Chapter 3108: Chapter 638: Supreme Hera

"Cough, cough. Is everyone alright?"

The Thousand Mountains Immortal put away the shattered Legendary Wizard Tool and asked.

"We’re fine. How about you?"

"I can’t go on anymore, haha. At this age, lasting until now and exhausting another top-level powerhouse—I suppose I’ve died for a worthy cause... Farewell, everyone."

Mountains piled up, ten thousand peaks stood tall.

Vast plains, fertile earth, forests and snowy tundra.

Someone murmured:

"This is Midland..."

The Thousand Mountains Immortal was born in the Central Earth Realm.

Acclaimed at a young age, joined the Sorren Holy Tower.

He rose as swiftly as a bamboo breaking through, becoming a Legendary Wizard. The Demiplane [Palmed Middle Earth] was the miniature world he formed from the geomancy of the Midland Continent’s landscape.

As life slipped away, Midlands began to collapse.

There were no living beings in the demiplane; before this battle, the Thousand Mountains Immortal had moved all residents to Gondor City, governed by his descendant Lucian.

His lifespan was nearly exhausted. Prolonged combat, in the complexity of the battlefield, left little hope for survival. Thus, he deceived Triss; he truly harbored a death wish.

But as a legend, he must die magnificently. All men must die; his death weighed more than a thousand mountains and rivers! Legendary Wizard is not merely a realm’s title.

It is a heartfelt longing.

They are the radiant stars lighting the night sky of civilization!

They are the towering mountains of truth atop this era!

Primordial soul disintegrated, Witch Mark faded.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The shattered Mountain Range Staff turned into a streak of light, flying toward Nora. The warriors of Midland’s battle group looked on at the legendary passing, sorrowful yet singing.

"The king seated upon mountains, the wise one carrying virtue and earth!"

...

Nora Calendar, year 3532.

Alexander fell.

From the Deep Blue Sage, to the Dragon Flame God, Survivor of the Vast Sea, Mr. Silver, Mist Sky Guardian, and Thousand Mountains Immortal—one after another, the legends of the old era fell; few remained.

On the battlefield.

The battered true form of Emmon suddenly looked back.

A final silent sigh.

The Great Sun expanded, light and heat surging forth, driving away the Power of Disaster.

...

Days later.

Sorren Continent, Pharmacist Association.

Triss had just finished her experiment. She was studying a new medicine made from Nightmare Creatures, capable of restoring Spiritual Origin.

After this war, surely many wizards would be gravely wounded.

Traditional Recovery Potions were expensive, difficult to widespread, and these wizards could not be healed in time; at best, they’d fall from their realm, at worst, lose cultivation or even die.

This project was originally proposed and led by her teacher, the Thousand Mountains Immortal. Four-fifths of it was already completed.

Later, her teacher went to the battlefield, leaving it to her, the vice president.

Now, her cultivation was ever closer to Nine Rings Perfect.

She was confident she could finish the medicine within a hundred years.

When she opened the laboratory door, she found a staff covered in cracks hovering there. Majestic mountains upon it, earthy yellow aura swirling.

Triss felt something stir within her.

"Teacher..."

Taking up the staff, Triss gazed into the depths of darkness.

Until now, many stars had fallen, pulling at countless hearts, and this was already a scene from the cruelty of civil war, weakened several times over by Nora’s overwhelming might.

"I will definitely develop the Dream Returning Potion!"

Meanwhile.

Nightmare World.

The Dusk Army began advancing into the central Nightmare World, where remnants were more numerous, strong foes plentiful, progress slower than in the west.

Yet all were united, orderly and determined.

Lucian was here as well.

He sensed, of course, his father’s passing.

Sitting alone beneath a tree, he briefly recalled the past.

Moments later, he gathered himself and joined the battle.

Now, the Gondor Three Heroes had all temporarily exited the Nightmare World, heading for the Ancient Dragon Continent to seclude themselves and break through to the Nine Rings Perfect Realm. The legion needed every hand; none could slacken.

Parting is not farewell forever.

Today’s exit is for a brighter stage tomorrow.

Legend never falls!

...

Eight years later.

The site of Hera’s ascension.

That golden figure bathed in endless death’s breath.

Forty years passed; Hera arrived at the crucial turning point for her breakthrough.

Countless people watched, longing for her to shatter the deadlock!

The fighting on both sides grew more and more frenzied.

This was a level-10 group battle unseen in ten million years.

No matter how good your physical defense, how powerful your means, you might be struck by a sudden enemy, rhythm broken, plunged into peril—far more dangerous than small-scale war.

"Star River Sword!"

After forty years of fierce fighting, the sword intent of the Star Sky Sword Saint was ever stronger.

It was exhausted, never had it fought so desperately.

But its condition was incomparably good.

It sensed it was about to reach the legendary level-10 sword skill.

That was the Supreme Realm pioneered by the Sword Dao Ancestor!

Just one swing of this sword.

It could severely injure, even kill, the Black Heart Demon Lord before it!

Immersed in the world of swords, it did not notice.

Its flesh was already dried up, its bones shattered, its armor rusted, and its supreme treasure [Autumn Water] trembled with weeping.

Human strength has its Maximum, so too does supreme treasure.

After decades of high-intensity battles against top-level foes,

without maintenance, without honing, durability had already reached bottom.

Like a dried corpse, only the Star Sky Sword Saint’s eyes burned bright.

It gazed at the myriad stars; in the galaxy, a figure seemed to appear, practicing sword.

Learned the sword young, entrusted its emotions to the sword.

Its dream was to be the first Sword Saint beneath the starry sky!

Though never yet achieved.

The Dusk Hall Master was simply monstrous.

"So be it—then I’ll become the second Sword Saint beneath the stars!"

The Star Sky Sword Saint unleashed the last sword of its life—also its greatest sword.

This was the final Profound Meaning of the Starry Sky Sword Scripture!

"The galaxy becomes the sword!"

Sword Qi spanning a million miles surged forth, as if the heavenly river split the cosmos!

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