The Rose-Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold's spears. The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions, Thorold's pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same-level practitioners, and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura that he had never encountered before.The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening, muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent-like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold's body. He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.
With his pupils glowing like lightning, Thorold licked the blood from his lips and directed a fierce grin at Severin."Time for you to die!" he shouted, darting right toward Severin. The fluctuations produced by his aura as a level nine royal saint unleashed a terrifying wave of energy, shattering the shield that maintained balance outside the arena. Ferland was momentarily stunned by the sudden development, as the shield was incredibly important to prevent the spectators from getting hurt. Fortunately, he snapped out of his senses right away and promptly redeployed the shield to ensure that everyone else was safe.The shield's near-collapse elicited horror from many spectators."Is this Thorold's true strength?""Even the shield deployed by a supreme saint from the Grandiuno Sect is crumbling under the pressure!""Severin's life is in danger.""Yeah. It's almost certain that Severin will suffer defeat. Thorold's Thunderbolt Constitution was very formidable to begin with, and he
Kiyu's eyes widened as he witnessed Thorold being rendered unconscious, severely injured, and knocked out of the arena. He never thought that Thorold would suffer defeat, especially not at such a swift pace.Despite the turmoil that was building up in his heart, he had to continue with his duties as the organizer of the tournament and rose to his feet to announce the results. "The winner is Severin!" The venue sank into an unexpected silence. The shock of witnessing the defeat of a renowned genius like Thorold reverberated through the audience. The fight did not even last very long. Gasps of disbelief erupted from the crowd, and many people could only watch on in stunned silence."Thorold…lost?!""But how?! He's an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, and he has the Thunderbolt Constitution too!""Severin defeated Thorold in less than ten moves! Just how strong is he?""When did such a powerful individual show up in our city?"The worried expressions of Rourie and the rest of Ch
Meanwhile, Severin stood on the stage after dealing with Thorold and sensed an intense gaze fixated on him. It seemed to be a gaze emanating a will to fight. Possessing remarkable perception as a level nine royal saint, Severin swiftly identified the source of the gaze as Jangar, who was seated with the Lischalts.Severin looked at Jangar and perceived the latter to resemble a sheathed sword. Swordwill seemed to resonate within him, and Severin acknowledged it before nodding thoughtfully in Jangar's direction. He knew that his victory over Thorold had likely attracted Jangar's attention.As Severin retracted his gaze, he murmured to himself, "You must be a swordsman prodigy? I'm quite curious to know just how strong you are."Severin had encountered numerous prodigies in his journey of attainment. For instance, Frederick of the Horizon Sect became a royal saint at a young age, yet Wuhlricht—the strongest in the Skyblue Sect—was merely a level five royal saint. In the end, Frederick
After the second round concluded, Kiyu stood up and announced the list of people who had qualified. The individuals advancing from that round included the seven contestants from Severin's side, as well as two others from the Lischalts—Jangar, and the great elder, Germain. In what could be interpreted as a stroke of bad luck, the Gahrrs failed to secure the last remaining spot, which went to the mayor's honorary elder.Following the announcement that Severin's group had advanced, the crowd erupted in an animated discussion."How did the Chorteaus get so lucky? Seven out of their eleven participants qualified for the final round!""I heard that Wuhlricht and others are all Severin's closest friends!""Tch…where did they come from anyway? Their strength is insane!""They secured seven places even though the second round had just ended! Won't the Chorteaus get eleven spots at the sacred lake once Severin clinches first place?""Severin might be strong, but there's still no guarantee
Jangar had put in a tremendous amount of effort to ensure that at least two people from the Lischalts advanced to the third round. Unfortunately, the lots that they drew were in favor of Severin's group.Severin was slated to face Germain in what was supposed to be a surefire win for Severin. After all, Severin had already proven himself by defeating Thorold. By contrast, Jangar found himself against an honorary elder from the mayor's mansion, whom he was sure to win against.In other words, Jangar seemed like an outsider in a competition where the sure victors were Severin's group. He was furious, as there seemed to be no point in continuing the matches. Unfortunately, he still had to abide by the procedure and face his contender. The honorary elder from the mayor's mansion knew what was coming and conceded, having nothing more to fight for after already bagging one spot. Severin's opponent did the same as well.However, as Severin prepared to leave, Jangar unexpectedly challenged
The two figures stood on the arena with the whistling of swordwill and an emergence of sword light. The sharp sword energy sliced through the surrounding air, causing even the far-seated spectators to feel a stinging sensation on their skin.Jangar looked emotionlessly at Severin in the center of the arena. He waved the sword in his hand and eschewed the use of flamboyant sword energy or resplendent sword light. He merely let out a yell as he infused his spiritual power into the sword and slashed it toward Severin. "Sea-Parting Form."His movement was incredibly simple and unembellished, yet it came down at a rapid speed that sliced through the very fragment of space to create a dark void around the blade. When Severin observed this, his eyes narrowed, and the calm expression on his face finally disappeared.Jangar had lived up to the reputation of being a prodigious swordsman, a fact which Severin acknowledged. Although there was no visible sword energy when the sword was unsheathe
Ferland previously had little interest in the tournament, and it took Severin's swift victory over Janik and Thorold to pique his attention. At the same time, the transformation in Severin's aura, along with the overwhelming swordwill, finally made Jangar realize something. "That's why you weren't afraid of going against me! This was your trump card all along!"As a swordsman himself, Jangar could keenly sense the stupendous swordwill emanating from Severin. It carried a mighty aura, and Jangar felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of sharp swords. Aside from his feelings of surprise, Jangar also found himself filled with excitement. He had faced numerous difficulties in making good progress, no doubt due to the lack of proper swordsmen in the whole of Southsky. Even prestigious sects like Grandiuno Sect and Purevoid Sect were bereft of any young contemporaries who shared in his ideal.In the past, Jangar honed his swordsmanship through continuous battles. It went without saying
At that instant, Infernatur and Damnatur felt a sudden chill, as if an impending doom loomed on the horizon.Severin then said softly to them, "I'm gonna need you as a helping hand!"Infernatur and Damnatur recoiled as a horrifying realization dawned upon them."Have you taken that leap?" Infernatur's voice trembled with uncertainty.Severin remained silent and simply waved his hand gently. The 129,600 cosmic laws surged with boundless power, reducing the huge figures of Infernatur and Damnatur to dust.Within moments, two essences of pure primordial power flowed into Severin's inner world, while the desolate chaos sea crumbled and was consumed by his voracious appetite.Severin's form eventually began to fade until it became a flicker of light that vanished completely. His consciousness had been devoured entirely.Everything before him was empty and devoid of substance.An indefinite amount of time passed before Severin's voice echoed through the emptiness, "Chaos springs from
With a deft stroke of the bronze halberd, the path hovering above Severin shattered."This is a peculiar weapon," Severin recoiled in alarm, raising the Oculus Blade to defend himself "It has the ability to dismantle the great path!"Simultaneously, he utilized his space-time path to shield against potential assaults, especially any sneak attacks.Explosions reverberated, unleashing torrents of elemental energy and spatial turbulence throughout the chaotic sea. Time passed indeterminately amidst the chaos.For centuries, the trio engaged in combat, their auras undiminished by time's passage.Meanwhile, the four Dominus Nosters in the Celestial Realm waged war against the extraterrestrial intruders, reclaiming territories with unparalleled ferocity.Under the leadership of figures like Callide, the extraterrestrials were simply no match for them.The Southern, Western, and Devil Regions were reclaimed quickly, yet everyone from the Celestial Realm remained vigilant, for war conti
Outside the Heaven Palace, the few who had been appointed Dominus Noster along with a cohort of quasi-royal celestials were faced with the grim reality at hand.Clad in resplendent hues, Callide—who was their leader and carried the title Dominus Noster Arcanum—donned celestial attire woven from stars and the galaxy. With a regal bearing, she commanded from atop a cloud, "Follow me, my brethren! We shall vanquish the extraterrestrials in the Devil Realm!""At your command, Dominus Noster Arcanum!""Yes, Dominus Noster Arcanum!"With their resounding battle cries, streams of light surged across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, converging upon the territories occupied by the extraterrestrials—they were the Devil Region, Southern Region, and the Western Region.Amidst the vibrant rainbow, a towering figure emerged, blotting out the sky and earth. Everyone recognized that figure as Severin, and knew that the battle against the quasi-celestial regents would soon begin.Adrian, who was alrea
Armin then spoke with a calm authority, "You cannot remain in this time and space, for you are from the future. It is time you return."As he uttered these words, Severin sensed an invisible force pushing against him and urging him to depart.Standing upon the river of time, he overlooked the tumult of the quasi-celestial regent conflict looming below. He mumbled Armin's counsel, "By receiving nourishment, shattering constraints, tearing open chaos, and reaching the other side…" As Severin pondered over those revelations for an indefinite amount of time, clarity dawned upon him like the sudden rising sun. "So that's the way!"By the time he snapped to his senses, he discovered that his primal spirit had traversed countless epochs in the river of time. "Did I spend that long in the river of time?" he asked himself. Fortunately, the duration he spent in the river of time was but a fleeting moment in the real world.Severin's resolve solidified. Though his brief discourse with Armin,
Severin could sense the mental connection between himself and the weapon, almost as if it was an extension of himself. Severin then raised his gaze to the celestial expanse beyond."I'm almost on Armin's level now that I've made a breakthrough to the rank of quasi-celestial sovereign. However, facing the extraterrestrials' quasi-celestial regents isn't going to be easy meat for me," he mused aloud.Armin was once the sovereign architect of the Imperial Court and the ruler of the Celestial Realm, yet even he found himself at the mercy of the attack of Heaven's Will. Even a mighty quasi-celestial sovereign was reduced to naught but dust.Severin felt the weight of the responsibility settle upon him. Confronting the two quasi-celestial regents would require him to transcend to the realm of celestial sovereign—a realm of which he had scant knowledge of.He understood the concept of the celestial sovereign only in the context of attaining liberation through enlightenment via the 3,000 p
In the vast expanse of the chaotic sea, occasional gusts of strong wind whipped up the formidable chaotic energy. A single whirlpool could claim the life of even a true immortal.Amidst that tumult, two colossal figures lay prone within the abyss. They emanated an aura of unparalleled power, commanding even the paths to heed their authority. The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms.They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.Infernatur could be deemed the primordial offspring of chaos itself, having borne witness to the most primitive and barbaric epochs of the Bleu Celestial Realm. Being born of chaos, he po
Heaven Palace could now boast four royal celestials, along with nearly 20 quasi-royal celestials and 5,000 true immortals. Those esteemed individuals once served the Longevity Alliance, Clear Wind Sect, Tri Celestial Island, and Ingeni Paradise. While their numbers paled in comparison to the 120,000 true immortals during the ancient Imperial Court's heyday, Severin was confident that he could revive that with time. After all, the new Imperial Court had only just been re-established, and there was still more work to do.Severin then addressed the assembly, "As you continue raising your attainment, you shall have to anticipate the looming threat of conflict with the extraterrestrials. Now that you have are bestowed with titles as the custodians of heaven and earth, it is our solemn duty to reciprocate the blessings bestowed upon us.""Yes, we shall!" echoed the resolute affirmation from the gathered immortals.Having concluded his address, Severin went to speak briefly with Diane and
In the Heaven Palace, Callide sensed that the aura emanating from Severin was simultaneously as vast the sky and ocean but as indiscernible as that of a mortal. Tremors of terror gripped her, as she knew that he had far surpassed the realm of a cultivator who had attained the perfect-stage royal celestial. It was no exaggeration to say that Severin could obliterate a royal celestial with a mere thought.Balke, Libra, and Creatia shared Callide's apprehension. To them, Severin embodied the very essence of the path—intangible, silent, abstruse, incomprehensible, and undetectable.As the imperial robe adorned Severin, Balke and the others bowed in reverence. "Long live the Celestial Sovereign!" they chanted in unison.A subtle wave of fortune floated toward the heavenly heart imprint as Severin acknowledged their worship with a satisfied smile. He raised his hand and lifted them effortlessly with an unseen force.With a thunderous voice that resonated in their ears, Severin proclaimed
The true immortals, quasi-royal celestials, and even the eminent royal celestials held their breath. Everyone observed in silence as Severin wielded the heavenly heart imprint.With each strand of luck infused into the heavenly heart imprint, Severin sensed his dominion over the Bleu Celestial Realm becoming stronger. He had the feeling that he could reshape the world with only a single thought.Once the destinies of tens of thousands of races were bound with the heavenly heart imprint, the golden tourmaline quivered violently and radiated an aura that could be felt across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands. Acknowledging the momentous occasion, Severin tapped his forehead and directed a fragment of his soul to command the heavenly heart imprint. The 3,000 great paths within him erupted from his being and materialized."Today shall be the day that I, Severin, rebuild the Imperial Court in the Nine Heavens! As wielder of the great path, the world shall be inscribed in me, and I shall embody