"The power of a royal celestial is truly immense. Even a mere projection has can wield such formidable strength. One can only imagine the might of his true body," Severin mused, his voice steady despite the turmoil surrounding him. "But even the most powerful royal celestial cannot defy the relentless passage of time and the rejection of the world indefinitely, can they?"Indeed, the strength of a royal celestial seemed to tower above Severin, but even as Severin acknowledged King Luther's formidable prowess, he could not shake one nagging doubt—should a royal celestial possess the ability to erase the effects that time had on them, then the Green Emperor would not have met an untimely demise.In Severin's view, King Luther's clone was burdened by the weight of time and likely had certain restrictions imposed on it. That presented an opportune moment for Severin to mount a counteroffensive.Fully cognizant of his own weaknesses, King Luther proudly declared, "I have been infused wit
In the chaotic void, the Green Emperor's Pagoda radiated boundless green light that froze the surrounding space and destroyed the golden blood mist relentlessly. Simultaneously, the Oculus Blade gleamed with brilliance, with the three thousand rules razor-sharp and shaking the very fabric of the void.At that moment, King Luther's enraged roar pierced through the golden blood mist, "Ahhh! Severin, I swear by my name that I will vanquish you!"Severin's cold smile belied his resolve as he retorted, "You're better off trying to figure out a way to survive rather than making threats against me."With practiced ease, Severin connected his soul to the heavens and earth, urging forth a surge of power from the original space that had materialized in the void via the true spirit mark in his mind. This influx of energy not only fortified his own form but also augmented the potency of the celestial weapons he wielded.As the blood mist quivered under the dual onslaught of heavenly might and
Severin, in hot pursuit, shouted icily. "Don't even think about escaping!"With a thunderous crash, the colossal handprint that enveloped the sky descended down, striking the Ancestora from the heavens. Under the violent force of impact, the Ancestora's body shattered and crumbled like porcelain in mere moments."No!" echoed a mournful cry that resounded through the heavens.With the fall of a true immortal, the world quaked, while the sky and earth lost their vibrant hues. Dark clouds shrouded the entire Bleurealm, unleashing torrents of thunder and blood-red rain upon every corner. Everyone could see the spectacle.At the Grandiuno Sacred Land's entrance, Adrian—still weary from battle—was prepared to finally return to the sect when an inexplicable sorrow gripped his heart. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the world turned pale and scarlet lightning streaked across the sky as blood-like rain descended.Such mirages were an overwhelming feeling for all sentient bein
Within a starry palace at the devil realm, the river of time surged violently on the chessboard. A ray of gray light traversed through the chaos of infinite space and time until it finally returned to King Luther.As King Luther absorbed the ray into his soul, his expression soured and he exuded a sinister aura.The handsome figure nearby could noy help but chuckle. "Why are you so grim, my friend?"King Luther treated cautiously when facing Oliver, the ruler of the foreign extraterrestrial race. He took a deep breath and explained the situation regarding his projection and its primal spirit.Oliver, astonished by the news that a newly-ascended true immortal had vanquished a royal celestial's projection, tugged at the hair on his temples before saying, "Fragments of the celestial realm in Bleurealm? And an inheritor of that old man? This is getting intriguing. Ever since the ancient battle when Armin wielded his divine sword to slash the Bleu Celestial Realm just before his demise,
When Severin emerged from the other end of the spatial passage, he descended from the chaotic void thousands of miles above to sky and descended down on the ground in mere seconds. Due to the necessity of expanding his blood and essence to activate his two weapons, his face drained of color and his aura began to waver.As he walked out of the passage, he extended his divine senses and had a panoramic view of the battlefield.At that point, a faint voice echoed in the distance. "Are you all right?"The direction of the voices were Carson and Willette, who were seated atop a hill. They were grievously wounded, and their vitality was waning at a rapid speed.Severin materialized before them in an instant and reassured them, "I'm fine. What happened to the two of you, though?" He wasted no time in channeling the power of creation to their bodies and healing them. Once their wounds stabilized, he withdrew the healing energy.As Carson and Willette recounted, the corpse puppets under An
Outside the main hall, Severin descended from the golden bridge and swiftly embraced Diane and Gilda. In contrast to Diane's more carefree demeanor and open expression of sincere emotions, Sheila and Sofia tended to be a little more reserved and composed. Although they shared concern for Severin, they stopped a few steps away after Carson and Willette crossing the bridge moments after Severin.Despite their pause, their beautiful eyes betrayed deep sorrow alongside hints of joy and relief.As Severin breathed in the faint fragrance of Diane and Gilda's silk-like hair, he stroked their heads tenderly and reassured them softly, "I just used too much of my energy. It's not like I'm going to die anytime soon""Don't you dare talk about death!" Gilda glanced at him with a hint of indignation as she pressed her fingers against Severin's lips to silence him. Her eyes shimmered with tenderness and reproach, as though Severin were a heartless scoundrel who had abandoned his family.Meanwhil
Severin advanced and exchanged greetings with Amethyst and the others before turning his attention to Adrian on the elevated platform. He saluted and asked, "Why are your injuries so severe?""It was a lapse in concentration," Adrian replied, downplaying them.As the main half-immortal of the Grandiuno Sacred Land, he had borne the brunt of the onslaught during the conflict and had been assailed most fiercely by the corpse puppets. The battle had erupted so suddenly that there was scarcely any time for them to alert the barbarics' Jaxon and Greatflare's Lumino. Seven corpse puppets had descended upon the sacred land, claiming the lives of two half-immortals.Adrian had consolidated his attainment after years and years of being a half-immortal. Naturally, he drew significant attention from the adversaries and faced the onslaught of three corpse puppets. Fortunately, his formidable prowess prevailed, and the puppets were dispatched with extraordinary skill.He reflected upon what hap
Severin's journey had one clear objective—to reach that original space. Within it lay the essence of the world, and whoever refined it would wield mastery over the entire Bleurealm,.Bleurealm far surpassed the Small Thousand Worlds within Severin's body. Despite the latter growing to an almost comparable level as the former, the repeated extraction of celestial power hindered the development of a flourishing civilization and populace. Left to evolve on their own, the sentient beings within would require at least several thousand years to match Bleurealm's stature.However, if he is willing to intervene in the Small Thousand Worlds' development and preach the way of attainment, the time needed to attain that would likely be much reduced. Yet, Severin could not afford such a lengthy wait—instead, he opted to refine the original space and become the Lord of Bleurealm. It was a coveted position that even the Ancestora took several eras to complete. Severin had the feeling that it repres