And just like that, the global conference came to an end.

While many questions remained unanswered, the public was content—for now. The confirmation of the Void Fleet’s existence and its human origins had been enough to ease their fears and ignite their curiosity.

Now, all that was left was to wait and watch—to see how events would unfold as Earth prepared for its cooperation with the Void Fleet.

…

Time passed, and just like that, three days had gone by.

In those three days, many things had changed.

The first wave of ships produced by the orbital shipyards had begun launching at an astonishing speed, showcasing the Void Fleet’s technological might. Meanwhile, back on Earth, public excitement had only grown.

Discussions about the Void Fleet had not ceased—in fact, they had gained even more traction. Senior researchers, analysts, and experts across various fields voiced their thoughts. Countless debates erupted, both pro and con, as people speculated on what Earth stood to gain from this unprecedented cooperation.

The already excited public became even more eager, their imaginations running wild as they looked forward to the results of the soon-to-be-conducted negotiations.

Back at the Universal Plane…

Compared to the real world, where only three days had passed, Kallus and his not-so-old companion, Fenrir, had spent nearly sixteen and a half years in the Universal Domain.

During this time, out of the sixteen and a half years Kallus spent in the Universal Domain, he dedicated three full years solely to cultivation, pushing himself to the very peak of Master Rank.

For the next six and a half years, Kallus dedicated himself entirely to learning and mastering the vast ocean of knowledge his physique, soul, and bloodline granted him.

He mastered countless spells with ease, delving deep into various fighting styles and techniques. His combat versatility expanded beyond imagination.

It was during this time that he unlocked a new ability—Master of All Weapons—after reaching Rank 4 of Master Rank. This skill drastically enhanced his learning speed and proficiency with any weapon, making it easier to absorb, analyze, and apply all weapon-related knowledge and skills.

But easy was far from the truth.

Even with his limitless talent, the sheer infinity of knowledge he was absorbing took a heavy toll on him. His days blurred into a cycle of relentless learning and practice, refining every technique, every spell, and every movement to perfection.

Learn. Practice. Learn. Practice.

He had no time for distractions, no time for anything else.

And when Kallus finally mastered everything he could—when he felt he had reached the peak of his current knowledge—one might think he would take a break, perhaps rest for a while.

But no.

He did the complete opposite.

Because there was one thing bothering him.

During his battle with the Flaming Bear, he had noticed a glaring weakness. While he had overwhelmed the beast, it had still taken him nearly a dozen moves—including one of his most powerful techniques, Heaven’s Cut—to bring it down.

Why?

The answer was simple: his lack of real battle experience.

Sure, he possessed unparalleled abilities and had mastered countless techniques, but he had yet to learn how to efficiently use them in actual combat. His raw talent and training were undeniable, but true battle instinct was forged in the heat of real fights, not just through endless practice.

Even though the fight lasted less than five minutes, he had adapted and learned as it progressed. But that wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

Determined, Kallus left his secluded training ground and moved toward a vast empty field nearly a kilometer away.

With a wave of his hand, a sky-high tower shimmered into existence, its surface glowing with a mix of white and blue light.

This was the Void Tower—the supreme treasure he had received for completing his previous trial.

The outer appearance of the Void Tower wasn’t particularly extravagant, yet it radiated an indescribable presence.

Its smooth, towering structure was adorned with countless white and gold runes, each shimmering with an ethereal glow. Even with Kallus’s considerable understanding of runes, which now reached into the high-level realm, he couldn’t comprehend these symbols in the slightest.

And that was saying something.

Kallus had accumulated vast rune knowledge throughout his ascension, each breakthrough in physique, bloodline, and soul unveiling deeper layers of understanding.

Yet, these inscriptions felt beyond him—as if they belonged to an entirely different plane of reality.

But was he surprised?

Not at all.

After all, this was a supreme treasure, a unique artifact personally created by the Supreme Being.

How could it possibly be normal?

Coming out of his daze, Kallus shook his head and refocused. Without hesitation, he began walking toward the massive gates that led directly inside the Void Tower.

The moment he stepped inside, a strange sensation washed over him.

Space fluctuated.

His entire being trembled as if resonating with something vast and unknowable. Then, in the blink of an eye—

Everything changed.

Gone were the towering walls and intricate runes. Instead, he found himself standing in a realm that defied logic.

A shimmering white plane, stretching endlessly, composed of what looked like stars themselves.

Above, below, all around him—countless rivers of flowing light meandered through the cosmic expanse, each one carrying a profound, indescribable power.

Kallus took a deep breath, his barely a whisper.

“This place… it’s magical.”

And indeed, it was.

Kallus was right—this place was none other than the Sacred Timelines themselves.

The rivers that flowed around him were not mere streams of light but manifestations of countless branches of the Sacred Timeline, each carrying the echoes of legends, warriors, and battles lost to history.

As he took a deep breath, his gaze wandered over the mesmerizing currents, his mind momentarily lost in their grandeur. The sheer weight of time and fate pressed down on him, making him feel insignificant yet privileged to stand in such a place.

Dazed. Overwhelmed.

But before he could sink deeper into that feeling—

A sharp ding! echoed in his mind, breaking the trance.

A notification appeared before him.

DING!

[Host has entered the Void Tower. Shall the trial begin?]

Seeing the notification, Kallus took a deep breath, his golden eyes flickering with anticipation. For him, this was not just about honing his combat prowess but also about eliminating his weaknesses and forging an absolute foundation for what lay ahead.

Without hesitation, he muttered, “Begin.”

The moment the word left his lips, the ground beneath him lit up, countless runes coming to life in a dazzling display. A blinding light erupted from one side of the starry plane, so intense that even Kallus had to close his eyes.

Within seconds, the radiance began to fade. As the last traces of light disappeared, Kallus slowly opened his eyes—only to widen them in surprise.

The scenery around him had completely changed.

Gone was the vast, starry plane. Gone were the sacred rivers of time.

Instead, he found himself standing in a vast open field, surrounded by countless towering mountains that stretched endlessly into the horizon. The sky above resembled Earth’s, with drifting clouds, but as he tried to look further, an eerie sense of limitlessness settled upon him

Before he could process his surroundings further, a gate suddenly materialized opposite him. It shimmered for a brief moment before a swirling portal formed at its center.

From within, two figures emerged.

One was a male, wearing some kind of combat pants, his bare chest revealing a body honed through countless battles. Gauntlets covered his hands, hinting at his expertise in hand-to-hand combat.

Opposite him stood a woman, donned in flowing mage robes, gripping an ornate staff. Their movements were precise, and calculated, and as they stepped forward, they halted about ten to fifteen meters away from him.

Kallus exhaled sharply, his golden eyes narrowing,

for he knew that the trial had begun.

Kallus took a deep breath and assumed his stance, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

The moment he steadied himself, the beings summoned by the Void Tower unleashed a massive surge of pressure, pouring down on him as if trying to overwhelm him with sheer force.

“This is even stronger than that bear,” Kallus thought, surprised by the intensity. However, his golden gaze never wavered. He stood firm.

The two warriors took their stances as well. The male combatant—bare-chested, clad only in combat pants and gauntlets—raised his fists in front of his face, exuding the aura of a seasoned hand-to-hand expert.

Meanwhile, the mage retreated slightly, lifting her staff as it began to glow ominously. The air around her rippled, and in an instant, a sphere of highly compressed fire formed before expanding rapidly.

It grew from its initial size to a staggering 100-meter radius, then continued until it reached 200 meters.

As the massive fireball stabilized, countless spears of flame materialized, launching toward Kallus with terrifying speed.

Simultaneously, the warrior of fists unleashed a barrage of punches from his position. In mere seconds, thousands of fist imprints formed in the air, distorting space itself as they surged toward Kallus at extreme velocity.

Kallus’s mouth twitched as he felt the sheer power behind both attacks. “Damn it… why are you both going all out from the start?” he thought.

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