From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"Fischer..."

An elderly spellcaster draped in a profound blue robe stood majestically, shining like the brightest star, isolating all the hustle around him.

His robe was a blue almost as deep as the midnight ocean, profound and mysterious, swaying gently even without any wind as if it held endless magic power.

His eyes, like two everlasting springs, twinkled with wisdom and the light of insight.

"Huh, an old man who looks rather dull has arrived," Hecate narrowed her eyes; his presence wasn't foretold in her prophecies.

Darren's expression immediately became stiff, for this elder was the legendary spellcaster with the most extensive knowledge of the Extraordinary Bequest, the strongest man among the Six Ancient Libraries, mastering nearly all the magical knowledge of the world, from ancient spells to lost secret techniques.

Merely with his profound understanding and power over magic, the curator of the Sapphire Library could turn the tides of any battle.

Under immense pressure, Darren finally couldn't help but reveal an almost exaggerated smile, nervously saying, "Ha, a very terrifying person has come. However, this lizard's transmission of such a formidable person must have consumed quite a bit of spiritual power, right?"
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The situation instantly reversed.

Even though the strength of Ether Dragon was among the strongest in the Lower Level of Apocalypse, with Chris's power, he shouldn't be at a disadvantage—indeed, he might have a great chance of winning.

Yet, Ether Dragon's "Space Summoning" left Darren somewhat astonished.

Chris remained silent, showing no sign of nervousness or fear.

"Curator."

The old man gazed at Chris and others. He first softly chanted an ancient protection spell, weaving an invisible shield around himself where virtually all attacks would vanish upon contact.

Then, with a slight movement of his fingers, streaks of brilliant blue light tore through the night sky, turning into icicles, fireballs, and even lightning storms, striking the Fischer family members with precise accuracy.

That barrage was powerful enough to effortlessly destroy an army.

The most shocking part was when he opened a portal to anotherworld and summoned ancient elemental creatures to boost his fighting prowess.

Dozens of Elemental Lords roared out, each possessing the powerful strength of a Monarch Level!

The members of the Fischer family immediately responded, with Chris naturally leading the charge; without him, even this mere probing would have resulted in casualties amongst the others and the dragon.

"Excellent! Let us together exterminate these heretics who serve the End!"

Joy gleamed in the eyes of Ether Dragon. The Sapphire Library's curator was even more potent than himself, and with the cooperation of two beings from the Apocalypse, they could exhibit far more power than a single one could.

However, just then, the Sapphire Curator suddenly lifted his head to look at the dome, his gaze seemingly piercing through it, staring at the black light that hung high in the Spirit Realm.

"Fischer... The End... The End... It is not yet time..."

The Sapphire Curator murmured to himself, suddenly speaking in a tone neither sad nor joyful:

"Fischer, servants of the End... I didn't expect to encounter you here, though the prophecy's time has not yet come. Maybe fate has a ripple in its flow."

"No matter."

With a deep, commanding chant, the Sapphire Curator slowly raised the magic wand in his hand—a wand carved from millennium-old wood, topped with a dazzling sapphire, encasing starry constellations, and accumulating endless energy.

As the wand waved, the surrounding air began to tremble violently. Blue magic power surged out of him like a tide, quickly spreading across the entire battlefield.

"Old friend, I didn't expect you to summon me here... Unfortunately, I'm truly sorry, but I am not ready to face the End just yet. The prophecy spell tells me that victory isn't mine today."

"All of this is the choice of fate."

Just as everyone thought the old man was about to release his formidable power, an unexpected event occurred: after speaking those words, the curator of the Sapphire Library simply vanished, disappearing without a trace from the Spirit Realm!

Karl paused slightly; he had been prepared to bring down a Divine Envoy, using the life of many devout followers to try and eliminate the old man directly, yet hadn't expected his opponent to have such foresight to quickly leave the battlefield.

Now, with the number of devout followers skyrocketing, reaching thousands, using just a few millennia of life was sufficient to influence a being of the Apocalypse Level.

Thus, revealing the secret about Dawn Church and himself was undoubtedly the right choice.

Ether Dragon remained silent for a long moment, understanding what those words truly meant, and realizing why his far more powerful old friend had suddenly fled.

In his eyes, his own death today was inevitable.

Perhaps the Sapphire Curator used the prophecy spell to foresee some matters in advance.

Destiny?

"Hahahahaha!"

Following a moment of silence, the Ether Dragon burst into wild laughter.

"Servants of the End, if you wish to take my life, come forth! I will not bow to you or to destiny; instead, I will bring you destruction!"

Karl thought for a moment—if it was just fighting the Ether Dragon alone, he wouldn't need to use those two trump cards.

Chris Fischer alone was enough.

With a flash that almost defied the laws of physics, Chris instantly appeared above the Ether Dragon, his white skeletal hand transforming into a bolt of silver lightning, aiming directly at the dragon's head.

The Ether Dragon manipulated space at will—twisting, folding, even tearing it apart, and could speed up or slow down the surrounding flow of time, making itself appear as swift as lightning to its enemies while, in its own eyes, its opponents' movements seemed slow and clumsy, as if mired in a swamp.

In critical moments, it could even briefly rewind time to undo an unfavorable moment—like avoiding a lethal strike or rearranging the battlefield setup.

A more formidable ability was that the Ether Dragon could locally or globally pause time, creating an absolutely still space for itself; in this space, it could move freely while everything external appeared as if frozen in a painting.

However, Chris's reactions were beyond imagination; it was as if he could foresee the future. His body flashed again, almost at every moment an attack was about to connect, already reappearing hundreds of meters away, leaving behind afterimages that made his true position elusive.

As the battle deepened, Chris gradually mastered the rhythm of the fight, using each teleport not only to attack but also to induce the Ether Dragon to expend energy, creating breaches in time and space.

Finally, after an exquisitely timed teleport, Chris appeared at the Ether Dragon's underbelly, its most vulnerable spot.

Instantly, both the Ether Dragon's body and soul were severely damaged!

"Aow!"

In terms of combat mechanics, the Ether Dragon nearly reached the pinnacle of the Lower Level of Apocalypse. Though in numbers, like strength, speed, life force, spiritual power, and others, it was at the bottom tier within the Apocalypse, this didn't hinder its extraordinary might in a battle.

However, no matter the space or the time powers, the "Burier Breath" could render them intangible.

Chris gradually overpowered the Ether Dragon, which could only use its spatial and temporal powers on itself in order to continually escape from the terrifying "Death God"!

"It truly is a terrifying Death God, but whether it be destiny, Death God, or even the End, I will not easily submit to you; let me bring you destruction instead!"

When the Ether Dragon resolved to finally weave together the powers of space and time, its combat artistry reached its zenith.

It unleashed the formidable power of a Forbidden Rare Artifact, sensed in advance by Karl!

It was a translucent dagger stored deep in the Ether Dragon's stomach, its interior flowing with a substance resembling the Milky Way, labeled number ten and named "Destruction Surge," possessing the power to temporarily boost its own strength for a few seconds!

Compared to other artifacts that boost one's own strength, "Destruction Surge" offered an unprecedented increase, and the cost was enormous.

That is a full thousand years of lifespan!

But for the Ether Dragon which had lived over ten thousand years, that was a price it could completely afford!

In the next instant, the Ether Dragon's power briefly reached the Apocalypse Upper Rank.

It could feel that although only a few seconds had passed, it now possessed unimaginable strength!

"Enough! Enough! Even if it's only for a brief few seconds, the current me is virtually invincible, not even the God of War Emperor could match me!"

Thus, the Ether Dragon leapt through the river of time, picking the most advantageous moments to launch attacks, using spatial distortion to create unpredictable attack paths, and ultimately creating the terrifying "Time Vortex," attempting to pull all from the Fischer family, including the Spiritual Dragon, into a perpetual loop of spacetime maze, turning them into dust of time!

At the critical moment, Karl made his move.

Suddenly, everyone from the Fischer family, including the Spiritual Dragon, were taken away by thick black mist to the real world, leaving only the "invincible" Ether Dragon in the Spirit Realm.

It froze for a moment, as the key few seconds boosted by the "Destruction Surge" passed, and it would need to wait another ten years to use it again.

The nearly "invincible" power promptly decayed back to its original state.

The next moment, Chris appeared in front of the Ether Dragon.

The white skeletal blade, converging all energy, transformed into a ray of light that pierced through the world, striking directly at the core of the Ether Dragon!

"Aow!"

With a deafening dragon's roar, the enormous body began to tremble, the light gradually dimming, eventually turning into specks of ether lights, dissipating into oblivion.