Chapter 1215 Congratulations, City Lord

• “What is this?” Damon didn’t rush in. He watched carefully. The gold-thread cicada weave had sealed the room, so nothing would leak out. The black airflow floated quietly, writhing in slow waves. He focused, feeling a strong current of Dao essence flowing. “Weird.” Since he couldn’t touch the black stream yet, this was all he could do. “Buzz.” The dragon-etched compass appeared, testing fortune and doom. Auspicious. Damon let out a breath. If the dragon-etched compass said it was good, then it was safe. There was nothing safer than that. He put the compass away and tapped the black airflow with a finger. The dark stream sank into him at once, mist spreading through his body. “Huh?” The instant that mist spread, Damon’s body seemed to wake up—like it could breathe on its own. Yeah. His flesh was breathing. Every pore drew in breath, and the black stream was sucked into his body with each inhale. “Boom!” The next second, his flesh felt like it was exploding. Not literal pieces flying. More like… how do you say it—cells popping. As his cells burst, the energy inside him roared and surged, growing like an explosion. No warning. His power thickened, layer by layer. At the same time, Dao essence unfurled from deep within him. To step into Supreme, you don’t just stack raw power—you stack Dao essence and law. Damon hadn’t expected his energy itself to get that much denser. And the divine Dao essence was rising too. From late-stage, he rocketed straight to great perfection. No need to sit there and “enlighten.” No need to “comprehend.” Just raw dominance, shoving his realm straight to perfection. Wind and cloud gathered. All of Wenlan City looked like the end of the world. “Boom.” Dark clouds mashed together over the city. Thunder. Lightning. Gale winds. Nature went on a rampage. “Swish.” Across the Damelia Continent, the top fighters who’d just left snapped their eyes open. From the far horizon, gazes that pierced heaven and earth swung toward Wenlan City. “Great perfection.” The whispers carried a sharp weight. The second one at great perfection had arrived. “Scram.” Suddenly, a blast of sound shook the sky. Supreme Dao resonance thundered from Wenlan City. The shout cracked those probing gazes like glass. “Cocky.” The Dark Holy Emperor’s voice was cool. The Skull King and the First Legion Commander of the beast army stayed quiet. Cocky? Yeah, real cocky. When the Angel Holy Emperor broke through, everyone watched, and he didn’t say a thing. Damon breaks through—and no one’s even allowed to look? The word “arrogant” fit him to a tee. … After he shattered those hostile stares, the brewing storm still churned, like it meant to wipe out the world. “Disperse.” Supreme Dao resonance could order the great laws of heaven and earth. The storm unraveled at once, and in a blink, the sky went bright and warm. “Congratulations, City Lord.” Old Mo’s voice sounded at the door. Beside it, came the crunch of chewing. No need to guess—Fire Demon. Ever since they reached Eastern Manor, she’d been eating nonstop, not even sleeping. Like she meant to make up for every missed meal across endless years. Creak. The door opened. Old Mo lifted his head to Damon. In a flash, a fierce thrum of dread hit him deep. Strong. Crazy strong. Old Mo’s heart pounded. Great perfection—one foot already in the Supreme realm. He’d risen into the top of this world. “Huh?” Fire Demon was an ancient beast. She felt Damon’s power, but not as sharply as Old Mo did. Instead, she blinked, stopped chewing, and stared curiously at Damon. “Why do you have a vibe like mine?” Damon: “???” I’m not a beast. He kept the snark inside and asked, curious, “You’re saying I’ve got the same source vibe as you?” “Yeah.” Fire Demon nodded, dead serious. “I don’t get this wrong. You do have a vibe like mine. I just can’t remember what exactly.” She sounded certain. Damon’s brow furrowed. A beast’s aura—why? Could it be… the black mist. The black mist carried a beast’s aura—the kind Fire Demon knew well. As he thought it through, Fire Demon spoke again: “Did you meet a beast like me? Where is he? I want to see him. I thought I was the only ancient beast left in this world.” “You mean, besides you, there are no more ancient beasts in this world?” Damon asked back. “Yup.” Fire Demon nodded earnestly. “Except for me, I haven’t seen any other ancient beasts.” “What about the sea’s flood dragons?” The beast army had once bet a flood-dragon corpse. They’d given it to the Tyndall family’s army. Pretty sure they ate it. And the Beast Army’s First Legion Commander had turned into a flood dragon once. Fire Demon’s eyes showed her first hint of scorn. “Flood dragons aren’t true beasts. They just carry a thread of ancient beast blood.” She spoke slow and steady. She didn’t realize that these few words hit Damon like a truck. Ancient beasts—all gone. Maybe some freak accident left her behind. Ancient beasts should be insanely strong. So what wiped them out? Could it be… Damon lifted his head and looked at the sky. Somewhere up there, maybe the final answer waited.