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Chapter 567: The Sanctity of the Dais: Where Dust Becomes Legend.
The crowd stirred with restless anticipation as the final preparations came to an end.The shattered battlefield had been completely transformed.What moments ago had been a scarred wasteland of molten stone and fractured earth was now pristine—leveled, polished, and reshaped into a grand ceremonial platform.Wide stone slabs gleamed beneath lantern light, sigils faintly glowing as they stabilized the ground.Banners of the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness along the Pecunia's fluttered gently in the night breeze, their embroidered crests catching starlight.Servants moved with rehearsed precision, aligning banners, adjusting ceremonial stands, and ensuring that every detail was flawless.A hush of expectancy spread through the hundreds of thousands gathered.Then—It happened.Three figures descended from the upper gallery.Amon Pecunia, Marcellia Valmorra, and Devi Pogoda floated down together, their descent unhurried, deliberate.They did not rush, nor did they conceal themselves.Inst
Chapter 566: The Crucible of Integrity: The Pact of the Semifinalists.
A breath-long pause settled over the upper gallery the moment Antonov’s words fell.It was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet it rippled outward like a stone dropped into still water.“Mm.”Amon raised a single brow.His posture did not change, yet the space around him did.The relaxed ease he had worn until now folded inward, replaced by a restrained pressure—as if a breath he had been holding was finally allowed to circulate, not released, but redirected.His gaze sharpened and fixed itself squarely on Antonov.“Why is that, Young Master Antonov?” Amon asked.His voice remained calm, measured, even gentle—but the presence behind it shifted.It was not oppressive, not overt, yet it pierced straight through Antonov, testing him, weighing him, stripping away pretense.Antonov felt it immediately.The pressure brushed against his senses like a cold current beneath still water.His breathing hitched for a fraction of a second before he forced himself to inhale deeply, grounding his spirit
Chapter 565: Profit, Prophecy, and Pride.
For that moment, Devi Pogoda and Marcellia Valmorra both paused.Their gazes lingered on Amon Pecunia, and in that brief silence, the atmosphere felt strangely still.The lantern light from the upper gallery reflected softly off Amon’s features, and the faint glow from the battlefield below cast shifting shadows across his face.A subtle smile danced on his lips—not smug, not boastful, but calm and assured.It was the kind of smile worn by someone who spoke with certainty, someone whose words were not speculation but conviction.It was evident to both of them that Amon’s words were genuine.“But in a way,” Devi said slowly, breaking the pause, his voice thoughtful rather than accusatory, “you didn’t give all the treasures to the kid.”His eyes sharpened slightly as he continued.“And from the way you spoke,” Devi added, “it seems you were already sure the kid was going to win.”Amon did not rush to respond. He let the moment breathe.“It may seem like that,” he said at last, his tone
Chapter 564: The Steward’s Secret: Bloodlines of Gold and Iron.
After a few minutes in the upper gallery, as below in the gigantic battlefield the last of the repairs were still in motion—Great slabs of stone were being lifted back into place by earth cultivators, fractured ground knitting itself together under controlled formations,while residual mana still shimmered faintly in the air.The once-devastated battlefield was slowly regaining its shape, though the scars of the duel were impossible to erase completely.Cracks remained like veins across the stone floor, silent reminders of the overwhelming power that had been unleashed moments ago.The barrier pylons hummed softly as they stabilized,their runes glowing faintly while attendants and formation masters moved with urgency,sweat on their brows as they worked to restore order.“I think the way you are speaking about it now makes sense,” Marcellia Valmorra said, her gaze calm yet thoughtful as she turned slightly toward Amon. “It is the most logical way to carry it out.”Devi Pogoda nodded
Chapter 563: Flight of the Awakened Mind.
Oasis turned his body fully to look at Eclipse.“Since you are an elder and I respect you,” Oasis said calmly, his tone steady and unhurried, “even though you mistreated my people, I will tell you.”Eclipse raised an eyebrow slightly, not offended, but attentive.“When I received an attack from the parallel being,” Oasis continued, “I realized something.It did not only attack my physical body, but my whole being—including my conscious realm.And a fragment of my lifespan was also taken.”Eclipse’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment.“Mm,” Eclipse said slowly, his voice carrying a hint of gravity. “That is exactly what that power does.”He studied Oasis more closely now.“You are truly talented,” Eclipse continued.“To figure that out from just one attack… so you already knew what it was when you came to the noble gallery, and you deliberately acted as if it were merely a spiritual technique, didn’t you?”“Ahh, Patriarch Bal,” Oasis replied lightly. “You also acted as if what I said was
Chapter 562: Foul-Mouthed.
In one of the InfirmariesInside the infirmary where Elanor Bal lay resting, the air was calm and softly lit by pale mana lamps embedded into the walls.The scent of refined herbs and mana incense lingered gently, soothing the senses.Elanor lay unconscious on a wide bed, her body wrapped in clean robes.Though she had been battered moments ago, her complexion had already regained color, no longer pale or drained.Her breathing was steady, slow, and rhythmic.Beside her stood two women of her age, her personal escorts—Inose and Uku—both dressed in matching combat attire now partially loosened, their expressions tense yet relieved.Their eyes never strayed far from Elanor’s face.Standing near the bedside was Eclipse Bal, his posture upright and composed, his hands clasped behind his back.Though calm on the surface, the faint tension in his shoulders betrayed lingering worry.The physician attending Elanor was human.Physically, she appeared to be a young woman, her hair tied neatly b
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