A Man Like None Other

Though Talcott had visited the Celestial Palace before, each visit had filled him with dread, his heart racing in awe and fear.

The guards stationed at the entrance of the grand hall were cultivators at the Ultimate Realm. Along the sides of the hall stood cultivators at Ultimate Realm Levels Six and Seven, their expressions unreadable as they maintained a silent vigil. They weren’t even permitted to sit.

This was just the Tenth Hall, the weakest of the ten halls that made up the Celestial Palace. Talcott had heard of its ranking, and even here, the sheer strength on display was overwhelming. It was difficult to fathom how immense the power of the entire palace must be.

“Father.” As they entered the grand hall, Decanus hurriedly called out, his voice tinged with both reverence and urgency. At the center of the hall, seated on a magnificent throne, was a middle-aged man dressed in a long yellow robe, his posture regal and commanding. A crown sat atop his head, his expression cold and aloof, exuding an air of absolute authority.

This was none other than Tennyson Velazquez, Decanus’ father.

In the Tenth Hall, Tennyson Velazquez was an unchallenged authority, the supreme presence that commanded respect and fear. Talcott dared not lift his gaze to meet Tennyson’s eyes, nor those of the formidable cultivators seated beside him.

The cultivators standing aside were of Ultimate Realm Levels Six and Seven, and those sitting, undoubtedly, were far more powerful.

the grand hall, his head bowed so low that it almost touched the floor. His usual commanding demeanor as a

you defeated?” Tennyson’s voice

his eyes briefly shifting toward

Lord,” Talcott spoke, his voice trembling, “We merely

very last moment, an ancient priest appeared, obstructing

about that old fart, Infinides?” said

it’s him.”

fool…” Decanus began to explain, but before he could finish, Tennyson’s sharp voice cut through the air. “Silence!” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Go to the

fear flickering in his eyes. He cast a meaningful glance at Talcott before turning on his heel, his shoulders hunched in shame. As he left, he shot one last, warning look at Talcott, as if to remind him not

his voice heavy with disappointment. “I remember you promised me you’d reign over the entire

the weight of his words, but he quickly composed himself and answered with respect. “My Lord, indeed, the Demon Seal Alliance has the power to achieve that. We only need a bit more time. However, the emergence of a man named

had to craft a solid excuse for his failure; otherwise, he risked being replaced

icy, cutting through

Decanus was injured by him. Worse