Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 467

Chapter 467: War XL
“If Serina’s here, she’s already heard about the chaos I’ve been causing,” Aiden thought as he approached the sect’s towering gates. “No point sneaking in. I’ll do this the direct way.”

Stepping forward, he allowed his presence to leak slightly. Instantly, the guards at the entrance tensed.

“State your purpose!” one of them demanded, gripping the hilt of his sword.

Aiden remained calm. “Tell Lady Serina that Aiden wishes to speak with her.”

The guards exchanged nervous glances before one of them turned and hurried inside. The other remained, watching Aiden warily.

Minutes passed. Then, from within the sect, a figure emerged—a woman clad in elegant red robes, her presence commanding yet serene.

Serina.

Her eyes locked onto Aiden’s, sharp as ever. “You should know better than to walk into my sect unannounced, Aiden.”

Aiden smirked. “What can I say? I’m in a hurry.”

She studied him for a long moment, then gestured. “Follow me.”

A Private Meeting

Inside Serina’s personal chambers, the air was thick with the scent of rare medicinal incense. The room was lined with ancient scrolls, glowing alchemical tools, and a single floating cauldron pulsing with flames.

She poured herself a cup of tea before finally speaking.

“You didn’t come here just to say hello,” Serina said coolly. “What do you want?”

Aiden’s gaze darkened. “Ivan.”

Serina stilled, her fingers pausing on the teacup.

“He’s obtained a new power—something dangerous. I need to know what I’m dealing with.”

She exhaled slowly. “Ivan… I suspected as much. There have been whispers of dark movements in the Forbidden Sect’s region, and now their aura lingers on him.”

Aiden leaned forward. “You know something.”

Serina met his gaze. “Not just something. I know where Ivan is hiding.”

Aiden’s expression turned serious. “Tell me.”

She hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “The Abyss of the Forgotten.”

Aiden’s fists clenched.

So it was true.

Ivan had fully embraced the darkness.

And now, Aiden had a destination.

The Abyss awaited.

Into the Abyss

Aiden wasted no time. As soon as Serina provided the location, he left the Mystic Flame Sect, heading straight toward the Abyss of the Forgotten. It was a forsaken land, a place where failed cultivations, shattered destinies, and remnants of forgotten sects lingered like ghosts.

The journey was treacherous—blackened cliffs, swirling storms of corrupted Qi, and eerie silence that stretched for miles. Even the strongest cultivators hesitated before stepping into this domain. But for Aiden, there was no choice.

Ivan was here.

A Battlefield of Echoes

As Aiden crossed the threshold into the Abyss, he felt a shift in the air. The darkness here wasn’t just natural—it was alive, writhing with unseen forces. Every step he took echoed like a drumbeat in an empty void.

“So, you finally came.”

Aiden froze. The voice was unmistakable.

Ivan stood atop a jagged rock, his crimson eyes burning with unholy power. But he wasn’t alone. Shadows swirled around him—figures clad in abyssal armor, their forms distorted by the corruption that fueled them.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. Demonic Cultivators.

Ivan smirked. “I was beginning to think you were too scared to face me.”

Aiden unsheathed his sword, its golden light pushing back the creeping darkness. “I’m just making sure you don’t dig yourself any deeper into this pit before I cut you down.”

Ivan laughed, raising his hand. Abyssal energy surged, forming a throne of black fire behind him. “Then come, Aiden. Show me how much you’ve grown!”

Aiden wasted no time. With a single step, he vanished, reappearing mid-air above Ivan. His sword gleamed with celestial energy as he brought it down in a devastating arc.

CLANG!

Ivan blocked with his abyssal greatsword, black tendrils of corrupted Qi writhing around its blade. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the Abyss of the Forgotten, shattering the jagged ground beneath them.

The Demonic Cultivators surrounding Ivan recoiled, shielding themselves from the sheer force of the clash.

“You’re stronger than before,” Ivan admitted, smirking as he pushed Aiden back. His crimson eyes gleamed with hunger. “Good. That means crushing you will be even more satisfying.”

Aiden landed lightly, already preparing his next attack. His golden aura burned brighter, pushing back the darkness.

“Ivan, this isn’t strength,” Aiden said coldly. “You’re just feeding off corruption. That power will never be yours to control!”

Ivan’s smirk widened. “Who cares about control? All that matters is power!”

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a massive wave of abyssal energy. It roared forward like a tidal wave, twisting and writhing with malicious intent.

Aiden met it head-on. He swung his sword, releasing a radiant crescent of golden energy that sliced through the darkness. The two forces collided, splitting the ground open and sending debris flying into the air.

Then, without hesitation, Aiden shot forward again. His sword crackled with divine energy, and he thrust straight for Ivan’s chest.

But Ivan was ready.

He twisted his body, narrowly dodging, and retaliated with a brutal kick that sent Aiden flying. Before Aiden could recover, Ivan followed up, appearing behind him in a blur of abyssal energy.

SLASH!

Ivan’s blade carved through the air, aiming for Aiden’s neck.

At the last moment, Aiden spun, parrying the attack and countering with a burst of golden light. The explosion forced Ivan back, but he simply laughed, his body crackling with abyssal flames.

“You’re predictable,” Ivan sneered. “If this is all you’ve got, then you’ll never be able to stop me.”

Aiden clenched his jaw. He knew he couldn’t afford to drag this battle out. Ivan’s power was growing with every second he remained in the Abyss.

It was time to end this.

With a deep breath, Aiden’s aura surged, golden embers rising around him like falling stars. His Martial Spirits awakened in full force—the Golden Sword, the Reaper Scythe, the Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness, and the Destiny Thread of Million Miracles.

Ivan’s expression finally shifted.

“You’re not the only one who’s been growing stronger,” Aiden said, his voice calm yet commanding. “This time, you won’t escape.”