Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 529

Chapter 529: Chapter85-Return to the Secret Realm
Right now, the top prodigies from all major factions were frantically scouring the region in search of them. Every route toward Ironblood City would undoubtedly be heavily guarded.

Though Ironblood City was the third princess’s territory and they would be safe once inside, the chances of getting intercepted en route were far too high.

So instead of walking into their net, heading back to the secret realm might actually be the safest option.

By now, night had fallen. The bright moon hung in the sky, but much of its light was blocked by the thick forest canopy, casting everything ahead into pitch darkness, like a lurking beast ready to devour.

But Alan’s spiritual perception was incredibly sharp. Carrying the third princess on his back, he leapt nimbly and silently through the shadows, eventually returning to the island and slipping into the deepest part of the ancient castle—a secluded back garden.

Only then did he stop.

Alan wiped the sweat from his brow and gently placed the third princess onto the bed inside one of the rooms. “Rest and recover here. I’ll keep watch outside.”

With that, he turned and left.

The third princess said nothing, simply watching Alan’s departing back in silence.

Seated by the doorway, Alan finally let out a quiet breath.

Though the journey had been dangerous, they had gained much. He could feel it—if he fused the Divine Oak Staff with his staff-sword, his strength would rise dramatically!

“Just wait for me, little sis. I’ll be back soon,” Alan murmured.

He pulled a small wooden carving from his pocket.

It was of Isabella—an adorable, lifelike miniature she had carved herself and secretly placed in his luggage.

Then, as if remembering something else, he took out another carving—this one of a valiant and beautiful woman, filled with heroic spirit.

It was clearly Alice.

Isabella both admired and liked Alice.

Looking at the two carvings in his hands, Alan’s determination grew even stronger.

He clenched them tightly—like he was holding the whole world in his hands.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a piercing sound tore through the air. A youth carrying eight massive warhammers on his back stepped forward.

His nose twitched, picking up a scent. The lazy expression on his face finally turned serious, and he quickly headed toward the room.

Alan’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the newcomer.

It was the recently emerged top-tier genius. Even just approaching, the pressure he radiated rolled forward like a dark tide.

The youth didn’t spare Alan a glance and made straight for the room.

But in that instant, Alan thrust out his staff-sword without hesitation.

The hammer-wielding youth shook his head lazily and flicked his hand. A layer of green iron-like scales instantly covered his palm as he reached out to catch Alan’s incoming strike!

His five fingers cut through the air as if crushing it.

Alan’s sword clashed with his hand, and a burst of sparks lit up the space. Even the razor-sharp [Blade Spirit] trembled slightly under the intense pressure.

In the next moment, Alan staggered backward nearly ten steps, each footstep carving deep imprints into the ground.

His arm, still gripping the sword, was shaking visibly.

The youth, meanwhile, had only retreated a few steps and remained composed.

But when he looked at the white indentation on his scaly palm, his casual expression turned serious.

“Interesting… [Blade Spirit], and such a refined one at that. You’re impressive,” he said with a faint smile.

Alan focused on the scales on the youth’s hand. The unique mana waves he emitted were something Alan had never encountered before—brutal and domineering. Even with his strengthened body, he had been at a disadvantage during the clash.

“Your magic attribute is quite unusual,” Alan said seriously. “But that tier-diamond magic skill—you won’t get it.”

The youth slowly removed the eight warhammers from his back. “I’ve seen many arrogant people like you. Sadly, they all fell beneath my hammers. But you—wielding [Blade Spirit]—are qualified to witness my hammer technique.”

With that, his entire body was covered in scales, beneath which magical runes flickered faintly. His aura surged several times stronger than before.

Then—boom—he took one step, and the ground exploded beneath his feet.

He shot toward Alan like a teleporting shadow, warhammer howling through the air, fully locking onto Alan.

Facing the overwhelming presence of the hammer, Alan’s expression grew exceptionally grim.

This blow carried a lethal aura—several times more powerful than the youth’s earlier probing strike.

“Light Sword Spell!” Alan roared.

Brilliant light element rapidly gathered in front of him, forming multiple swords of light that shot through the air, striking the warhammer in rapid succession.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy weapon trembled violently, its surface marked with over a dozen glowing dents. The youth’s unstoppable advance was halted as the swords forced him back dozens of steps!

Blood seeped from the cracks in his palms, and the fine scales shattered under the force. Pain pierced through his arms.

But rather than fear, his face lit up with wild excitement!

“Fascinating! You’re not just a magic swordsman who’s mastered [Blade Spirit]—you’re also a Grand Magus!”

“I’ve never met someone like you!”

His muscles tensed, and his mana flared with an aggressive red hue, adding an even more domineering fire-like force to his presence.

Alan, looking at the youth pushed back by his light sword spell, shook his head.

“You’re strong. But even if you win, we’ll both be severely injured. You still won’t walk away with the tier-diamond magic skill.”

“Is that so? Well, that’s not for you to worry about,” the youth said, raising his hammers again, preparing to strike.

But then Alan’s expression turned solemn. “Why don’t you give me some face and let this go?”

“Give you some face?” The youth frowned, confused.

At first, he wanted to laugh it off—but the more he thought about it, the more serious he became. He studied Alan carefully.

Their eyes locked.

After a moment of tense silence, the youth suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

“Alright, alright! Remember this, Grand Magus—my name is Caesar, from the Spellbeast Church of the Jiner Kingdom. You owe me one!”

With that, he hoisted his eight warhammers casually over his shoulder and walked away.

He could tell Alan was immensely powerful. If they truly fought to the end, it would indeed be a lose-lose.

But Alan was both a Grand Magus and a magic swordsman who had grasped [Blade Spirit]!

Someone like that had limitless potential.

Gaining a favor from such a figure? More than worth it.

Alan stood frozen for a moment—he hadn’t expected Caesar to actually walk away!

He had said that just to buy time.

What Alan didn’t know was that his status as a Grand Magus—combined with his rare magic swordsmanship—gave his “face” incredible value.

Especially the Grand Magus title.

In a million mages, there might be one!

And Alan had become one.

His future was limitless.

To befriend him now was to gain a powerful ally.

After a brief silence, Alan muttered in shock:

“Wait… my face is actually worth that much? Maybe I’ve just been too lacking in self-confidence…”

At that moment, another figure approached.

Beatrice.

The genius from Lioncrest Academy had found her way back.

Trouble.

“So you were hiding here,” she said with a cold smile. “The most dangerous place is the safest one—but you’re not the only one who figured that out.”

“And you really underestimate how tempting a tier-diamond magic skill is. The top factions are practically drooling over it—you won’t be able to keep it.”

Alan took a deep breath, walked up to her, and flashed a brilliant smile.

“Care to give me some face?”

“Give you face?” Beatrice scoffed. “You hit your head or something?”

Alan’s smile froze. This… wasn’t going as planned.

He sighed and asked seriously, “Are you really going to attack me? You said it yourself—many others are after that skill. Do you really think you can protect it?”

“Just step aside and have her hand it over. I’ll let you both walk away. She’s still the third princess—I’ll give her some dignity.”

“And if we refuse?” Alan’s face turned cold.

“Then I’ll give you your dignity… with force.”