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The Void has destroyed all living beings, yet it carries countless dimensions.
In the dimension adjacent to the Azure Forest Sea on the Wagodeas Continent, a Great Scholar once said, "No one has seen the true face of the world; all secrets are hidden in the boundless Void." This was the perspective shared by the Great Scholar after observing the movement of the Void, which sparked a wave of "Void Frenzy." Countless young cultivators yearned to step out of this world and explore the truth of existence.
Unfortunately, before the first cultivator could enter the Void, the Azure Forest Sea dimension was obliterated.
Still, it was the Void. This vast expanse of darkness only revealed light near certain dimensions, but in a mysterious area, there existed a different kind of darkness. Indeed, this region seemed to have eliminated all dimensions; no intense light could reach here... However, upon closer inspection, it became evident that it was not that dimensions could not enter this place, but rather that those arriving had turned into floating ruins scattered throughout.
In the depths of extreme darkness, something could be faintly seen writhing.
"Boss, I smell something unpleasant! Just like before!"
"It might be some unregistered dimensional power... Hmm, all unknown powers are enemies of Eternity! Have you found the Coordinates?"
"Very strange... The Coordinates come from the Ancient Dimension!"
"Godeas? Hmm... this complicates things! Let those lazy Abominations scout ahead!"
"Glad to serve you, my Eternal Master!"
...
As the last clattering sound faded away, the crystal shattered completely.
Black Tempest gradually faded away, and everyone’s eyes trembled as they gazed at the scene before them, feeling as if they were in a dream.
It was hard to imagine that the Pain Crystal, crafted by the hands of the Seventh Ancestor and regarded as a divine treasure by the Revernon Clan, had been shattered into pieces! And all of this was caused by a mere Second Rank warrior!
“Thud.” Somaroth collapsed to the ground, sweat streaming down the wrinkles of his face, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
In his relentless attempt to push Garen to his limits, not only did he fail, but he also lost a clan treasure! Somaroth felt as if he had returned to his childhood, waiting in fear for punishment from his elders whenever he made a mistake. Though this analogy seemed somewhat ridiculous, it was the truest reflection of Somaroth’s inner feelings.
His hands trembled; no, it wasn’t just his hands—his arms and even his entire body shook uncontrollably.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine…
How would the Seventh Ancestor punish him?
“Whoosh!” At that moment, the dark winds of the Gladiatorial Arena were swept away, and a deep purple cloak descended, transforming into a Purple Robed Elder.
Thud!
Somaroth felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his heart sinking to the depths.
The purple robe resembled a grand overcoat, and beneath it, the elder wore a black formal suit, looking like an elegant old gentleman. However, when that plain gaze swept across the crowd, the prominent figures in the stands quickly knelt down in fear and trepidation.
Only Mokfan and Su Ye remained unresponsive, but this was clearly permitted by the elder. After a swift glance over them, his gaze shifted closer.
At this point, the identity of the Purple Robed Elder was no longer a secret.
He was none other than the current ruler of the Thirteen Clans, revered by the bloodline as a deity—the Seventh Ancestor!
Rebia.Reverno!
His gaze finally settled on the magic circle. The red patterns had faded, yet Lion's Eye remained suspended, his limbs hanging limply, his waist arched in a bow shape... Blood continued to drip down, but Lion's Eye showed no signs of life; his eyes were rolled back, revealing only the whites, while his fingers twitched sporadically...
With Rebia's abilities, it was almost immediately clear that Lion's Eye was not dead, but he was suffering more than death itself.
His soul had already shattered.
Even Rebia was somewhat taken aback. Although he had been closely monitoring the situation and witnessed Lion's Eye's defeat in its entirety, he still did not expect that Lion's Eye's soul would be in such a state! Rebia could almost see that Lion's Eye's soul was riddled with holes, rapidly dissipating...
Was this what it meant to surpass the 5.0 Pain Scale?
Rebia glanced at the Crystal Fragment on the ground. Although he had personally crafted the Pain Crystal, only he knew that during its creation, he had encountered a particularly troublesome problem. To resolve it, Rebia had to turn his gaze toward the void.
After all, condensing a lifetime of pain meant it would be tied to time. Even with Rebia's direct involvement, it could not be easily accomplished, let alone relying on some manufactured item.
After a long search, Rebia found satisfactory components in the void. Once he incorporated them all, he achieved the later version of the Pain Crystal.
However, due to the uniqueness of the void, those components were remnants from the Ancient Dimension. Unless the first Second Ancestor were to be resurrected, no one in this world could fully decipher them—not even Rebia himself.
Because of those components' inclusion, the Pain Crystal was nearly comparable to half of a supreme treasure.
But now, the Pain Crystal had shattered.
This also meant that those components from the void could not withstand the energy from earlier...
All of this happened because of a mere Second-Stage Warrior!
Rebia looked up and found that the warrior was also staring at him.
Although he appeared somewhat disheveled, clearly tormented by a pain index of 4.7, there was no hint of emotion in his eyes. Rebia could tell that the other party already knew who he was, yet even so, he could not find a trace of fear in those eyes.
This is getting more and more interesting...
From his earlier observations, Rebia had decided to cultivate this Second-Stage Warrior into a monster comparable to Mokvand, but now he had changed his mind.
Instead of nurturing him to bear this mysterious power... why not let Rebia decipher it himself?
Although he could not yet determine the limits of the other’s willpower and Pain Scale, Rebia was not like Somaroth, that stubborn old fool; in his eyes, infinity was also a kind of limit.
To Rebia, Garen resembled a delicious and tempting fruit.
"You, come with me," Rebia said flatly.
The moment the words fell, Garen felt as if he were enveloped by some special force, as if the other’s gaze pierced right through him... In the next moment, an inexplicable impulse surged within him, compelling Garen to walk toward Rebia.
Garen's expression grew serious; after all, the person standing before him was no ordinary blood clan member but the legendary Seventh Ancestor! Comparable to Philip the Great of the Holy Empire!
If he truly fell into the hands of this individual, it would be no good for Garen, regardless of whether the intentions were benevolent or malevolent!
At that moment, Rebia suddenly snorted coldly.
"This place does not welcome unfamiliar guests. Leave!"
At the same time, the sense of restraint that had enveloped Garen vanished instantly!
"Do you know who you are provoking?" Rebia still wore that calm expression as she looked up at the sky.
Above her, the once clear blue expanse had gathered into a vast mass of light gray clouds, dense and seemingly endless!
Suddenly, Rebia vanished!
The Gladiatorial Arena fell into a deathly silence, everyone exchanging glances, reading surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
The Seventh Ancestor had appeared on Starsea Island; this was definitely not a trivial matter! Yet at this critical moment, could any other races dare to invade?
Unfortunately, the clouds above remained still, showing no signs of disturbance.
It wasn't until five minutes later that the outcome was finally revealed.
"Boom!"
A shadow was struck down to the ground!
Rebia was drenched in blood, her arms brutally torn apart!
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