SAME TIME — THE FOURTH CONTINENT — THE SOUTH REGION Lira grunted softly, her eyelids fluttering as her eyes slowly opened. The world around her remained hazy at the edges, blurred by the remnants of deep, disorienting sleep. She lay on her back, her lithe body completely naked beneath a heavy dark blanket that had been carefully draped over her for warmth and modesty.For several long minutes, she continued to groan and mumble loudly, fragments of forgotten dreams still clinging to her mind. Then, all at once, her eyes snapped fully open. With a sharp gasp, she sat up abruptly, her chest heaving as she breathed hard. A thin line of sweat traced its way down her forehead, cooling rapidly in the morning air. Disoriented and unsteady, she raised her right hand to support her throbbing head, fingers pressing gently against her temple.Dawn was just breaking across the South Region. A cool morning breeze slipped through the edges of the blanket, brushing against her smooth, beautiful skin

THE FIFTH CONTINENT — THE WEST REGION[A few hours until Elder Sung and his team arrive]“They’re finally coming.”Chris clenched his fist tightly, veins bulging across the back of his hand. His jaw hardened as a dangerous glint flashed through his eyes. “This time… I’m going to break that old man. This time, I’ll be the one who has the last laugh.”His voice was calm, but beneath it lurked a terrifying amount of bloodlust and hatred.[Notice: Mo-hi Is Regaining Consciousness]The Naija youth turned his attention toward Mo-hi. A faint groan escaped Mo-hi’s lips as his body slowly stirred awake. Thanks to the healing pills Chris had fed him, every visible injury and deep cuts had disappeared.Suddenly, Mo-hi’s eyes snapped open. He gasped violently and sat upright, desperately pulling air into his lungs as though he had just escaped drowning.“Easy, Mo-hi.”Chris, who had been seated casually on a nearby table, reached out and patted his back. Mo-hi sat on the couch in silence. Morning

THE FOURTH CONTINENT — THE NORTH REGION"There… that’s the camp." Lumiho pointed downward toward the Fourth Trial Hall. Below them, disciples moved around busily. Some carried and packed large wooden crates while others erected additional tents. A few sat cross-legged in cultivation, absorbing spiritual energy despite the constant activity surrounding them.Lumiho and Lira descended from the sky. As they drew closer, their presence remained restrained, their energy barely visible. Sweat rolled down their chins beneath the fading sunlight. Their robes were stained with dirt and dried blood. Bruises covered patches of exposed skin, and exhaustion rested heavily behind their eyes. They landed softly on the earth like falling feathers.For a moment, nobody spoke. Then— "Look… it’s Lira." A female disciple pointed toward them. "Who’s that beside her?" another asked, his deep voice carrying across the camp.A tall, athletic cultivator stepped forward after setting down the crate he had been

Dark clouds gathered unnaturally across the vast skies of the Third Continent as violent white lightning flashed between layers of black clouds.Below, Elder Hu’s core energy surged from within his tent with terrifying force, becoming denser, sharper, and more oppressive with every passing second. His brown Qi exploded into the atmosphere like a tsunami wave. Shockwaves rippled outward in every direction. Trees were uprooted from the ground. Cracks spread across the earth like spider webs. Entire sections of the mountainside split apart with thunderous noise. Several tents were ripped into the air and swallowed by the raging winds.The disciples struggled desperately to remain grounded.“Susi, grab my hand!” Bia-li shouted. His left hand clung tightly to a massive boulder while his right stretched toward her.“Bia-li!” she screamed. She reached out with all her strength, but the wind and pressure were unbelievably powerful. Even with her energy circulating wildly, she could barely ke

Sung coughed out a mouthful of blood as he struggled to rise to his feet. One knee pressed firmly against the shattered earth while his right hand supported his weight. His vision blurred at the edges, dark spots dancing before his eyes with every ragged breath he took.*How is this possible? He's more powerful than me, I'm well aware of that, and yet the gap that feels so small seems completely impossible for me to overcome.* Sung thought.His eyes remained fixed on Chris, who was slowly walking toward him through the air as though gravity itself had no authority over him.*Each punch he lands feels like being struck by a mountain. His speed is unreal, and his body is even stranger. It's not that I'm not damaging him—it's that damned body of his keeps healing faster than the eye can track.*He spat another mouthful of blood onto the frozen ground. Several broken teeth followed, clattering across the ice."Sung!"The Naija youth's voice thundered across the battlefield.Without warnin