Remus was truly out of his mind!Bartholomew and others thought for a moment, not wanting to miss such a spectacle. No matter how powerful Remus was, could he really defeat dozens of Divine Separation Stage cultivators?It was simply impossible.They too hurriedly followed behind.…On the mountainside, the Monington disciples were still sizing up Remus, their eyes devoid of any respect for a fellow sacred land member.Their gazes weren't even that of looking at a person.Remus met their eyes, focusing on the middle-aged man who had struck him earlier. Expressionless, he said, "After entering the sacred land, Master Hewitt indeed told us not to enter the residences of the Monington disciples on the right side. I entered here by mistake. I've disturbed your meditation, I can apologize, accept punishment, or even offer compensation. But why did you hit me?"Everyone paused, then burst into raucous laughter, some doubling over as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world
The tone of the crowd wasn't as playful as before, but it was clear they were egging the situation on.Marc's face instantly became hot with embarrassment. Remus apologizing and giving a fist-and-palm salute was already big enough of an insult to him, not to mention daring to release his spirit energy to resist.It would have been better if no one had witnessed it, but unfortunately, so many people were at the scene. Remus' bold defiance against him was likely to become a long-standing topic of ridicule among his peers.Marc said with a fierce snarl, "Do you think I wouldn't dare cripple you?"Remus stepped forward slowly, saying as he walked, "You slapped me based on arrogance, disrespect, and the belief that your actions toward me will bear no consequences. I do not initiate conflict, but I will not hesitate to kill those who provoke me!"He had barely finished speaking when he stopped walking, still some distance from Marc. Seeing his stance, the Monington disciples became
Ted and the others felt immense pressure as Remus walked closer, as though a mountain had loomed over them.However, how could they be intimidated by just one person?If word got out, how could they hold their heads up?They were about to retort when an unforgettable event unfolded before their eyes.As Remus walked forward, the head of a Monington disciple behind him... fell off.Indeed, it was severed cleanly from the neck without any warnings.It rolled on the ground a couple of times, conveniently rolling to the side of the road, which was next to a slope, and the head rolled down the slope like a ball.For everyone present, whether they were Monington disciples or residents of the sacred lands, whether it was Morris or Bartholomew, a staggering buzz, akin to a profound cerebral shock, resounded within their minds.The scene before them didn't just leave them astonished, but it rendered them momentarily unmoored, almost spectral in their disbelief. A maelstrom of question
Only after Remus had walked far into the distance did the icy tension in the arena ease ever so slightly. The sacred land disciples shared glances, each yearning to voice their thoughts yet rendered speechless as if their spirits had been harshly shaken and their souls quivering. They found themselves unable to settle their turmoil. The Monington disciples collectively bowed their heads toward Marc's fallen body on the ground, struggling to understand how he could have been defeated by a mere Golden Stage cultivator.Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, saying, "We can't let this grudge slide so easily. For thousands of years in Monington Sacred Land, it has always been the Monington disciples pressing down on the Sacred Land disciples.When have sacred land disciples ever oppressed us? Without exacting blood-for-blood retribution, we, the disciples of Monington, will lose all honor!"Those words ignited a flurry of responses. "I wish I could kill him myself!""And to think h
Just as Emerson had barely regained consciousness, he heard their words, spat out blood, and fell unconscious again.His situation seemed dire as his body shook with violent convulsions.Ahead, the journey became increasingly difficult for Remus.His steps grew heavy and uncertain, with an overwhelming desire to simply collapse, shut his eyes, and block out the world around him.The strike he had unleashed drained him of all his strength, as he had channeled his energy for speed and focused his spirit energy into a blade-like force, even integrating Wizardry.Not even at his peak could he muster the energy for a second strike of such magnitude.Indeed, if his attack had not killed Marc, he might as well prepare to face the Emperor of the Underworld himself.Surveying the surroundings, Remus noted the housing situation. Every dwelling was occupied, and not a single vacancy was in sight.He wanted to turn around and ask if there were any available vacancies, but he dared not, fea
"Why hasn't Wilda returned yet? How long does the assessment take? This is torturing!""She raised the difficulty to the extreme right at the first challenge, stopping all cultivators in their tracks. Wait for it, from what I see, it'll take at least another day.""I wonder if there are any other cultivators comparable to Emerson, even if they are just about as skilled."All the Masters were seated on both sides of the Sacred Hall, buzzing with conversation.Typically, they wouldn't have gathered so early, as the selection of disciples was scheduled for the next day, and there was no urgency. But the occasion was marked by an extraordinary event that even attracted the attention of immortals.Eager for the assessments to conclude, they all hoped to be the first to meet Emerson, aiming to convince him to become their disciple.Competing for such a remarkable talent was crucial. Securing his allegiance could mean sharing in his future achievements and glory, especially if he were t
Grandmaster Aurelius waved his hand and said, "Alright, you may leave now."Hearing that, the Masters were reassured. As long as the Deputy Saint Master themselves didn't take action, everyone was still on equal footing.However, the disciple remained standing, bracing himself to bow again. "Deputy Saint Master, I've taken the liberty of coming here because there is an urgent matter to report! Just now, Monington disciple Marc Stephenson was... was..."He trailed off, unable to continue. After all, such an incident had never occurred before, and even now, he himself could hardly believe it.Grandmaster Aurelius commanded in a stern voice, "Speak up. Don't hem and haw!""Yes!" The disciple trembled slightly and said with difficulty, "Marc Stephenson was... was killed by a sacred land disciple who had just passed the assessment!"That statement struck everyone like a thunderbolt, causing a tumultuous uproar.It took Grandmaster Aurelius a full three seconds to recover.Suddenly r
On the mountainside, there was a newly constructed straw hut at the very end of the residential area. Constructed with wooden walls and a thatched roof, the hut's simplicity starkly contrasted with the more sophisticated buildings nearby.At a cursory look, it appeared more suited to house poultry than people, which was the reason Remus had initially passed it by.However, the place was exceptionally tidy and filled with a faint fragrance.Remus was lying on the bed inside the thatched hut, his eyes tightly closed, plunged into unconsciousness.After experiencing a series of fierce battles and then depleting all his spirit energy, he had managed to reach this place solely by the strength of his will, let alone stay awake.Glinda was sitting beside the bed, not looking at Remus but her expression was filled with worry. She had only invited him to rest for a while out of pity, seeing how he seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment. It was only after overhearing the conver
Roman did not respond immediately and instead thought deeply about it with a serious expression.At this point, what happened to Remus no longer mattered. In fact, it might be better to say Roman would love to see Remus hurry off to fight the Upper Realms.But the issue was that people in the Upper Realms didn't know that Remus was still alive. What would they do if they saw him appear again? Would it affect Roman?It was like what the ghost kings initially thought—within the Three Realms, the only ones who could save Remus were Roman and Francis.Once Remus was exposed, Francis would naturally deny being the one who saved him, leaving Roman as the only one who could have done so. By then, he would become the target of everyone's criticism.So, before figuring out how to handle the aftermath, there was no way he could let Francis find out about this."Your Majesty?" Noticing Roman was hesitant to speak, the ghost kings couldn't help but urge him for a response.Roman took a deep
Remus didn't want to admit it, but he had to—here, he felt like he was immobile while the world around him was in constant motion.In other words, he had no control over what was happening and could only passively accept everything the world presented to him, without any right to refuse. The simplest metaphor was being forced to watch a movie while you were tied to a chair.Remus was feeling frantic again. It seemed he was truly trapped with no way out."Is Limbo really like this?" He felt powerless over the current situation. In his current state, he couldn't affect the Mortal Realm or the Underworld and was simply stuck here. If this wasn't Limbo, then what was?It was like how when a person died, it was not necessarily a complete disappearance. It could also be understood as being separated from friends and family, no longer able to meet, forever existing in different realms. Wasn't it the same case right now?Remus slowly descended into the forest, coming to a stop without any
Remus was shocked, staring blankly at the scene.Under normal circumstances, after reliving his life once, he should have just faded away. That was how it usually was for ordinary people. So, why hadn't he disappeared, and why were the scenes starting to repeat?As expected, after Remus snapped out of it, he heard voices coming from the mountaintop. It was once again the scene of Tyson holding a ruler, disciplining a sobbing Remus."Why... Why is this happening?" Remus muttered to himself, growing more and more shocked. "Is this what the so-called Limbo looks like, or did something go wrong?"For a moment, he didn't know whether to feel happy or worried. Naturally, he was happy because he still existed, but he was also worried because the current situation felt too unfamiliar.Remus remained calm and continued to look ahead. The scene shifted to the front of the prison, then to Kylie calling off their engagement, and then to various moments shared with the other women from his pas
"No!" Remus roared, feeling a bit panicked.According to human processes, after reliving one's memories, the spirits would depart the body as a farewell to the Mortal Realm, and the physical body would begin to decay and turn to dust.If that was the case, wouldn't he fade away into nothingness after revisiting all his memories as a specter?"No, no!" Remus started shouting, trying to stop it, because this was the final act of his specter. Once this moment passed, he would completely vanish into nothingness, and he was doing everything he could to prevent that.Unfortunately, the situation in front of him wouldn't change just because he willed it to. The result would be the same as from the start, continuing to unfold bit by bit."Candace Nightingale!" Remus shouted once again. Seeing Candace nearly being squashed by the Pathic Energies, he couldn't help but wish he could lend a hand in it. If she had been killed then, he wouldn't be filled with such regret now.The scene was sti
When Remus saw this, he suddenly started laughing.This scene was from when he first arrived at the prison. He was indeed nervous and worried outside the gate. After all, it was his first time coming down from the mountains and entering the outside world, especially since Tyson said this was the most dangerous place in the world.Because of that, he was extremely cautious when going in, afraid of getting beaten up. It was also here that he parted ways with Tyson, and he hadn't seen him since then.Remus looked at Tyson, wanting to take a closer look at him, but the scene changed once again.It was three years later, when Kylie came to break off their engagement. Adorned in luxurious designer brands, she arrogantly said, "We belong to different worlds. Give me the marriage contract!"If it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, Remus would have definitely given her a rough time. Why bother putting up an act?The scene shifted again. This time, he was at the Bowen family's luxur
Remus stared straight ahead for a moment, then began frantically looking around. All he saw was a dense forest surrounding him. There was no sign of Tyson anywhere.What terrified him even more was that when he looked down right after that, he discovered he had no body or spectral form.Remus quickly raised his hand, wanting to touch his arm, attempting to see if he was simply concealed. However, he unexpectedly couldn't feel his arm! It was as if he only had a pair of eyes to observe the world, and no one else could even see these eyes."How did this happen? What is this place?" Remus was completely panicked.Why did he see a scene from over 20 years ago? Did he travel back in time? Or was this scene simply playing itself back to him? Where exactly was he?The sound of a slap interrupted his train of thought.Remus sharply turned to look, and to his surprise, he could see the top of the mountain along the path.At the summit was a small thatched house, and in front of it sat a
Unfortunately, the problems kept coming one after another.Grant said, "That's a good idea, but how can Remus return to the Mortal Realm or even reach the Upper Realms? He's currently a specter and isn't able to go there!"The other four ghost kings froze. The favorable outcome made them overlook the necessary process. Remus couldn't reach the Upper Realms, which meant the fight between him and Francis couldn't happen.They all turned to look at Roman.Roman frowned deeply. There was actually a way to help Remus return to the Mortal Realm. Remus would have been able to think of it too, but he just couldn't see what was right under his nose.There was a term called "Soul Return". Remus could find a recently deceased body and enter it, allowing him to return to the Mortal Realm.But Roman's statement about not being able to help Remus return to the Mortal Realm wasn't a lie, because no resurrected body could ever match the strength of Remus' original form.Even if his specter poss
It was easy to tell from Paul's tone that he'd been holding it in for a long time. In fact, it wasn't just him. The other ghost kings also fell silent upon hearing this. The anger hidden within their hearts was stirred.It started with the Order of Nine Mysticisms' appearance.The Monarch of Mortals was humanity's leader, and all warriors and cultivators belonged to this group. Initially, everyone had faith in the Monarch. And, as the Pathic Energies naturally sought a vessel to inhabit, they naturally chose the first Monarch of Mortals.Later, the conflict between warriors and cultivators intensified, with the main issue being the plundering of the beast race.The warriors believed in coexistence between humans and beasts, while the cultivators viewed the beast race as inferior and thought they should be exploited.After several generations of Monarchs, the tension finally erupted, marking the beginning of the Battle of the Three Realms.At that time, even though the Monarch car
Grant realized that saying such things was somewhat self-deceptive, but he didn't know what else to say, so he fell silent. His eyes occasionally drifted toward Roman. At times like this, he felt like Roman needed to step up.Roman could feel his gaze. Despite still harboring some emotions, had no choice but to speak. After all, he was the Underworld's ruler, and they were waiting for him to make a decision. It was something he couldn't avoid.Taking a deep breath, he slowly said, "Grant is right. Remus mentioned we wouldn't interfere with each other, which means he won't trouble us anymore, and things won't be exposed for the time being."Instead of worrying about Remus, we should focus on the most pressing issues—the Pathic Energies!"He raised his head and said, "Currently, only one-third of the Pathic Energies remain in the Underworld. Although it won't affect the barrier, it still has a significant impact on us..."Roman didn't want to mention Remus anymore primarily because