SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS - Chapter 1027 - 1027: All-set for War!

The sky above the Forbidden Forest ripped as the flying treasure: Heavenly Mirage tore across it like a divine beast, shining in silver and white, humming with formations.

Kent stood at the front of the palace, wind brushing through his black robes, the scent of ancient spirit wood rising faintly around him.

Below, the Forbidden Forest hid the suppressed danger. Monstrous trees swayed as if they had minds of their own, while spectral howls rose from the darkened depths.

Occasionally, a massive wing would stir the treetops before vanishing into the mist. But none of it could touch Kent—not when the Heavenly Mirage carved a sacred path above the high skies.

Lily leaned beside him, her eyes scanning the shifting mists. “We crossed this massive forest in just two days… and not a single spirit beast attacked. Either we’re blessed, or that ship is truly something else.”

“It’s both,” Kent said calmly. “The Forbidden Forest only targets the weak. We flew too high… and too strong. On first time, I took a month to cross it.”

Amelia chuckled lightly from the side. “Or maybe it sensed the War God’s inheritance in you and decided not to provoke the heavens.”

Kent smiled faintly but said nothing. His mind, though calm, was tangled with thoughts.

‘Ai Ping… the slave princess should be suffering in the slave village by now. Han family young masters used to frequent that region to play war games. I promised I’d return. I should crush their teeth and burn that Han flag…’

His knuckles briefly whitened.

‘But not now. I don’t have time.’

He turned away from the balcony.

‘Two days already passed. Only seven remain for the Golden Heir Tournament. Even with the Heavenly Mirage, the Golden Heir tournament venue is at the far edge of Kulu nation. I don’t have a month to spare.’

His gaze firmed.

‘I’ll visit Ai Ping after the tournament… and end the Han rot at its roots.’

On the next day, the Heavenly Mirage began descending toward a floating city of golden rings and spiraling towers.

Thousand Rune City…

This wasn’t just a city—it was a heavenly fortress built by the alliance of ten ancient clans, designed to house the teleportation array that connected empires and divine continents.

From above, it resembled a golden mandala, etched with runes that pulsed like a living being.

Kent’s party disembarked in silence, cloaks fluttering. They approached the central platform where the teleportation gates stood—five immense pillars crackling with space energy, guarded by cultivators in robes marked with celestial beasts.

One gatekeeper stepped forward, his cultivation at peak Supreme Mage. He frowned at the newcomers. He asked for the details.

Kent replied that he and his companions were heading to Golden heir tournament.

“This gate is connected by Blue Lotus city. You might need to cross at least 5 teleportation gates and separated lands in between to reach the Heavenly Phoenix Range. Only clan heirs, sect champions, and registered empire contestants may pass. State your credentials.”

Mona moved to speak, but Kent raised a hand.

From his sleeve, he pulled out a crystal token carved with Royal Academy of Kulu nation. It shimmered with the Royal Sword logo.

“I want a direct passage. For me and my companions.”

The man’s face twitched, but then he laughed coldly. “We don’t deal in name-dropping. Teleportation isn’t charity, even for those with noble blood. One passage costs 10,000 high-grade mana crystals per person. Multiply that by 13…”

He looked expectantly.

Fatty Ben coughed. “That’s more than I’ve seen in three lives.”

Even Lily and Sophia blinked.

Amelia stepped forward, hesitant. “Kent… that’s a huge sum…”

But Kent didn’t answer.

He simply stepped forward, drew his hand over his ring, and dropped a leather pouch onto the stone pedestal. When it opened, the gatekeeper’s eyes bulged.

Glittering, clear, and humming with condensed elemental power—mana crystals, dozens of them, all ultra-refined high-grade pieces, each worth ten times the regular ones.

The cultivators around gasped.

“D-Did he just throw a hundred ultra-refineds like they’re candies?”

“Who is this guy?”

The jade-robed attendant swallowed. “T-That’s… more than enough.”

Sophia stepped closer and whispered, half-teasing, “Are you going to tell us where this sudden fortune came from?”

Kent just smiled, lips curving in mystery. “The sea has many secrets.”

“You may proceed!” The gatekeeper bowed quickly and stepped aside, avoiding eye contact. “Formation will be ready in five minutes!”

Runes lit up the platform as Kent and his team moved into position.

As the runes aligned, space cracked around them like lightning splitting the sky.

“Everyone ready?” Kent called.

The girls nodded. Ben tightened his belt.

A deep humming sound rose, and the teleportation portal pulsed.

Space peeled.

Wind screamed.

And in an instant, they vanished.

The world spun.

They flew through a tunnel of screaming stars, ancient glyphs, and turbulent mana storms. Amelia gritted her teeth. Lily used her blood veil to shield herself. Even Nyara looked strained. Only Kent stood at the front like an unmoving god, eyes glowing faintly with storm light.

After what felt like a single heartbeat and a thousand years, they were flung forward into daylight—

Likewise they crossed 5 teleoperation gates. As they were separated, they used the heavenly mirage to travel in between.

Finally after 5 more days…

They landed on a floating platform built into the side of a colossal mountain.

The Heavenly Phoenix Range.

They had arrived.

The scent of divine flame and spiritual herbs wafted from above. Golden clouds surrounded the range, forming natural stairs into the sky. Thousand-meter-tall towers, sect banners, floating pavilions, and giant beast statues lined the horizon.

Already, countless people filled the base of the summit.

Vendors, disciples, nobles, emperors—all gathered like ants before a storm. This was the battlefield for the fifty-year Golden Heir Tournament. The place where dragons and demons were born.

“It’s… overwhelming,” Amelia said, her eyes wide.

Lily narrowed her gaze. “There’s at least a hundred different forces gathered here. Look at the floating emblems—each one represents a top-tier clan or sect.”

Sophia pointed. “And that’s the Flamewind Pavilion… and the Cloud Star Monks. Even the Yao Beast Temple sent someone. There are many power houses present which I read all these days.”

Fatty Ben muttered, “If we screw up here, we’ll be crushed before we blink.”

Kent stepped forward.

The wind fluttered his cloak, revealing the faint glow of the Sea God’s brand on his back. His expression was unreadable.

“We don’t screw up,” he said softly. “We conquer.”

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