2026-09-18 10:32:00The leader of the Burning Sun Sect disciples sneered, resting his flaming saber on his shoulder.
He tilted his head, waiting for Austin to panic, beg, or drop to his knees. Austin did not move. He simply stood on the jagged volcanic glass, his hands resting casually in his pockets, looking at the three youths with cold, indifferent eyes. "Are you deaf, dirt-realm trash?" the leader barked, his patience instantly snap
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Chapter 161: The Gathering of Geniuses
The Grand Colosseum of the Central Realm floated majestically above a vast sea of cloud-palaces.It was an ancient, ringed structure forged from white star-jade and reinforced with cosmic spatial runes.Millions of spectating nobles, high-tier sect masters, and corporate executives filled the soaring tiers of surrounding floating platforms.Their voices echoed across the sky like rolling thunder.On the central arena floor, over fifty thousand elite geniuses from a hundred lower and upper worlds assembled in distinct regional formations.Each team represented the absolute peak talent of their respective realms.Their spirit bases flared with diverse, vibrant light, filling the air with an overwhelming array of high-tier pressure.Austin walked onto the white jade arena floor at an easy, light pace.His hands rested casually in the pockets of his plain black tunic.To his left, Princess Clara walked with calm grace, her scholar robes swaying while her silver star-compass hummed smoothl
Chapter 160: Assembling the Team
The quiet atmosphere of the Ninth Restricted Floor hung heavy between them, punctuated only by the subtle hum of floating star-stone lamps. Austin stood calmly near the unrolled obsidian star-map, his hands casually resting in his pockets. His vertical golden pupils held no trace of shock or concern as he looked at the glowing red imperial decree projected from Princess Clara's star-compass. "Ten million spirit gems," Austin said, his tone crisp, direct, and completely unbothered. "At least the High Sovereign knows my exact value." Clara adjusted her scholar robes, her sharp eyes scanning his unyielding posture. "The Nightfall Sovereign Guild consists of ruthless void assassins who have spent centuries hunting high-tier targets in the borderlands," Clara explained, her tone grave. "They operate with absolute synchronization. In a mandatory team-based survival format, they will not challenge you to honorable duels.
Chapter 159: The Nether Abyss Blueprint
The dimly lit Ninth Restricted Floor remained still, bathed in the soft, iridescent glow of floating star-stone lanterns. Austin stood unmoving before the wooden reading stand, his fingers hovering half an inch above the unrolled obsidian parchment. Deep within his vertical golden dragon pupils, endless streams of ancient scholar glyphs flashed at blinding speeds as his Prime Scholar intellect decoded the intricate spatial geometries mapped across the parchment. The star-map was not merely an ancient cartographic record. It was a structural blueprint. Every glowing silver line etched into the parchment represented a hidden, sub-dimensional spirit pipeline woven into the cosmic fabric of the Central Divine Realm. These pipelines stretched down from the upper territories, piercing through space-time barriers to root themselves deep into the subterranean cores of hundreds of lower planes—including Earth, the Ash Realm, and dozens of bor
Chapter 158: The Sovereign’s Awakening
The Central Divine Palace suspended deep in the void trembled under a crushing, divine weight. Black divine flames burned along the obsidian pillars of the inner sanctuary, reflecting the deep, blood-red light emanating from the fractured scrying mirror. The ancient air, heavy with centuries of stagnant pressure, surged as the High Sovereign’s immense consciousness fully reawakened. High Sovereign Makor slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were not human; they were twin pools of endless, pitch-black void that consumed all surrounding light. At the foot of the dark obsidian altar, three Grand Marshals of the Central Divine Realm knelt in absolute terror, their heads pressed flat against the cold stone floor. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, evaporating before it could even touch the ground. "Blood Prince Kael... is dead," the chief Grand Marshal stammered, his voice shaking violently. "His soul
Chapter 157: Establishing Dominance
The silence on the white jade plaza was absolute. Two hundred senior students stood frozen in their tracks, their spirit weapons trembling in their hands. They looked at Commander Brutus, a formidable Tier-9 veteran who now lay flat on his stomach, his face buried deep inside a spiderweb crater of shattered jade, his wrist twisted at an impossible angle. Brutus couldn't even groan. The microscopic sliver of Primordial Dragon pressure radiating from Austin's boot crushed his spirit sea into absolute silence, sealing his meridians as if they were frozen in solid ice. Austin lifted his boot off Brutus's neck. He stepped smoothly over the fallen senior, his hands returning casually to the pockets of his plain black tunic. He paused in the center of the ring, his gaze sweeping across the two hundred elite senior guards surrounding him. "The old hierarchy of the Death Division ends today," Austin announced, his voice direct, crisp, and carrying a quiet, unshakeable weight that ec
Chapter 156: The Death Division Initiation
The white jade plaza chimed under the heavy boots of two hundred senior students. Their navy-and-gold battle robes rustled as they tightened the ring, locking every exit leading toward the inner gates of the Central Royal Academy. At the head of the battalion stood Commander Brutus, a towering Tier-9 cultivator whose massive frame easily dwarfed the surrounding guards. He adjusted the double-headed battleaxe resting on his shoulder, his cold eyes fixed on Austin's plain black tunic. "You look lost, lower-realm bug," Brutus boomed, stepping forward until he stood ten feet away. "You might have survived the Ash Realm, but this is the Central Realm.""In the Death Division, fresh blood doesn't get a grand welcome. You get a lesson in survival." Austin didn't stop walking. His hands remained casually resting in his tunic pockets, his posture completely relaxed as he approached the front line. "Out of the way," Austin said, his voice direct and crisp, cutting cleanly through t
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