The late-winter wind was dry.Saaah—

    It brushed transparently across his face. Perhaps it was because an unparalleled supreme master stood before him, smiling as his enemy.

    The dust on the ground, stirred by their battle, skimmed over his ankles like clusters of cold blades. The aftershocks of the clash between his senior black-clad comrades and Zhuge Gaju still lingered.

    The two seniors said nothing.

    Had they accepted Jeong Yeon-shin’s decision as equals in rank?

    As the Final Thunder Lotus around him thickened, Jin Myeong-jo''s gaze sharpened with concern, while Ak Su-rim clenched and unclenched her fists before stepping back.

    The chilling fluctuations in the surrounding air were meant to deter any interference from the noble families.

    I can’t let them step in.

    His seniors might still have some strength left, but it wasn’t enough to stand against an absolute supreme master.

    If Jeong Yeon-shin showed even the slightest sign of faltering, they were ready to intervene at the cost of their own lives—

    And that would be the moment they died.

    He couldn’t allow that.

    Absolutely not.

    Jeong Yeon-shin forcefully suppressed his anxiety.

    Today is the day.

    At the same time, a whisper seemed to murmur from his Upper Elixir Field.

    He had to grasp the pinnacle of martial insight in the heat of battle—connecting his own perception, Eon Hwayeon, the Sacred Relic, and Zhuge Gaju like constellations in the sky.

    He felt it.

    A moment of enlightenment that came only a few times in a lifetime.

    It was an intuitive realization.

    His mind tingled.

    It was similar to when he had created new martial techniques before—yet different.

    A great wave of realization surged beyond the corpses of Zhuge Hyeon and Eon Hwayeon, threatening to drown his very soul.

    For now, he could not fully grasp its shape.

    But the sheer scale of the inspiration was overwhelming.

    A crossroads.

    Would he become a man who could judge the crimes of supreme masters and the leaders of great sects?

    Or would he fail to overcome the innate imbalance of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, burn brightly for a moment, and fade away as the youngest-ever Grandmaster?

    A brilliant light shone over everything he had experienced—his past, his childhood training in Jeong Family’s Dynamic Gong, every moment flashing through his mind.

    Here and now, in a life-or-death battle, he had to forge something new.

    A technique that could threaten even absolute supreme masters with death.

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