Because the battle was too fierce, the speed of automatic space repair could no longer keep pace with destruction.

Crack—crack—crack.

The night sky itself seemed to fracture.

Dark gray space turbulence rolled endlessly, flickering like dying embers. Vast sections of space shattered into fragments, resembling a gigantic mirror riddled with spiderweb cracks.

Each collision of Supreme-level power tore reality apart, only for the heavens to desperately stitch it back together moments later.

…

An Immortal Boat tore through the clouds.

At its bow stood Ethan, arms folded, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Beside him were Atlas Ashmount, Magnus, and Zeon. From afar, flashes of violent light erupted unceasingly.

That direction—

Noble Sun City.

The spiritual energy there was in utter chaos. Dozens of different Supreme-level auras collided, intertwined, devoured, and annihilated one another, forming a storm so dense it distorted vision itself.

"What a fierce battle," Atlas said gravely.

"The war in Noble Sun City has already reached its peak."

"No more delays," Ethan replied flatly.

He stepped forward.

The Immortal Boat vanished in a flash of light.

Boom!

Divine power surged violently from Ethan's body. Vast phoenix wings unfurled behind him, blazing with crimson-gold radiance as ancient runes ignited one after another along their edges.

"I'm going ahead."

"Let's go!" Magnus and Zeon roared, immediately unleashing their fastest movement techniques.

"Disciple," Atlas said solemnly, "observe from outside the city. Do not approach recklessly."

With that, Atlas transformed into a bolt of lightning and followed.

Four streaks of light pierced the shattered night sky like falling stars.

moments later—

They arrived above Noble Sun City.

The battlefield below had already entered a white-hot stage.

Shockwaves tore across the city, pulverizing what little remained of buildings and formations. Even Supreme experts were forced back repeatedly, blood staining the air.

The resilience of the Blood Marquis and his group far exceeded the expectations of the Vernal Clan.

Yet even so, the numerical gap was merciless.

The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets alliance still held absolute superiority—more people, full stamina, unbroken momentum.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several deafening impacts rang out.

The Blood Marquis, Callum, Mira, Latham, and Uga were blasted backward simultaneously, streaking through the air before forcibly stabilizing themselves.

"Hah…" Mira exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling sharply.

"There are still too many of them."

"It's fine," the Blood Marquis replied calmly, though his breathing was no longer perfectly steady.

"Ethan should be here soon. Hold a little longer."

Above them, Malrik stood tall, looking down with cold contempt.

"You are indeed stubborn," he said indifferently.

"But that's as far as you go."

"Everyone," Arza said sharply, "stop holding back."

The Supremes of the alliance nodded grimly.

Killing moves began to condense.

At that moment—

A cold voice descended from above.

"Everyone," the voice said calmly, "this ends here."

The entire battlefield froze.

Malrik and the others instinctively looked up.

Four figures stood in the night sky.

The one at the forefront—

Black hair dancing wildly, phoenix wings spanning the heavens, divine light surging like an endless tide.

"Who goes there?!" Malrik shouted.

The answer was a snort of disdain.

"Hmph."

"The Boundless Moon-Severing Scythe—Silver Blade Sky-Severing Slash!"

The words fell like a death sentence.

In that instant, a scalp-numbing aura swept across the battlefield. It was savage, tyrannical, and carried an indescribable majesty—an aura that eclipsed even Upper Supremes.

Fear spread uncontrollably.

"This pressure…!"

"Divine power—this is divine power!"

"The aura of an Ultimate Supreme?!"

Malrik's pupils shrank violently.

"Who is it?!"

A calm voice answered, reverberating through heaven and earth.

"Blood Tavern. Ethan."

The moment Ethan spoke—

The Boundless Intent World erupted.

Invisible power surged outward, swallowing everything in its path. In the blink of an eye, all members of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets alliance were dragged into another space.

Reality inverted.

When they regained their senses, the world had changed.

Pitch-black emptiness stretched endlessly. A faint glow illuminated the void—and beneath their feet, an enormous Eight Trigrams diagram rotated slowly, radiating ancient, oppressive power.

Boom!

A crushing pressure descended like an ancient beast awakening.

Buzz—!

A deafening ringing filled their ears.

Faces drained of color.

Some Supremes trembled uncontrollably.

"What terrifying suppression!"

"My spiritual energy—it's barely flowing!"

"My soul power and mental energy are slowing down!"

"What level of Intent World is this?!"

Enzo Vernal's expression turned ashen.

"Ultimate Supreme…?!" he hissed.

"Ethan was only at Seventh-Turn Nirvana back then. It's only been ten years! How could he—?!"

"This is impossible!" Drake Supreme roared, eyes bloodshot.

"There's no time to think!" Arza shouted sharply. "Use your trump cards—now!"

Her heart pounded violently.

Because she sensed it—

A sword intent was rising.

An intent so sharp it pierced the soul.

An intent that surpassed even the Blood Marquis.

The blood sword of the Blood Marquis was feared across Skyreach Territory, unmatched among Supremes.

Yet Ethan's sword intent—

It was on an entirely different level.

"It's coming!" Arza warned, her face pale as she hastily formed seals. Holy-grade techniques surged, divine patterns flashing across her palms.

Malrik gritted his teeth and bit through the tip of his tongue.

A drop of blood splashed onto his palm.

Buzz—

An ancient, half-intact turtle shell emerged, covered in incomprehensible runes.

An incomplete artifact.

Defensive.

Sealing.

His final trump card.

Though incomplete, and though his power had not fully transformed into divine power—

It was enough.

Enough to block an Ultimate Supreme, he thought.

"Malrik!" Enzo Vernal roared in fury.

"Your Pavilion's intelligence was wrong! Ethan has already fully transformed his power into divine power—his combat strength is that of an Ultimate Supreme!"

If he had known this—

He would never have come.

Never allied himself with Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

Bram deserved his death.

Provoking such a monster—

That was courting annihilation.

But regret was meaningless now.

There was no room left for reconciliation.

"Old thing," Malrik snarled, "it's too late for that!"

He raised the turtle shell high.

"I'll block him first. Then the three of us will use its sealing power to suppress Ethan!"

"As long as we capture him," Malrik roared, "everything will still turn in our favor!"

The roar jolted Enzo Vernal back to clarity.

Malrik was right.

If they failed tonight—

With Ethan's talent, given decades of seclusion and the divine weapon—

The Vernal Dawn royal family and Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets would be erased from history.

Within the Boundless Intent World, Ethan stepped forward slowly.

His gaze was cold.

His intent climbed higher and higher, cutting through darkness itself.

"I, Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasure Pavilion have never provoked any of you."

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