At the same time, Terraen’s face lit up with a brilliant smile. His small body erupted with a fierce, earthy yellow light-the pure, core power of this mountain spirit’s essence.
Without hesitation, he poured all of his condensed earth energy-accumulated over countless years-into a thick, surging yellow torrent. It followed Cyran’s blue pillar of light, merging with it as they both surged toward Dustin, buried beneath the ruins.
Two streams of power collided in him Cyran’s life force with years of cultivation, and the fire of his soul, combined with Terraen’s purest, most elemental earth energy as a mountain spirit. Together, they flooded Dustin without restraint, a torrent of raw, overwhelming power.
“No…” the demonized Malthor roared, a mix of fury and disbelief.
His dragon claw slammed down, but it tore through nothing but the fleeting illusions Cyran and Terraen had left behind. Their bodies were gone, having poured every last ounce of themselves into that final act.
All that remained were specks of teal-yellow light, drifting like fireflies and serving as a silent testament to their existence. They had given their lives for humanity, and their souls had returned to the world.
At that moment, the rubble that Dustin was buried under exploded outward. An indescribable, overwhelming presence erupted, as if an ancient, primordial sovereign had awoken from a long slumber.
Brilliant, seven-colored immortal radiance punched through the sky, blasting away the demonic energy and murderous intent that had choked the air. It instantly illuminated the Elysium Immortal Palace’s ruin as if by daylight itself.
Dustin rose through the shimmering immortal light. He was still dressed in white, pristine and untouched by dust or blood. All his previous injuries had completely healed. The energy radiating off him ran deeper than any ocean and stretched wider than the night sky.
His eyes no longer carried the sharpness of a swordmaster. Instead, they radiated calm and authority, as if he were looking down on all beings, understanding the very essence of the world.
A faint current of chaotic energy swirled around him, as if every gesture could bend the cosmic laws and reshape the world itself. He felt the immense power coursing through him, far beyond what he had ever understood.
It was a gift from Cyran and Terraen, offered at the cost of their lives. Two forces of the exact origin, different in nature, fused perfectly into a single, overwhelming essence.
With that power surging through him, Dustin’s long-stalled bottleneck had been broken through, and now he had stepped into a realm spoken of only in legend. He had finally reached the immortal realm.
Dustin’s gaze settled on the demonized Malthor, who now looked uncertain, even afraid. Slowly, he raised his hand. He didn’t use a sword, but just a sword finger. He pressed them gently downward toward Malthor.
“Seal him!”
The word left her lips, and the law obeyed. 2
A massive, rainbow-hued sigil appeared above the head of the corrupted Malthor. It was vast enough to blot out the sky and seemed woven directly from the cosmic law. Ignoring distance and space, it pressed down with unstoppable authority.
“I am the Supreme Demon Lord,” Malthor roared defiantly. “How dare you…”
Demonic energy erupted around him, black dragon claws tearing at space itself, and crimson breath incinerating everything in their path. He struck at the sigil with every ounce of his power.
But the rainbow sigil, infused with the laws of humans and immortals and the will of two fallen guardians, made his resistance look meaningless.
His demonic energy touched the sigil and melted away like ice. Even his dragon claws shattered the moment they gripped it. His breath was absorbed, purified without mercy.
The rainbow sigil pressed down like a guillotine, unyielding, until it stamped itself across the forehead of the demonized Malthor.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream. His massive demonic body trembled, contracted, and twisted violently under the sigil’s power.
Black dragon scales flaked away from his body, revealing rotting flesh beneath. A swelling on his forehead burst, sending foul blood trickling down.
Those fleshy wings on his back disintegrated piece by piece. The demonic energy that had been pouring off him in waves suddenly started venting like a ruptured tank, dissipating under the sigil’s purification before it could spread.
With one final howl filled with endless rage and refusal to yield, Malthor’s colossal form collapsed entirely. His body shrank back into human shape, charred from head to toe.
He gasped weakly as he slumped to the ground, crushed beneath the unrelenting pressure of the seven-colored sigils, rendering him immobile.
The chaotic, devouring dragon energy coursing through him gradually settled, dissipating under the sigils’ purifying influence.
One strike was all it took when an immortal decided to seal the demon. On the shattered ruins of the Immortal Palace, Dustin stood alone, radiant with lingering immortal light. Malthor lay suppressed on the ground, broken and humiliated.
The seven-colored sigils rotated slowly above him, radiating overwhelming celestial power that pinned Malthor to the ruined palace floor.
The once-proud figure who devoured his fellow cultivators and transformed into a demonic dragon now looked like a prisoner nailed to a pillar of shame. He was charred black, gasping for breath, barely clinging to life.
Only the occasional twitch of his body and the strange, incomprehensible sounds from his throat reminded anyone that he was still alive, enduring the torments of rune purification and suppression.
The oppressive pressure of demonic energy and raging dragon essence that had filled the air gradually faded as Malthor was subdued.
The suffocating weight of his evil finally lifted, leaving behind nothing but the devastated ruins, the lingering smoke and dust, and the faint, solemn echo of a battle fought to the limit.
