2025-07-28 20:54:05The sun dipped low over the canyon, spilling molten gold across jagged cliffs. Kaelen Viremont’s white robes caught the light, gleaming so brightly he seemed less a man, more a young immortal walking on sunlight itself. Each step on the canyon floor carried quiet authority. The world bent subtly to his presence, though beneath that effortless grace lay an ancient solitude—a weight born of countless battles, past failures, and the venom still pumping through his veins.
The Creation Divine Art pulsed relentlessly inside him, assimilating the demonic essence of the Venomous Mad Python. In just half a day, Kaelen had shattered two bottlenecks, reaching the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven of the True Martial Realm. Each heartbeat sounded like thunder through the canyon. Mortals would have bowed—or fled.
From the shadowed cave behind him, Seraphina stirred. She stepped into the fading light just as Kaelen paused, framed against the fiery sky. Breath caught. So radiant. So otherworldly. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, unwilling to disturb the vision.
“You’re awake?” Kaelen’s voice cut across the canyon—calm, firm. His eyes softened as he approached. “These past days… they must have been hard on you.”
Seraphina met his gaze, determined despite grime and exhaustion. “For my brother in gratitude, Seraphina will do anything,” she said firmly.
Kaelen arched a brow. “Brother in gratitude?”
“My name is Kaelen,” he corrected gently, a faint smile brushing his lips.
“I’m Seraphina,” she said, extending her hand. “Then from now on… you’ll be Seraphina’s Brother Kaelen.”
Before he could respond, a sharp voice rang through the canyon.
“Ninth Princess. I’ve finally found you.”
Seraphina’s head snapped toward the sound. Recognition lit her eyes. “Sister Fianna!”
From the canyon mouth, a tall, poised figure emerged, draped in flowing crimson. Her gown clung to a flawless form; long black hair fell like ink. Eyes sharp as tempered steel, radiating a weight few could bear. Even Kaelen, at his peak, felt it—a subtle prickling of aura, quiet but terrifying.
Fianna’s steps were confident as she approached, taking Seraphina’s hand. Her gaze shifted to Kaelen. “Who are you? Why are you so close to the Ninth Princess?”
Seraphina spoke quickly, cheeks flushed. “Sister Fianna, you’re mistaken. Brother Kaelen is my lifesaving benefactor.”
Fianna’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of unreadable thought passing through them. She said nothing further, turning away with Seraphina in hand.
“Brother Kaelen, I’ll go with Sister Fianna first! I live in the Eldravan imperial palace—don’t forget to visit!” Seraphina’s words rang out, urgent and playful. In an instant, Fianna’s figure lifted gracefully into the night sky, vanishing beyond sight.
Kaelen’s brow furrowed. True flight. To achieve it in martial cultivation required surpassing the True Martial Realm, Spirit, Sky, and Divine Martial Realms—reaching the legendary Titled Martial Realm. Fianna alone spoke of mastery beyond imagination.
Back in the cave, Kaelen allowed a moment of quiet. His gaze fell on the clay pot of herbs and the torn fabric Seraphina had used to bind his leg. A small, warm smile tugged at his lips. “Seraphina…”
On the dry grass lay a worn, leather-bound manual and a folded note, written in elegant handwriting:
"Brother in gratitude, this ‘Ancient Dragon Elephant Fist’ is one of the Eldravan royal family’s three great martial inheritances, a Heaven-rank combat art. I wish to give it to you; do not refuse. It is but a small token of my gratitude."
Kaelen’s eyes gleamed. A Heaven-rank martial art—rarer and more powerful than Yellow, Profound, or Earth ranks. Instinct warned him: treasure and danger were inseparable. He tucked the manual into his robes and glanced at the ink-dark sky.
Fianna appeared again, crimson gown catching faint starlight. Her aura radiated the overwhelming presence of a Titled Martial Realm master. Behind her, a blazing phoenix of pure flame unfurled its wings, its cry shattering the night. The cave glowed like noon under its radiance.
Kaelen met her gaze evenly. “Senior Fianna, what brings you back so suddenly?”
“You’re calm,” she observed, a faint smile brushing her lips. Her storage ring shimmered, producing a vermilion brocade box that landed at his feet.
Kaelen frowned. “And this?”
“That girl’s identity is more complicated than the Ninth Princess of Eldravan,” Fianna said coldly. “Stay away from her. Do not ruin her future. Ignore my warning at your peril.” She glanced at the box. “Inside is a Heaven-rank pill—enough to live comfortably in a small place like Ebonvale Prefecture City. Anything else… forget it. For someone like you, leaping the dragon gate is a childish dream.”
Fianna vanished, leaving Kaelen with the silent cave and the artifact of temptation.
Instead of yielding, Kaelen laughed, sharp and cutting through the night.
“What’s so amusing?” Fianna’s voice echoed back, taut with caution.
“You understand neither friendship nor loyalty,” Kaelen said coldly. “Some bonds cannot be replaced by treasure.”
With a single step, he crushed the brocade box beneath his boot. The Heaven-rank pill turned to dust, useless.
Fianna’s eyes widened, killing intent surging. “You—”
“You what?” Kaelen’s voice thundered. “Who are you to decide another’s fate? Stop talking and fight if you want me dead!”
The air trembled. A vast, unyielding battle aura erupted from Kaelen, slicing the heavens. Behind him, the colossal Creation Furnace appeared, radiating abyssal darkness, a devouring power few could withstand.
A cry split the night. Fianna’s Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, proud and regal, quivered, wings shivering against the darkness.
“You… awakened a Martial Soul?” Fianna’s voice trembled. Only those of supreme talent or ancient bloodlines could wield such power—and Kaelen’s presence proved it.
Her icy composure returned. “Impressive, but meaningless. Your cultivation is shallow. Compared to true geniuses, you are still a lifetime behind.”
“My path is mine alone,” Kaelen replied, steady and unwavering. “Not yours to judge.”
She turned, crimson gown a streak across the horizon, leaving him alone with the Ancient Dragon Elephant Fist manual and memories of Seraphina’s care.
A faint grin curved his lips. “My future… is mine to decide.”
Three days later, the roar of his strikes shook the canyon. Behind him, the phantom of a colossal dragon-elephant rose, tusks like mountains, its roar thunderous. Mountains crumbled beneath his fists, each strike fueled by mastery of Dragon Elephant Power.
Three strands now coiled within him, multiplying destruction exponentially. One dragon-elephant, ten, a hundred—the power knew no ceiling. His Creation Divine Art ensured no limit remained.
The canyon wind whispered around him, carrying dust and stone. Seven days had passed since Fianna’s departure. Each strand of Dragon Elephant Power pulsed, eager, awaiting release. If Fianna returned now, she might not dare speak as before.
Kaelen’s eyes gleamed. Ahead lay limitless potential, unbound by realm or rule. Ahead lay the path he alone would carve.
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Chapter 157: Cooperation
Kaelen Viremont didn’t answer right away.The dark-gold demon loomed in front of him, huge and unmoving, its body half-buried in ancient sealing runes. Faded golden light crawled across its thick scales, pulsing weakly, like a heart that refused to completely stop beating. The air around it felt wrong—heavy, crushing, pressing down on Kaelen’s chest until even breathing took effort.This thing was dangerous. Ancient. Older than anything Kaelen had come across since stepping into this ruin.And now it was talking about cooperation.That alone was unsettling.Kaelen’s eyes narrowed just a little. His face stayed calm, but inside, every instinct was screaming at him to be careful. Deals with demons—especially ones this old—were never clean. There was always a price. Usually one you notice too late.After a short pause, he finally spoke.“The common enemy you mentioned,” Kaelen said evenly, “who are you talking about?”The demon’s lips slowly pulled back, exposing jagged, uneven teeth. Th
Chapter 156: Spring of Life
Buzz.A strange vibration rippled through the air.At that exact moment, a deep black glow bloomed within Kaelen Viremont’s pupils, spreading like ink dropped into clear water. His vision shifted instantly. The world around him no longer looked the same.Layers of falsehood peeled away.Illusions collapsed.Hidden structures revealed themselves as if they had been laid bare by an unseen hand.“So it really is a formation,” Kaelen murmured.What had once seemed like endless darkness was now filled with countless intersecting lines of power. They crisscrossed the sky and earth, weaving together into an ancient and terrifying array. Every strand pulsed faintly, alive with suppressive force.And more importantly, Kaelen could see where it was weakest.Boom.Lightning crackled violently as Kaelen gripped the rusted sword in his hand. The blade hummed as if awakened from a long slumber, arcs of blue lightning dancing along its surface.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at a
Chapter 155: Creation Divine Eye
“What was that?”The Flame Woman’s sharp cry sliced through the air, making everyone jump. Heads snapped around almost at the same time, following her stare toward the distant horizon.What they saw made their stomachs drop.At the edge of the world, darkness was pouring in—layer after layer—like a massive black tide rushing forward. Thick clouds crushed the sky from above while shadows crept across the land below, devouring everything in their path. In the span of a few heartbeats, the blazing sun vanished, erased as if it had never been there to begin with.The world dimmed.The air turned cold.Then came the silence. Heavy. Smothering.“The boundless darkness… it’s finally here.”The words slipped out of a Shadowfang Sect disciple’s mouth, barely audible, but packed with fear. The kind you couldn’t fake.Several people swallowed hard. Almost all of them remembered the same thing at once.That voice.The one that had echoed through the ruins earlier. Vast and emotionless. Cold in a
Chapter 154: Tremor
Kaelen stepped cautiously out of the ruined pavilion. The chill of the ancient stones seeped through his boots, biting at his feet. The Flame Woman was already there, standing tall amidst the wreckage. Her eyes, sharp and luminous, scanned the shattered palace like a hawk hunting secrets hidden in the rubble. The faint glow of lingering magical residue clung stubbornly to the walls, reflected in her gaze. There was curiosity there—and a hint of wariness, as though she knew the ruins could bite back.“Did you find anything?” she asked. Her voice was soft, but urgent, like a note of alarm tucked inside a lullaby. Her gaze never left him, as if his answer could rewrite everything that was happening.“You could say I found a little,” Kaelen replied, calm on the surface, almost casual. But the faint flicker in his eyes betrayed unease. He had felt it even before stepping out—a barely-there shift in the air, a pulse of latent energy whispering of things best left untouched.Then—Boom!The s
Chapter 153: A Majestic Voice
“Let’s go.”The words were simple, spoken without urgency, yet they carried an unquestionable authority.Talan’s presence stirred within Kaelen Viremont’s mind, and in the next instant, the faint shadow of his form dissolved into a streak of condensed black light. It pierced straight into the center of Kaelen’s brow, vanishing into his glabella as though it had never existed at all.Kaelen remained standing where he was.He did not immediately follow the others out of the ruined pavilion, nor did he rush to reunite with the crowd beyond the shattered stone pillars. Instead, his gaze slowly swept across the desolate structure around him.The pavilion was ancient beyond measure.Its once magnificent roof had collapsed long ago, leaving only broken beams and fragments of carved stone scattered across the ground. Moss crept along the cracked walls, and time had erased nearly all traces of its former splendor. Yet despite the decay, a faint pressure lingered in the air, as though something
Chapter 152: Divine Shrine
Kaelen’s eyes went wide.The sensation of leaving his body—of his soul stepping free—was beyond anything a normal cultivator could imagine. It was like waking up inside a dream that stretched to the edges of the universe. Every fiber of him buzzed with awareness. Fresh. Strange. Wondrous. And yet, even in the midst of that shock, Kaelen stayed sharp.Hovering above his own body, in that intangible, illusory form, he trained his gaze on the source of the pure yang energy. What he saw made him pause.Floating in the distance was a mass of power that could rival the sun itself. Golden light radiated outward in waves, twisting and flickering like a living fire. Pure yang energy surged through it, thick and tangible, almost breathing. It wasn’t just light—it was presence, demanding attention, daring anyone to approach.“So dense… such intense pure yang,” he muttered under his breath. “My mortal eyes can’t even penetrate it… but my soul… my soul sees everything.” He focused, every subtle ri
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