From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"It's different..."

Chris stood tall above Nasir's skies.

He looked down upon the city that had restored its normality, many people bewildered, clueless about what had happened.

Unlike previous situations that increasingly shocked everyone, this time, only a handful of Monarch-Level or 5th Rank and above Extraordinary Exponents truly felt astonished.

Chris closed his eyes, feeling very clearly that his strength was different from before, a degree not easily quantified in simple terms.

In the city, the flow of everyone's life force was so clear, the activity of each soul precisely and clearly reflected in his mind.

When emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure changed, the soul would emit subtle Passive reactions, imperceptible to ordinary beings...

Simply put, in terms of numbers, the change from Seventh Tier to Eighth Tier was not a Transmutation, merely a fivefold increase. But in other aspects, Chris had undergone a complete transformation.

He could see and touch his own soul very clearly and startlingly found the soul different from before; it used to be pale blue, like the majority of beings.

After reaching the Eighth Tier, the soul emitted a light golden glow, and the continually diffusing Spirit Particle Force solidified the soul, ceaselessly optimizing and repairing it.

Damage on the soul level was usually extremely difficult to heal, and conventional methods were utterly useless, but at this tier, he already possessed the ability for self-healing.

His understanding of power became more intricate and precise; even what seemed a single unit of strength could now be employed as a dozen units without any risk of collateral damage.

If his original power was liquid, now it had finally turned into a very solid matter. Even if they bore the same weight, they possessed fundamentally different potencies.

Chris took a deep breath, for some reason, those frequently facing life and death and comprehending power tend to prefer deep breaths.

He gradually began to understand the essence of Extraordinary power, capable of integrating and improving the previous Power of Consecution, becoming stronger in all aspects.

Beyond these changes, ultimately, it was the "Funeral Bearer" Consecution that granted Chris the terrifying "Burier Breath."

With just the consumption of Spiritual Power to release this "Burier Breath" of Extraordinary power, he could instantly deprive ordinary beings around him of all their life force, killing them, and could even slaughter the beings of an entire city in a short time, not sparing the flora.

If he used great control to focus this "Burier Breath" on his enemies, then all Extraordinary Exponents below Apocalypse level would not last long, either succumbing to unconsciousness or death, all at Chris's whim.

Even those of Apocalypse rank, similar in strength to those at Eighth Tier, would be greatly affected.

Combined with powerful rune power and Destiny's Trajectory, Chris estimated one thing very carefully and confidently.

The number of people in the world who could rival him could be counted on one hand, just a few of the Apocalypse Middle Rank.

As for the Apocalypse who could theoretically defeat him with absolute certainty, the one vastly stronger than himself, there was no one except the God of War Emperor of the Seven Stars Empire.

As for the Monarch powerful experts, if they did not use multiple double-digit or even single-digit Forbidden rare artifacts, but solely relied on their own power, they could never defeat the truly powerful Apocalypse!

It was like unless they wielded formidable firearms, no number of children, no matter how many, could defeat a skilled soldier.

Furthermore, at this moment, Chris felt he could vaguely sense...

His breath was surrounding him nearby.

He slowly lifted his head.

Although he couldn't truly see it, he was finally certain of one thing: the great Lord of the Lost was always watching the Fischer family.

"Lord of the Lost, please protect her and the souls of the Fischer people."

Next, Chris would do what needed to be done.

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On the border of Vallere lay a vast plain etched into history, where about two hundred years ago, the Flame Tribe's Ten Great Families were utterly defeated by Horatio, the Iron Blood Marshal, not yet of Apocalypse rank, resulting in their being driven to the Eastern Continent and influenced in the shadows by the Lorne, splitting into four mutually hostile nations.

At this very moment, including the Lorne and other forces, numerous Monarch powerful experts shone like dazzling stars, each emitting heart-palpitating power fluctuations.

They donned various Alchemy Armor, wielded powerful Alchemical Weapons and Forbidden rare artifacts, their eyes ablaze with the desire to win.

The air was thick with the tense atmosphere of an impending storm, a great battle on the verge of erupting.

The Seven Stars Empire ultimately did not declare war on Cyart and the Fischer family, perhaps not wishing to stand on the same front as the Lorne citizens, or perhaps for other reasons. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Who knew what the most powerful Emperor was thinking?

"The Marshal's orders have come through, it's time for us to advance."

Horatio himself could not enter the Eastern Continent and thus remotely commanded the powerful army comprised of numerous Monarch powerful experts and a multitude of Extraordinary Exponents.

Among the nearly hundred Monarch powerful experts, there were genius Spellcasters adept at controlling Elements, fingertips dancing with the melody of Flames, Frost, and Storms; there were Extraordinary Exponents skilled in physical strength who could transform into giants, whose power in such a state could shake mountains and rivers; almost every individual was a top existence in their own domain, and their collective efforts could shake the entire continent's structure.