Tristram, the prince of the barbaric, looked at the stout man from above. His eyes were gleaming with a horrifying aura.His father, Allen, was sitting beside him. He, too, was also watching the tall and stout man who had tattooed an eagle on his face. The stout man was wearing a fur coat made of tiger. Allen showed that he was having mixed feelings.The stout man had tanned skin. His facial features resembled Allen's: a square face, thick and short eyebrows, and a pair of huge and spirited eyes. His power of blood and energy surged vastly, like the ocean, and not much different from Allen, a level nine supreme paragon.The stout man was Allen's younger brother, Melvin.Allen looked at Melvin and did not know how to describe his feelings. It had been two hundred years since he last saw his younger brother. They used to be very close to each other until they fought each other to take over the throne.Eventually, they had a fallout.After Melvin lost, he harbored a grudge against A
Tristram's body trembled, and his blood and energy shot up into the sky like smoke. He stared at Melvin with cold eyes and said with a cold tone, "Uncle, you are just a chief! My father is the real Barbarian King!"Having said that only made Melvin even more furious than he was. He exuded a powerful power of blood and energy to suppress everyone in the tent. The power was equivalent to the power of a level nine supreme paragon.The force was terrifying, and nearly everyone in the city could not handle it and was pinned to the ground. Those with power similar to a royal paragon were the only exceptions. Despite that, they felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on their back, and they were having difficulty breathing."How dare you!" Allen smashed the arm of the throne, stood up, and shouted angrily.Immediately, he exuded a terrifying aura. Every cell in his body was shimmering with divine radiance.Under the divine radiance, every barbaric in the city felt a breeze of wind bl
In the meantime, the hatred in Melvin's heart resurfaced again. The Grand Priest was one of the reasons he lost to Allen.However, he did not know about Severin because he had been stationed near the border of the West region for far too long. He was overwhelmed by the hatred and anger. He glanced contemptuously at Heath and Cuthbert and snickered, "You think he is going to be a celestial? Nonsense! Do you know how many prodigies I have killed? I don't believe Severin is an exception. What about Mohsin? He was very strong and had been one of the strongest for nearly more than a century. He's dead now too."When Heath heard that, he immediately made a funny face. Everyone in Midland, cultivators or devil cultivators, was aware that Severin was the one who killed Mohsin.The devil cultivators did try to block the news to avoid the other disciples being terrified. However, the Grandiuno Sacred Land did not prohibit the spread of the news. Therefore, nearly half of the people in Bleurea
"Bring the emissary in."Allen's cold voice was filled with helplessness and resentment. He sat on the throne and clenched his fist so tight that his knuckles turned pale."Showtime!" Melvin mocked contemptuously and sarcastically.Tristram could no longer hold his anger and rebuked, "That's enough. Are you on the devil cultivators' side? Do you wish to see them conquer this city and our people?"After that, he angrily flung his sleeves and walked away angrily to bring the emissary into the tent.Outside the gate of the royal city of Northsea, Kieron was standing outside the castle wall and watching the formation in front of him, which was bright but uncertain. It rippled as if it were made out of water—interlacing of light and shadow.Then he set his eyes on the barbaric cultivators who were looking down at him from above. He could not help but secretly felt nervous. His palms were sweaty.Kieron was a level eight royal paragon and was one of the old devils of the Wicked Tribe
When Kieron entered the golden tent, he felt a few supreme paragon's energy crushed onto him like a mountain had landed on his back. Any absurd action from him would result in him being crushed into a meat pattie.Kieron snapped out of it, strode forward, and cupped his hand at the supreme paragons with respect, "Good day, King Allen. Good day, everyone."Allen squinted his eyes and looked distant. "Why did the Wicked Tribe send you here?"He tried hard to give more pressure and looked majestic like a king now, but in reality, he was feeling frustrated and anxious. The devil cultivators surrounded his city. The only reason the Wicked Tribe sent an emissary into the city was to show off their success and threaten him.When Kieron was about to answer, Melvin, who was enjoying every moment of this, abruptly interrupted. He sneered and said, "Haha. Allen, take a good look. Look how the devil cultivators send an emissary to humiliate you when you are the king. If you did not insist on w
Meanwhile, Allen remained sitting on his throne. He felt so aggrieved that Melvin had brought shame to the clan in front of the emissary.He glanced at Kieron coldly and said, "Hey, why did they send you? If you're here to demand me to surrender, you can save your breath."At that moment, Kieron knew the barbaric had misunderstood everything. He put on a friendly bright smile and said, "King Allen, Malik actually sent me here to negotiate peace with your clan. As a sign of sincerity, the devil cultivators will retreat ten miles after I enter the city."Everyone was shocked, especially Allen.Before this, he thought Kieron was here to humiliate and demand his surrender. Never in his mind was Kieron here to negotiate peace.While everyone froze in disbelief, Kieron continued to speak, "At the same time, Malik wants to use this opportunity to return every treasure we looted during the war."After that, he quickly took out a spatial bag from his pocket. It contained most of the loot
If it were not for Severin, Malik would never have retreated or pulled out of the war.At that point, Kieron was not bothered to answer Melvin's question. He cupped his hand at Allen and said, "My mission is completed. I shall leave now."He had handed the spatial bag to Allen and informed the intention of negotiating for peace with the barbarics. Not a minute more did he feel like staying in the royal city.There would not be a chance for him to leave when Severin arrived later.However, Melvin grabbed his hand and refused to let him leave. "No! You're not going anywhere until you give me a reason! Tell me why are you guys retreating?"Looking at Melvin's threatening demeanor, Kieron's expression changed. Although he never wanted to be the emissary, he was still angry at how Melvin threatened and humiliated him.He gave Melvin a cold look and said angrily, "King Allen, is this the way you and your people treat a guest? Don't be naive and think that you and your people are safe j
After Melvin left the tent, the people inside the tent started gasping for air."Gosh! When did Severin become so strong?" Allen felt like he was dreaming. The crisis was resolved without him doing anything.He looked shocked, with his eyeballs nearly popping out of his eyes.Based on the tone of the emissary, the decision to retreat and return the loot was made because Severin killed two of the Wicked Tribe's supreme paragons. If Tomos and Sachin did not die, the devil cultivators would have invaded the royal city by now.As Allen recalled back a couple of months ago, Severin was just a royal paragon when Carson first brought him to Northsea. At that time, Severin was already very famous in the Bleurealm for killing the prodigies of the Four Great Sacred Lands.Despite that, Allen did not think Severin was that great at that time. Only a supreme paragon could catch his eye. To be more exact, a supreme paragon was just an insect with more strength to him unless the supreme paragon
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