The twenty-first island of the Illusion Sea collapsed behind Jiang Yan like a fading dream.
He stepped onto solid ground, his breathing steady, expression calm—almost indifferent.
"For my current will," he reflected quietly, "this level is already too simple."
His spiritual will had long since crossed into the third realm. Under the amplification and optimization of his golden finger, the bottleneck between the second and third realms had offered virtually no resistance. To him, the Illusion Sea's ultimate test had become a matter of refinement rather than survival.
"Master," Salamander reminded him promptly, "the rewards have been issued. A total of 209,715,000 points."
Jiang Yan gave a small nod.
Within the thirty-year Chaos City window, all Illusion Sea rewards were multiplied tenfold. Over two hundred million points—an amount countless geniuses could never accumulate in an entire lifetime—had arrived effortlessly.
At the edge of the twenty-first island, the black-scaled elder stared at Jiang Yan with unconcealed awe.
"Congratulations, Your Highness, on clearing the twenty-first island."
His voice carried genuine shock.
Universe-level, ninth order… clearing the final Illusion Sea island in five breaths.
The elder had overseen this place for untold years and had never seen willpower so sharp, so absolute—like a blade honed beyond reason.
Jiang Yan inclined his head politely, then turned his gaze outward.
Across the distant islands, Hong, Luo Feng, Ai Chen, and Thor were still engaged in their own trials.
Several minutes later, Hong emerged first, shaking his head with a rueful smile.
"Still not enough," he admitted.
Jiang Yan smiled lightly.
"When you fully enter the third realm of will, the twenty-first island won't stop you anymore."
Hong had merely brushed the threshold of the third realm; he had not stabilized it. Failure was expected.
"That'll take time," Hong replied, then sighed. "Not everyone progresses like a monster."
Jiang Yan chuckled without responding.
Soon after, Thor, Luo Feng, and Ai Chen exited as well, their expressions making the outcome clear.
"No rush," Jiang Yan said evenly. "Cultivation isn't won in a single step."
At the same time, within Chaos City, Bolan stood alone in his residence.
"It seems the seventh floor still won't fall today."
He exhaled slowly.
Breaking into the seventh floor of the Tongtian Bridge last year had already marked his transformation. The past five years had been devoted to correcting his path—abandoning blind dual cultivation of time and space in favor of space as the core, time as support.
The results were undeniable.
Luo Feng and Hong had once surged ahead of him. Now, he had caught back up.
Still… it wasn't enough.
Without hesitation, Bolan's consciousness entered the Immortal Altar Plane.
Black mountains stretched endlessly. Thousands of golden altars hovered in silence, ancient inscriptions glowing faintly.
Before one of the altars, Bolan completed several tests. The light screen froze at 43 units.
He sighed.
"Still far from fifty…"
Under altar suppression, this was already respectable—but not exceptional.
Just as he turned to leave, a shout echoed nearby.
"Are you insane?! Eighty times?!"
Bolan paused sharply.
He looked up—and froze.
On a nearby altar stood Jiang Yan.
Behind him were Ai Chen, Luo Feng, Hong, and Thor.
The altar's humanoid target glowed intensely as the numbers surged:
85×… 90×… 95×…
Thor's jaw dropped.
"The realm-lord limit is seventy or eighty times! What kind of body is that?!"
Under Immortal Altar suppression, this was pure physical power, stripped of laws and secret techniques.
Then—
100×.
A pillar of golden light erupted skyward. The altar trembled violently, ancient runes screaming as if strained to their limits.
Thor's voice shook.
"A hundred times… that's immortal-tier flesh!"
Bolan clenched his fists.
Before the shock could fade, Jiang Yan placed his hand on the telekinesis test.
Numbers surged again.
50×… 80×… 100×.
Two perfect results.
Bolan stared at his own screen—43 units—then slowly straightened.
"I'll catch up," he vowed silently, turning away.
Back at the altar, Thor finally found his voice.
"Third brother… how did you train this?"
Jiang Yan smiled.
"Talent."
Then he glanced at the reward notice.
"And these points are… honestly too few."
Luo Feng laughed helplessly.
"The Immortal Altar rewards were never meant to compare with the Illusion Sea or Tongtian Mountain."
Even at maximum output, the total—after tenfold multiplication—was only 810,000 points.
A rounding error compared to what Jiang Yan already held.
"There's only one place left," Thor said eagerly. "The Tongtian Bridge."
Jiang Yan nodded.
"But not together."
Minutes later, he entered the Tongtian Bridge Plane under a new identity, his true information sealed by system authority.
Floor after floor fell.
By the eighteenth floor, Baffin's hands were trembling.
"King-tier combat power…"
By the twenty-first floor, the fight lasted two full hours before Jiang Yan withdrew.
Universe level.
King-invincible combat strength.
Baffin could only smile bitterly.
Not long after, Jiang Yan stood once more before the Chaos City Lord.
Two streams of light descended.
"Ordinary heavy treasure—Mad God Battle Armor," the city lord said warmly.
"And an Absolute Void Sword."
Jiang Yan accepted them without hesitation.
As he departed, the Chaos City Lord's voice followed calmly:
"From this moment on… you are walking beyond the era."
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