I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Inside the main building of the White Pagoda, the space is so large that it's like another small world.

In the center of the hall, the enormous "Elemental Throne" floats in mid-air, with colorful magic pipes like thick blood vessels extending from the bottom of the throne, running through the entire tower, and reaching into the earth's veins and the sky.

However, at this moment, the three secondary thrones representing fire, frost, and soul had completely dimmed and shattered. The true forms of the four Archmages—Storm, Earth, Starlight, and Space—were firmly nailed to the remaining four pivots by invisible magical chains, becoming living fuel to maintain the operation of this massive device, unable to move an inch.

Chu Tian stepped over the fragments of the fine gold gate on the ground, his clear gaze sweeping across the main hall.

"Outsider, do you know what you're doing?!" The Speaker stood directly in front of the Elemental Throne, gripping the key seal representing supreme authority tightly. His face was pale, yet he forced a show of authority. "The White Tower represents the absolute order of the Elran magical civilization! If you destroy this place, the entire world will be plunged into an abyss of no return..."

Chu Tian didn't stop walking at all, nor did he have any interest in listening to his long-winded debate.

The ancient sword emitted a low hum.

Chu Tian raised his eyes, his tone as cold as ice: "Those who block my way, I will kill."

As he drew closer, the composure in the Speaker's eyes finally crumbled, replaced by a desperate madness.

"You forced me to this!" The Speaker slammed the key seal into the core of the throne, roaring fiercely, "Final Agreement activated! Throne upgraded—'Pseudo-World Will'!"

boom!

The Elemental Throne erupted with a blinding crimson light, and began to draw upon the magical essence of the four Archmages on the Four Directions Hub! It attempted to use the lives and rules of the four Archmages as fuel to forcibly condense a world-class suppressive force that surpassed any single entity.

"Chairman! You've gone mad! You dare sacrifice us?!" The Storm God roared in anguish, as the raging power of wind and thunder began to leak away uncontrollably.

"The White Tower can exist without a single Archmage, but it must never lose its rule!" The Speaker's face twisted in pain as he ruthlessly cut off the Archmages' escape route. "For the sake of order in Elran, my lords, die!"

Rather than be drained dry by the Elemental Throne as fuel, it's better to fight to the death!

Driven by the threat of life and death, the four Archmages unleashed their final frenzy. Unable to leave their thrones, they could only forcibly overdraw their remaining essence, pouring all rules and forbidden spells onto the sword-wielding man in blue through the Elemental Throne.

"die!"

The Space God struck first. The space inside the hall was instantly folded into a labyrinth of billions of layers. The distance between Chu Tian and the throne, which was originally only a hundred steps, was infinitely stretched and distorted, and his sense of direction was completely taken away.

The Earth God roared, raising the gravity within the central hub to its extreme. The heavy power of the rules, like a towering mountain, pressed down on the area where Chu Tian was located, even distorting the light.

The Starshine Archmage's eyes emitted blinding starlight, and a massive star disk appeared above his head. Countless star lines intertwined, forcefully predicting Chu Tian's future trajectory: "Every path you take is locked down by me! This is your inevitable death line!"

In that folded space and terrifying pressure, the Storm Mage released his essence through the Throne Hub, transforming it into countless formless and shapeless lightning blades. He abandoned the grandeur of magic, pursuing ultimate speed, slicing towards Chu Tian from all blind spots.

The four forbidden spells, perfectly combined. This is the terrifying power of the highest combat force in the magical world of Elran when they fight to the death.

Chu Tian was at the center of the vortex of destruction, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

The suppression of the world's rules still exists, and the upper limit of the sword energy he can mobilize is still firmly locked at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. But he never intended to use brute force to fill the energy gap, nor would he be intimidated by this seemingly grand magical appearance.

He took a deep breath, put two fingers together, and slowly ran them across the blade.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

The next instant, a clear, sharp sword light appeared.

Chu Tian concentrated his sword intent within a three-foot radius around himself. Regardless of how the outside world folded and twisted, he remained steadfast in his small space, lifted his leg, and took a straight step forward.

One step forward, one sword thrust down!

The sword tip was precisely embedded in a point in the void. That was the spatial anchor used by the Space God to fold the great hall.

Crack! The anchor point shattered, and the endless labyrinth vanished like a bubble. The nexus representing space exploded, and the Space God suffered a severe backlash. The magical chains binding him dug deep into his flesh, and glaring cracks spread across the entire secondary throne. He was covered in blood, letting out a mournful howl on the throne.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Tian flicked his wrist, and the sword, blade pointing downwards, slammed heavily into the ground. The sword intent of the extreme realm reverberated through the ground of the white tower, directly finding the pressure-bearing structure of the earth.

"break!"

The ground exploded with a deafening roar, and the gravitational field collapsed instantly. The Earth's pivot shattered, and the terrifying gravitational authority poured out, causing half of the Earth God's body to rapidly petrify and crack, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and his towering cultivation level plummeted like a flood.

Faced with the starlight judgment that predicted his fate, Chu Tian didn't even glance at it. A swordsman's sword cuts at the present moment; why should he care about illusory fate lines?

A pure and unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky, its unmatched sharpness piercing the Starshine God's sea of ​​consciousness through the reverse connection of the starlight.

Bang! The huge star chart floating above his head shattered on the spot, and the backlash from the calculation directly burned through his sea of ​​consciousness. He was pinned to the passenger seat, letting out a heart-wrenching scream, and dark red tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

Finally, there were the storm-like lightning blades that swept across the sky.

Chu Tian snorted coldly, his longsword flashing back, the bluish-white sword light like a cold moon, precisely cutting into the connection point between the Elemental Throne and the Storm Authority.

With a single sword strike, the main line of the Storm's Authority was severed!

The thousands of lightning blades, now out of control, went berserk, backfiring on the Storm Nexus and blasting the Storm Mage to a charred black. The raging lightning tore through his robes, but he remained firmly chained to his throne by magical chains, making even falling impossible; he could only writhe in agony in despair.

In just two or three breaths.

There was no earth-shattering energy clash, only an ultimate crushing victory achieved through skill approaching the Dao. The four Archmages, representing the pinnacle of the world, were swiftly and decisively stripped of their power nodes by Chu Tian's four sword strikes, completely destroying their very essence!

Having lost the support of the four Archmages, the Elemental Throne instantly entered an extremely unstable and out-of-control state.

"No...impossible!" The Speaker's mental defenses crumbled completely as he looked at the wailing of the Archmages scattered across the land. He lunged towards the core of the throne, his hands frantically forming hand seals. "If it's going to be destroyed, then let the entire capital be buried with the White Tower!!"

He's going to detonate the core of the throne!

Chu Tian's eyes turned cold.

Faced with the Elemental Throne attempting to mobilize the entire power of the rules of Elran to self-destruct, Chu Tian compressed the sword essence within his body, which was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, to its limit.

He slashed out a bluish-white sword line.

This sword line, as thin as a cicada's wing, ignored all the turbulent energy currents surrounding the throne. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, it silently sliced ​​into the deepest part of the elemental throne, precisely severing the elemental power bus that maintained the operation of the entire device.

Zheng—

A crisp snapping sound echoed through the hall.

The Elemental Throne, which had been expanding wildly and on the verge of exploding just a second ago, suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the massive throne. With a muffled roar, this supreme creation, which had ruled the magical world of Elran for hundreds of years, completely collapsed, turning into countless dull, lifeless crystal fragments!

Only then did the magical chains binding the four Archmages break with the complete shattering of the pivot. The four once-powerful Archmages collapsed like tattered rag dolls amidst the wreckage of their respective secondary seats, utterly devoid of any fighting power.

At that moment, the seven-colored magic pipelines running through the White Tower instantly went out. The elemental sea above the capital, which had just been forcibly boiled, returned to calm as the tide receded.

Behind the barricades of the abandoned mine tunnels in the Lower City.

A poor man who was preparing to use his own flesh and blood to block the magic knight's charge suddenly froze.

The knight's enchanted lance flickered twice before dimming due to the loss of White Tower central authority. The patrolling mages, high above, were horrified to discover that their prized standard staves, stripped of White Tower amplification, had lost most of their light, leaving only faint traces of their personal magic.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

The white tower, which for centuries had always shone brightly, always loomed over the lower city, and symbolized absolute power... went out.

The myth that had oppressed the poor for hundreds of years shattered at this moment.

Leah gripped the hammer tightly in her hand, and two hot tears slid down her dusty face.

With all her might, she hoarsely and fervently shouted out the words that would end the era:

"The White Pagoda—destroyed!!!"

boom!

The anger and despair that had been suppressed for countless days and nights in the lower city finally boiled over at this moment. People raised hammers, wrenches, and discarded chips, letting out earth-shattering roars, and surged back like a tidal wave against the White Tower guards who had lost central support.

Inside the main structure of the White Pagoda.

The ruins of the Elemental Throne lay scattered across the ground. The Speaker's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees amidst the rubble, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, his dignity as a ruler utterly shattered.

Chu Tian stood before the shattered throne, his green robes still intact, his sword lowered.

Just then, a muffled cracking sound, inaudible to ordinary people, came from the depths of space.

Chu Tian's eyes flickered slightly.

He clearly sensed that with the collapse of the Elemental Throne, a massive crack had finally appeared in the world rules of the Elran magical realm. The invisible shackles that had been suppressing him had loosened.

Chu Tian slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the white pagoda, looking towards the vast sky beyond.

A faint smile touched the corners of his cold lips.