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Chapter 570: The Facade of Will and The Empress’s Restoration.
“I thought she would be a bit traumatized… or at least in a bad mood for some time after that fight with that Oasis kid,” Eclipse thought as his gaze rested on Elanor, who knelt gracefully before the stage.“But it seems there is nothing to worry about.”His eyes narrowed slightly, not with suspicion, but with the sharp perception of a father who knew his child better than anyone else.“But one thing is certain,” his thoughts continued, slower now, more grounded.“It might not be obvious to others, but she is carrying her body purely with sheer will.She is physically drained. Most might not see it—but I can. She is my daughter, after all.”A subtle warmth spread through his chest.“And I’m proud of the way she’s handling herself.”Then irritation crept in, uninvited.“But I wonder… how could Amon conclude that the ceremony would take place only thirty minutes after witnessing my daughter collapse unconscious—almost dying?Did he simply assume she would be able to attend after just th
Chapter 569: The Crown of Thorns and Silk: The Empress Reborn.
Lukan looked at the artifacts, utterly amazed.Even without reaching out with his divine sense, he could tell—no, feel—that these were not ordinary high-grade artifacts.Each one floated with perfect balance, their auras smooth, refined, and complete.There were no rough edges in their mana flow, no instability, no forced amplification.They were flawless creations, the kind that only emerged when craftsmanship, materials, and intent aligned perfectly.They did not scream for attention.They commanded it.Each artifact radiated quiet authority, like seasoned warriors standing still yet ready, their strength contained but undeniable.Lukan’s eyes moved slowly from one to another, his breath steady, his heart beating with restrained excitement.Even the crowd could not remain composed.Gasps rose in waves.Many stood up unconsciously, necks craning, eyes burning with desire and admiration.Some cultivators clenched their fists, others swallowed hard.Merchants licked dry lips, instincti
Chapter 568: The Alchemist’s Mercy: The Pill of the Ursa.
He paused for a brief moment after taking a single step forward.Then, with measured grace, Lukan Maser inclined his head in a slight bow of respect.Only after that did he proceed.As he moved, he felt it—clearly, unmistakably.From both sides of the path ahead surged vast, ancient presences—overwhelming and profound.It was as if the great names standing side by side had deliberately released their aura at that precise moment.It was not an attack, nor suppression, but a silent trial—an unspoken test of bearing.The air thickened.Invisible pressure rolled toward him like a tide, brushing against his skin, pressing against his bones, testing the steadiness of his spirit.Each presence carried years—no, decades—of authority, bloodshed, victories, and command.These were people who had stood above regions, whose names alone could silence cities.Yet Lukan did not falter even once.His steps remained calm and measured.His posture stayed straight, dignified.His expression did not chan
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
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