Gathering of Power House
Early in the morning, the sun shone. The sea of flas did not reduce. Instead, it beca stronger and had already spread to more than half of the Wasteland.
The crimson fire devoured mountain after mountain like a living beast. Thick black smoke rose endlessly into the sky, turning the heavens dim despite the sunlight of dawn. The sll of burning earth and scorched blood drifted across the wind, suffocating and heavy.
Countless creatures fled desperately through the ruined lands.
So beasts roared in fear.
Others simply vanished beneath the flas before they could even escape.
The once peaceful Land of Silence had completely transford into a battlefield from the ancient era.
On the other side, above The Smoke darke Lion, the sky was gloomy, like a sign of heavy rain. Lightning flashed frequently.
Dark thunderclouds swirled violently around its massive body as endless lightning poured downward like divine punishnt. Every roar from the beast shook the atmosphere itself.
anwhile—
Earth Kong held its gigantic iron rod and hamred the old earth spiky turtle like a god of war descended from heaven. Every strike carried overwhelming destructive force capable of flattening mountains.
Even while attacking the giant turtle, it still found opportunities to strike at the Inferno Swift Bird and The Smoke darke Lion.
Clearly—
None of these ancient beasts trusted each other.
Their alliance existed only because of the copper coffin.
Once the treasure appeared, they would instantly beco enemies again.
Boom!
The iron rod smashed downward once more.
The entire ground collapsed several hundred ters from the impact.
Rocks shattered.
Lava burst upward.
The old earth spiky turtle let out an ancient roar filled with fury. Golden runes flickered across its shell while endless earth mana surged around its gigantic body.
"Oh my god, what happened here?"
Outside the Land of Silence, the cultivators who had just arrived were completely stunned by the horrifying scene before them.
So stood frozen in place.
Others unconsciously swallowed hard.
The ground ahead was already in complete ruin.
Cracks stretched across the earth like scars left behind by the apocalypse itself. Several enormous mountains had already been flattened completely.
Ancient trees burned endlessly beneath the sea of flas.
The air trembled from the pressure of pinnacle beasts.
One young cultivator turned pale and muttered,
"This... is this really a battlefield humans can approach?"
Nobody answered him.
Because at this mont, even many older experts felt chills down their spines.
Suddenly—
A few beams of light flew over from the distant horizon.
The crowd imdiately turned toward the sky.
An old man wearing a white cultivation robe slowly descended from the heavens.
His expression was calm.
His aura was immortal-like.
Though he appeared gentle and kind, the mana fluctuations around him were unbelievably deep.
The mont he appeared, countless cultivators instantly recognized him.
"Isn’t that the First Elder of the Soft water Divine sect?"
"D*mn, why is this powerhouse attracted here?"
"No wonder... even he ca personally?"
For a mont, the surroundings erupted into heated discussion.
The arrival of such an influential figure instantly caused the atmosphere to rise another level.
The old man ignored the noise around him.
His sharp eyes silently observed the burning battlefield ahead.
This person was Hektor.
The First Elder of the Soft water Divine sect.
A terrifying powerhouse who had rarely stepped outside his sect for over a hundred years.
His status within the Forsaken domain was extrely high.
Many younger cultivators only knew his na from legends.
Yet now—
He had personally arrived.
Hektor narrowed his eyes slightly while observing the distant battlefield.
Even with his experience, the current scene shocked him slightly.
Three pinnacle beasts...
And that old turtle...
Things had truly beco troubleso.
However, compared to the battlefield itself, he seed more concerned about sothing else.
Or rather—
Soone else.
At that mont, another few rays of light flashed through the sky.
A second group arrived.
The crowd instantly beca restless again.
"Isn’t that... Cultivator Tobias?"
"Another major figure?"
"Today’s gathering is becoming terrifying..."
The one leading the group wore dark blue robes embroidered with golden clouds. His aura was vast and heavy like an endless ocean.
This was Tobias.
A famous powerhouse of the Forsaken domain .
The mont he landed, he imdiately noticed Hektor nearby.
His brows lifted slightly in surprise.
"Haha, Fellow Cultivator Hektor, what brings you here today?"
Tobias greeted politely with a faint smile.
The two stood facing each other calmly while terrifying mana pressure silently spread around them.
Neither side intended hostility.
Still—
The pressure from two top experts standing together made nearby cultivators instinctively retreat.
Hektor stroked his beard lightly and replied calmly,
"Fellow Cultivator, why ask when you already know the answer..."
Tobias smiled knowingly.
Of course he understood.
In this world, there was only one person capable of making Hektor personally leave the Soft water Divine sect.
Fairy Fiona.
The future successor of the Soft water Divine sect.
Her safety concerned the future destiny of the entire sect.
Hektor himself rarely cared about worldly affairs.
But regarding Fiona—
That was different.
Clearly, news of the chaos within the Land of Silence had reached him. Fearing Fiona might encounter danger, he had hurried over personally.
Tobias sighed softly in his heart.
"So even the old monster couldn’t sit still anymore..."
He glanced toward the battlefield again.
To be honest, even he had not expected the situation here to escalate to such a degree.
Ancient beasts.
Mysterious treasures.
Pinnacle-level battles.
And now—
Experts from various factions were beginning to gather.
The Land of Silence was rapidly becoming the center of the Forsaken domain .
The two exchanged brief pleasantries before preparing to enter the battlefield area together.
However—
Just as they were about to move—
Several more rays of light suddenly descended from afar.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Even Hektor and Tobias paused slightly.
Both stared toward the incoming figures with visible surprise in their eyes.
The leading old man wore gray robes covered in strange ancient patterns. His white hair danced wildly in the wind while his eyes carried an unusually profound light.
The aura surrounding him felt mysterious.
Unfathomable.
As though he could peer through heaven’s secrets themselves.
The mont Tobias saw him clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.
"Hmm... Dario?"
His voice carried genuine surprise.
Even Hektor frowned slightly upon recognizing the newcor.
Clearly—
Neither had expected this person to appear here.
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