Under Immortal Lord Everlost's words, his attacks grew even fiercer.
The giant sword in his hand instantly became dazzling like pure gold, radiating brilliance and shimmering with flowing light.
"You can't hold out, Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lynn."
"That Golden Core isn't really yours, and your strength is only late-stage Foundation Establishment."
"Most importantly, as far as I know, you're just 'half a foot into immortality!'"
"What could you possibly use to compete with me?"
Immortal Lord Everlost laughed wildly.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Immortal Lord Everlost at that moment seemed terrifying, like a god-demon.
His aura became even more vast and ancient, the overwhelming energy surging from his body directly stunned countless people nearby, leaving them unable to breathe.
The members of the Upper-Grade Lynn Clan stared at the scene before them in shock.
None of them ever expected that this so-called Immortal Lord Everlost, who popped up out of nowhere, would possess such terrifying strength!
The Master Lynn from Seacrest who nearly wiped out the entire Upper-Grade Lynn Clan.
Yet under Immortal Lord Everlost's hand, he was firmly suppressed!
Although it looked like Master Lynn from Seacrest could still keep a bit of dignity, he hadn’t been nailed to the ground outright by Immortal Lord Everlost.
But anyone could see that Master Lynn from Seacrest had absolutely no power to fight back at this moment!
"You're just an avatar."
Evan looked at him and sighed.
That sigh, when heard by the onlookers, made Evan suddenly seem ancient and profound.
Even though he was beneath the terrifying shadow of Immortal Lord Everlost’s giant sword—compared to the sword, Evan’s figure looked like an ant.
But as those words left his mouth, everyone suddenly felt a strange, indescribable sensation.
Those giant swords that kept crashing down.
Now, they actually seemed to be moving much slower.
Before, everyone could only see streaks of sword light, unable to see the swords themselves.
But now, they could vaguely see sword shadows slicing through the air.
"Even if I'm just an avatar, I was formed from my Tribulation-Crossing strength!"
"You're only late-stage Foundation Establishment, even if you snatched a Golden Core, it's just a fake one."
"In today's battle, you're doomed—still trying to struggle?"
Immortal Lord Everlost smirked, "Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lynn, Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lynn!"
"Lyria gave you the number Nine—I'm honestly jealous."
"Nine is the ultimate number; maybe, in her eyes, only you truly matter most to her."
"But so what?"
"In the end, you're just like me—both of us are defective products destined to be discarded!"
"The one she's waiting for isn't me, isn't you, but the very last one!"
Immortal Lord Everlost’s words suddenly became chaotic.
But Evan still managed to catch a few useful clues from his rambling.
Lily Zhao is waiting for someone.
Maybe she’s always been waiting for someone’s return.
The reason she’s waiting might be rooted in karma and mission.
When she sought out the previous Immortal Lords, she never felt any ordinary human emotion.
But with Evan, with Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lynn, she truly moved her heart.
Evan lowered his head and looked again at his Spatial Ring.
Inside the Spatial Ring, within the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll.
Lily Zhao sat cross-legged, dressed in a simple white long dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall.
She lifted her head, her gaze piercing through the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll and the Spatial Ring, locking eyes with Evan across the distance.
"Are you really Lyria?"
Evan softly asked.
Lily Zhao gently closed her beautiful eyes, saying nothing, but unmistakably, tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
"If you really are Lyria, you came to me but refuse to acknowledge me."
"You said there are countless Lyrias in this world, all living in different times, but in truth, no matter how many Lyrias there are, they're all you."
"You are Lily Zhao, my master Lily Zhao. But you won’t admit it, you pretend not to be my master—is that so I’ll keep hoping for you?"