do they t