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Chapter 572: The Disruption of Fate.
The regal presence was unmatched.Despite her having been there all this time—despite everyone having already seen her descend toward the stage—it was suddenly, painfully evident that seeing Lady Marcellia Valmorra was never enough.Her presence was something that refused to settle into familiarity.The crowd could not grow used to it.The air itself seemed unwilling to accept her as merely another figure standing upon the stage.It was a strange, paradoxical sensation that washed over everyone present.Safety—and danger—intertwined.It felt as though the world itself acknowledged her authority while simultaneously recoiling from it.Like standing beneath an ancient sky: comforting in its vastness, terrifying in its indifference.Her figure stood calm and elegant, yet the space around her bent subtly, as though reality itself made room for her existence.Her posture was relaxed, her expression composed, but the authority she radiated was absolute—silent, crushing, undeniable.Among th
Chapter 571: The Fan of Sovereignty: A Saint’s Hand.
“Essence-Sucking Leech…”Theodore Kaizen mused, his hands folded where he sat in line among the great names.A cold shiver traced its way down his spine as his gaze remained locked on the pulsing, predatory core resting within the opened box.The crimson light within it throbbed slowly, like a living heart, each pulse sending faint ripples of beastly intent into the surrounding air.“To even lay eyes on such a creature in the wild is a death sentence,” Theodore continued quietly, his voice low yet heavy with certainty.“By the time a cultivator notices that translucent, vein-streaked body—barely the size of a human forearm at first, yet capable of expanding tenfold—their vitality is already being siphoned through the air itself.”His eyes narrowed, memories and records flashing through his mind.“Accounts of these horrors are written in the marrow of the dead.Mummified corpses—dried husks—found deep within the damp, mana-saturated caverns of the Forsaken Marshes, where light never to
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
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