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The turbid waters of the Yellow Springs spanned the illusory dimensions, seemingly reflecting the rise and fall of the Seven Nations, threading through the entire course of the era. And as that invitation from the Yellow Springs concluded, the six Angel Kings departed. The briefly descending myth returned to the haze of history between the real and the unreal. Only the lingering chill from the Other Shore within the mysterious world remained to prove its descent had ever occurred. Aside from the…-
3.5 M • Ongoing
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Silence enveloped the ruined ancestral hall, so deep and absolute that even time seemed to lose its meaning within it. Only when the brilliant yet annihilating sword light vanished—like it had never appeared at all—did the remaining six Angel Kings jolt awake, as if recovering from a momentary blackout. Their expressions carried a faint trace of confusion as they slowly regained clarity. Their thoughts lingered on the moment just before that eternal sword descended. There was a minuscule…
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The seven Angel Kings scrutinized the dilapidated temple, their gazes finally converging on the figure seated cross-legged on the cushion beneath the offering platform. None of them spoke. Each chose a still-intact cushion and quietly sat down. Yet, in the act of sitting, and in the way they looked at Lu Yan, there was an involuntary trace of inexplicable caution. This pressure—born not from the magnificence of golden palaces or divine sanctity, but from the surrounding atmosphere and the Daoist…
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Lu Yan’s action seemed simple, but in truth, it carried a profound interference with strange rules and even causality at the highest level. He knew very well that the platinum invitation thrown out by the Seven Great Orthodox Churches was far from an ordinary one. At its core was a rule at least equivalent to a Zero-Rank Sealed Item, layered with the power of the seven Archangels—a blatant stratagem laid bare for all to see. To accept the invitation? That would be no different than stepping…
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In the depths of the royal palace in Orank, within a secluded chamber prepared exclusively for Lu Yan. The air still retained a trace of chaotic Dao resonance from a recent ascension, faintly revealing the illusory image of an Imperial Aspect that fused the order of the Divine Court with the pollution of the Old Ones. Even a mere lingering wisp of that aura distorted time and space within the chamber, twisting causality itself and rendering any form of deduction impossible. At the center of the…
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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…
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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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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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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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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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