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Oranke, Steam Grand Cathedral. Pope Zieg III, the venerable old man who ordinarily wielded awe-inspiring authority over the fate of countless believers, was at this moment walking with uncharacteristic urgency. His steps carried an anxiety that clashed with his dignified position, as he rushed down a secret passage that only the highest-ranking clergy were permitted to tread—descending deeper into the underground of the cathedral. Before long, a colossal bronze door etched with intricate…-
3.6 M • Ongoing
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The movement of the Old One's corpse was not a physical shift as mortals might imagine. Rather, it was a violent disruption on the most fundamental level of information. In that instant, it was as if an invisible hand had plucked the foundational strings of the entire Secretive Version. And as the instigator of this forbidden symphony, Lu Yan heard it clearly—the echo that came from the deepest part of the Old One’s corpse, crossing endless ages of deathly stillness. That echo was a torrent of…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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The moment that name was spoken, a sudden change erupted! It was as if something had responded to his call—or perhaps as if a long-set program had finally been triggered. Within the infinite, high-dimensional time-space above the stars, a trace of ancient and indescribably weathered radiance, like the final glow of the setting sun, pierced through layer upon layer of barriers. That afterglow of the Old Ones bypassed the divine court’s order-based seal laid by Lu Yan and quietly descended upon…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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On the highest terrace of the royal palace, Lu Yan stood with a grim expression, staring at the sky ablaze with stars. The countless chants of the faithful seemed to merge into the very fabric of the world’s great Dao. To ordinary people, they were imperceptible. But to someone of Lu Yan’s level, every note rang as clear as day. Each syllable of that sacred hymn was like a hammer, smashing against his heart, shattering all his previous pride and schemes into dust. The return of the stars. The…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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With Elizabeth’s thunderous declaration—“I am the King’s Authority!”—the coronation ceremony came to a close. A strange silence filled the hall. It was the dead calm after a storm, laced with lingering fear and a deeply repressed sense of humiliation and helplessness. Everything had settled. Elizabeth, the once-overlooked princess, now stood atop the pinnacle of power in the Victoria Kingdom, crowned with a platinum diadem and holding the Royal Scepter. And the man who had orchestrated…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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The atmosphere had reached a tipping point. What filled the air now wasn’t just shock and fear—it was the crushing weight of inevitability. Even the three terrestrial angels who represented the highest strength and foundation of the Victoria royal family had now completely fallen silent. The underworld forces backing Lu Yan had actually managed to suppress a genuine Hidden Evil God. Even if the Undying King ranked among the weakest of the Hidden Evil Gods, he was still a being that had stepped…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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Lu Yan’s calm, almost arrogant demeanor, combined with his imposing figure seated atop the Golden Throne, completely detonated the already tense royal hall. After a brief moment of dead silence came an eruption of volcanic fury. "Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant beyond imagination!" a meticulously groomed old duke with a curled mustache trembled all over with rage, his face turning liver-purple. He pointed a shaking finger at Lu Yan, but was so furious he couldn’t even form a complete…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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Elizabeth stood quietly at the edge of the gathering, clad in her court gown with silver-white hair draped over her shoulders. Though she was close to the throne, there seemed to be an invisible chasm separating her from it. As a member of the royal family, she theoretically possessed the right to inherit the throne. But that remained only a theory. Reality was cold and cruel. None of the factions present had any intention of choosing her. The high nobles would never support her. The union she…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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As Lu Yan’s figure appeared inside the humble chapel, it was as if some invisible switch had been triggered. In the unseen realm, the divine Heavenly Court and Netherworld seemed to sense this critical moment. A stream of source power from the Netherworld's extraordinary path silently descended, crossing space and enveloping Anna’s soul that clung to the plaster statue. Anna had long met the conditions for advancement. It was only due to Lu Yan's seclusion that the source power of the Netherworld…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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Unlike the under-construction Netherworld Path that Lu Yan created from scratch, this newly born Yellow Springs Path was fundamentally a corrected version of the Path of the Dead. As one of the oldest extraordinary paths in the mysterious world, the Path of the Dead naturally had an enormous base of extraordinary followers scattered across the world. Even though Lu Yan had nearly wiped out the upper echelon of the Council of the Dead in the previous battle at the Grand Tomb, estimates still suggested…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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