Aurelius had originally believed that only by stepping into the Realm of Transcendence could one gain the power necessary to completely erase the Primordial Kings.

But once again, he had vastly underestimated Caelum.

He had never imagined the young man would become this terrifying.

Within the Sea of Transcendence itself, Caelum had cultivated his strength to a level that surpassed The Infinite Realms.

Such an ultimate expression of power was truly unprecedented.

Even the First Worldbreaker Physique had never possessed strength of this magnitude.

It had never existed before.

And likely never would again.

Even Caelum himself had underestimated what he would become.

Back then, he had thought that once he possessed the power to destroy a Great World, he would ascend to The Infinite Realms.

Now...

Destroying a Great World was trivial.

He possessed the power to shatter The Infinite Realms themselves.

Aurelius asked, "When do you plan to ascend?"

"No rush."

Caelum replied, "The arrangements I’ve made in the Celestial Arc Realm haven’t fulfilled their purpose yet. Once that matter is settled, I’ll head to The Infinite Realms and finally settle things with the Primordial Kings."

"That makes sense."

Aurelius nodded.

He knew the scope of Caelum’s plans.

Abandoning them now would be foolish.

With nothing else to do in the Sea of Transcendence, Aurelius spent much of his time watching the River of Time.

As a result, he understood Caelum’s schemes perfectly.

Caelum’s sights were set on events ten thousand ages in the future.

Returning from the Sea of Transcendence, Caelum arrived once more at Skyreach Monastery.

Without realizing it, three hundred years had passed.

Very little had changed.

The attendant was still there.

The only difference was the absence of Wyrmvine and the others.

"Heir Apparent!"

The attendant stepped forward.

"Wyrmvine and the others have gone out into the world to gain experience."

"I know."

With their talent, three hundred years was more than enough time for them to reach the Immortal Realm.

They were likely competing against people like Lady Moonveil and Torin by now.

For cultivators, three hundred years was insignificant.

A single period of secluded cultivation could easily last longer.

But for Caelum, those three centuries had been enough for his disciples to grow up.

The people who had once competed against him were now competing against his disciples.

There was something oddly satisfying about that.

Clang!

A supreme sword aura tore through the clouds.

Its ancient, boundless intent seemed capable of severing all things.

An invisible sword strike descended from beyond the heavens.

Its edge was frighteningly sharp.

This was the might of the Immortal Realm.

Torin’s expression was grave as he fought fiercely against his opponent.

No matter how powerful his sword aura or Sword Intent became, the young man before him always dissolved it into nothingness.

The ability was simply absurd.

Because of that strange power, Torin had been unable to gain the upper hand.

Instead, the longer the fight continued, the more alarmed he became.

Before long, he was completely suppressed.

Quite a few spectators had gathered.

Lady Moonveil.

Vaelor.

Alex.

And Moonchaser.

Three hundred years had transformed her from a mischievous little girl into a graceful young woman.

Though her appearance had matured, traces of her younger self could still be seen.

Vaelor observed quietly.

"Torin is about to lose."

"What kind of Divine Power is that?"

Lady Moonveil frowned.

"I’ve never heard of any Divine Power capable of nullifying every attack. It’s completely unreasonable."

In truth, the ability was not nullification.

It was annihilation.

Alex glanced toward Moonchaser, his eyes filled with caution.

If even her junior brother was this powerful, how strong was she?

What kind of sect had produced these two?

During another exchange, Torin’s sword aura was once again erased.

His deadly sword techniques were proving completely ineffective.

The fight felt suffocating.

"I concede!"

Unable to endure any longer, he finally gave up.

With a frustrated expression, he asked,

"Fellow Daoist, could you at least tell me which sect you’re from so I can lose with some peace of mind?"

"Hahaha!"

Victorious, his opponent laughed loudly.

Hands on his hips, he looked extremely pleased with himself.

Then he revealed his true appearance.

It was none other than Cloudvault.

Putting on a lofty tone, he proudly announced the alias he had adopted while traveling the world.

"This great master changes neither name nor identity. I belong to no sect and no faction. My name is Swordformless!"

"Swordformless?"

Everyone froze.

None of them had ever heard that name before.

As for the claim that he belonged to no sect, nobody believed it.

At the very least, he must have inherited some powerful lineage.

And if his master could teach a junior brother like this, then his senior sister certainly couldn’t be ordinary either.

Only Vaelor reacted differently.

The moment he heard the name Swordformless, his pupils contracted sharply.

He stood frozen for a moment.

Then he immediately transformed into a streak of light and appeared before Cloudvault.

His expression had become extraordinarily serious.

"What did you say your name was?"

Sensing something wrong, Cloudvault frowned and quietly prepared himself.

At any moment, he was ready to fight.

"My name is Swordformless. Is there a problem?"

"Then it’s you!"

Thunder erupted around Vaelor.

A mysterious ancient wheel suddenly appeared behind him.

The power of countless reincarnations descended upon his body.

Without hesitation, he reached out with a palm strike, attempting to seize Cloudvault.

"What?"

The sudden attack shocked everyone present.

None of them understood why Vaelor had attacked.

Nor did they understand who Vaelor truly was.

The power of reincarnation swept across heaven and earth.

At this moment, the strength he displayed was enough to rival an immortal.

Lady Moonveil and Torin had both witnessed the great battle within the forbidden land.

They were intimately familiar with this sort of overwhelming pressure.

"An immortal?"

Neither had expected Vaelor to possess immortal-level power.

Cloudvault’s expression changed dramatically.

He knew Vaelor was a Fallen Immortal.

What he didn’t understand was why the man had suddenly attacked him.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his innate Divine Power.

The pressure surrounding him was instantly annihilated.

He escaped Vaelor’s grasp with ease.

Vaelor looked genuinely surprised.

"As expected of the source of the Imperial Calamity."

"Just because you’re an immortal doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you!"

Cloudvault exploded in anger.

Being attacked out of nowhere was more than he could tolerate.

He had never been known for patience.

Immediately, he retaliated with his innate Divine Power.

Buzz!

The power of annihilation swept forward.

The wheel behind Vaelor blazed with radiance.

His strength surged to the absolute limit of the Immortal Realm.

Yet before he could attack, he abruptly retreated.

Whoosh!

A stream of moonlit immortal radiance swept through the air.

The attack carried the aura of passing ages.

Even Vaelor refused to come into contact with it.

The ambush had failed.

Moonchaser did not seem disappointed.

After all, her target was an immortal.

How could someone like her, merely an Immortal Realm Ascendant, expect to catch him off guard so easily?

"Senior Sister, let’s beat him up together!"

Cloudvault shouted.

Annihilation.

Time.

Both were Divine Powers that defied the natural laws of heaven and earth.

Vaelor’s expression stiffened.

A new possibility suddenly formed in his mind.

He turned toward Moonchaser and demanded,

"Are you called Zahra?"

Moonchaser remained silent.

She had no idea why hearing Cloudvault’s alias had caused Vaelor to attack.

Since she knew something was clearly wrong, she had no intention of sharing information with him.

However...

Moonchaser was merely her Dao title. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The name she used while traveling the world really was Zahra.