Todos os capítulos de The Cultivator's Revenge: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

The tower had changed. What once felt like a quiet sanctuary of memories now felt suffocatingly alive with bitter truth. The cold stone walls seemed to close in, pressing against their chests until even breathing hurt. The portraits of Liana that once glowed with warmth now looked like silent screams, pain trapped behind layers of paint, frozen in the shape of a gentle smile.Rayden stood still, but every inch of him trembled. The air in his lungs felt like shards of glass. His mother was alive.For ten years, he had wandered the worlds, seeking vengeance for a death that had never happened. And for those same ten years, the woman who had given him life had been imprisoned, here, beneath the same sky, in the land she once called home.“Where?” Rayden finally asked. His voice was low, the sound of a prayer forced through a parched throat.Orion turned. The gentleness that once haunted his eyes was gone, replaced by a calm that could cut steel. “Cloud Peak Tower,” he said. “Home of the

Rayden stood silent, the name hanging in the air like frost. “Lady Anya,” he repeated softly, his voice barely a whisper in the frozen hush of the tower. “She’s my overseer. But she’s also one of the council’s most loyal.”The doubt in his tone was thick and cold, like thin ice over a deep, dark lake. In a world that had just taught him loyalty was an illusion, trusting someone who embodied the very rules of the clan felt like suicide.Orion understood. He turned from the table and walked toward the narrow window overlooking the frozen valley. Across the shimmering expanse of the lake, the Silent Moon Pavilion stood alone, Rayden’s gilded prison.“Loyal to the council,” Orion murmured, almost to himself, “Or to the principles she believes the council represents? Those are not the same thing.”He turned back, his pale-blue eyes steady with the calm conviction of someone who had spent decades observing people without being seen. “I’ve known her since she was a child,” he said, his voice

After the longest, most tense silence, she finally lifted her head. She looked at the two men before her, and in her eyes, doubt had vanished, replaced by frozen resolve. She nodded, a small but decisive movement that sealed the destiny of the three of them."I will help," she said, her voice steady, no longer cold, but sharp like the tip of an ice sword."Good! We don't have much time," said Orion, his voice now calm and full of calculation.The tower that had once been a monument of sorrow had now become the pulsing heart of a taut conspiracy.Anya stepped forward, her ice mask back in place, hiding all the turmoil beneath it. The other side of her, an intelligent overseer and a rebel long suppressed, now fully took command."Valerius is a creature obsessed with order," she said, her voice sharp and efficient. "And order…" she paused, looking at the two men before her, "is a tyrant's greatest weakness."Rayden and Orion learned to trust her skill. On the table that had just been cle

Anya’s signal was a silent gunshot, the start of a race against time. Rayden and Orion, waiting in the blind spot at the base of the tower, moved instantly.“Fifteen minutes,” Rayden whispered, his voice barely more than breath, swallowed by the cold wind. “Go.”They shot out of their hiding place, two shadows dissolving into the frozen architecture of Cloud Peak Tower.The inside of the tower was a labyrinth of majestic menace. Wide corridors carved from pure ice glowed with faint blue light, and massive pillars reached toward the high ceiling like the ribs of a frozen beast. The silence was suffocating, so dense that even their own breathing sounded like thunder in their ears.Orion led the way, his movements light and sure. He pointed to a narrow service passage hidden behind a massive ice statue, a secret route only known to the upper circles of the clan. “This way,” he murmured. “It’ll take us straight to the third level, past two main guard posts.”Rayden followed without sound,

“Three minutes,” Anya hissed, her voice sharp and unyielding in the silence of the corridor. “Don’t waste them.”There was no time to reply. With the path open, the three of them slipped through the disabled gate, moving like shadows up the spiral staircase of ice.The silence of Cloud Peak Tower felt different now. It was no longer the stillness of reverence, but of menace. The frozen walls seemed to hold their breath, listening, watching, waiting. Every echo of their steps was swallowed whole. They were now in the enemy’s heart, the upper floors, a sanctum reserved only for the Grand Elders.They reached a landing, and the sight before them made Rayden and Orion halt.The corridor ahead was unlike the rest. Walls, ceiling, and floor, all sculpted from a single slab of black ice polished to mirror perfection. Their reflections stretched into infinity, distorted and ghostlike. The hallway was straight, empty, and far too quiet, leading to a single door at the end.And lining both side