But the Silverpeak Seer was still not satisfied. He seed to have been dormant for two years, but after those two years, his actions were the ’Spread of Fifth-Level Bloodline’ and the ’Ashen War’. Ian Silverpeak directly defeated the veteran Fifth-Level powerhouse Ashen King, gaining his territory, and beca the rightful ruler of the Lower Fla Domain, becoming a true mber of the major powers of Terra, rather than just a duke of the past.
But this was not the end—there was no ti to stop for the death of the Ashen King. The Seer swiftly acted, seizing the ’Realm of Light’ power that had been dormant in the Tranquil Sea for thousands of years, yet no one could uncover the truth.
The Tranquil Sea is an open sea, and the Realm of Light is a free labyrinth. Whoever obtains the core treasure of the labyrinth can theoretically own it.
But this series of events happened like a barrage of blows, smashing hard on the faces of the leaders of the Tara Confederation, leaving them bewildered and incredulous.
——Is the Fifth-Level Seer truly this formidable?
The history of the Terra Era isn’t long, less than eight hundred years, and during these eight hundred years, there has never been a Seer as powerful as this. Moreover, now no one believes Ian is rely a Crisis Seer; his capabilities cannot even be described as Seer-like. It’s as if he has aggressively read a book called ’Future’, and there is no other explanation—even the legacy of Inega II cannot be this absurd.
And now, he has swiftly arrived at Falling Star City, and his target is evident—it is the ’Light Elent Furnace’.
At this point, even a fool would know Ian Silverpeak is about to accomplish sothing significant again. His montum, publicity, and fa are skyrocketing like a reservoir on a rainy day, and no one can determine when this reservoir will breach, transforming into a mighty force that will crush them all.
So...
An invisible pressure strikes the ferocious dark star at the apex of the Firmant, causing Timothael’s actions to shield Falling Star City to falter.
Yet... He is not worried in the slightest.
Because a grand wind spanned thousands of miles, surging from Canaan Moore, transford into an unstoppable torrent, extinguishing the pressure assaulting Falling Star City.
[Eternal Wind · Lord Takagi], Averlyn Qingye steps in. Though she says not a word, her stance is crystal clear.
Not only that, but the theoretically vacant Silverpeak Domain, with its Lord departed, also rises with clouds of deathly silence and calmness... As if originating from the infernal core, the mist of Hell’s Moon, which causes the Multitude of Souls to lose their way, encircles the core area of Silver Peak Domain, blocking out other prying gazes.
[Deceased Monarch · Hell’s Moon] Splitt Solin’s appearance alone is evidence enough of whose backup he is.
The Fifth-Level stand off.
The roaring wind sweeps the world; the summit of the Holy Mountain glows with pure white Spirit Energy, and the Dark Mountain Range echoes with roaring cries.
For a mont, everyone on the Terra Continent, all intelligent life, and even all magical beasts and wild beasts, plants and insects, slowed their breathing.
A destructive sense of danger, a death forewarning, the fear of the annihilation of nations and civilizations, and the shudder of all things returning to nihility appeared in the hearts of all beings before the Fifth-Level confrontations.
——Is a battle going to start? After all, relying solely on the Perpetual Engine Declaration, it’s impossible to constrain these Monarchs and Overlords...
But that is not the case.
Timothael knows that the fact is otherwise.
This is not battle; this is the prelude to battle.
Now. At this very mont.
He... No, everyone on this continent.
Must prepare to choose a side.
...
Light Elent Furnace.
Ian stands in front of the Silver Sea, his figure unmoving, only the Aether flow within the furnace causing his coat hem to flutter, sparking with fire.
"I see, no wonder you were eager to bring here."
After a long pause, his voice slowly erges: "Your Majesty, the Empress, have you seen it? Am I actually an echo resonating in endless parallel tilines?"
[Such speculation is too insane, even for , even for the Fae, it cannot be asserted]
The Fairy Queen smiles, her smile exceedingly bright, but no one would consider a being who has survived for unknown tens of thousands of years, died and revived five tis, and ascended to the Fifth-Level with her own power, imprinting her immortal marks onto the Aether, as just a naive and blindly optimistic fairy: [But I am aware of the eternal paths, the nature of the Light Elent Furnace transcending ti and space, the Seer’s abilities, and your countless overly accurate decisions... Although there are many other doubts, this does not hinder our relationship]
[But also don’t worry, Ian, your aura of transcending life and death is too strong. Only I, and perhaps Huai Guang, can perceive it]
She says sincerely: [And I don’t care whether you are an echo or so other existence—at least, in this space-ti, at this very mont, a part of you belongs to us fae]
[We mutually need, help, and can support each other... to reach a farther future]
Ian doesn’t imdiately reply, and the silence amidst the roar of the Light Elent Furnace’s operation continues for a while. The Seer lifts his head, also showing a smile: "This feeling is quite nice too—never thought I would even drop this facade. Your Majesty, the Empress, you indeed are the strongest native creature in Terra’s history!"
[Of course!] The Empress hums and then urges: [Now let’s skip this topic. What is the nature of the Light Elent Furnace’s infinite energy? Although I created it, more of it is the Heavenly Father’s power. I know what it is, but not the reason why]
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