All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

“This is all?” Valerius scoffed, stopping a few paces from the door. His wrinkled yet powerful hand rose, fingers splayed, ready to crush the small, flickering illusion before him. “Child’s play.”Pure fury radiated from the Grand Elder, an aura so vast and cold it devoured the corridor’s air, dropping the temperature to near freezing. His pale blue eyes locked onto the faintly pulsing crystal in front of Liana’s door, that tiny spark of defiance burning like an insult carved into his pride.Centuries of arrogance had sharpened his instincts yet dulled his caution. He felt nothing, no hint of the two killing intents that had compressed themselves into nothingness, hidden in the black shadows between the pillars. To him, there was only one offender, a rat foolish enough to defile the lion’s den.He reached forward, power coiling around his hand like a storm, And the trap snapped shut.Time slowed to a crawl.From the shadows to Valerius’s left, Orion didn’t strike, he breathed. A thin

Now there were only the two of them. Before them stood a simple wooden door. Behind it, a woman who had been a ghost in their lives for a decade. Behind them, a battalion of elite guards soon to return to their posts.Hope and terror fused into one, forming an emotion sharp enough to paralyze.Rayden and Orion locked eyes. In each other’s gaze, there was no doubt, only the same burning resolve. This was the moment they had fought for. The moment they had wagered their lives on.Orion stepped forward, hand lifting toward the door. Yet mere inches before he touched the pale wood, he stopped. He drew a deep breath, steadying the tremor in his hand.He turned to Rayden and in those pale blue eyes, all hatred, all rivalry, all bitterness dissolved. Only respect remained. Respect, and a sorrow that had weighed on him for ten long years.He stepped aside, opening the path.“Rayden,” he whispered, voice shaking under the weight of his buried emotions. “You do it.”Rayden stared at the door. H

“Ten years ago?” Valerius repeated, his voice trembling with rage and disbelief. He stepped forward, his once-majestic aura crackling like a storm desperate to reassert itself, refusing to accept the truth laid bare before him. “Impossible! Liana returned to us after the massacre! I saw her with my own eyes!”Lucen Dorne’s hologram laughed, a cold, echoing, indulgent laugh, as though he had just heard the best joke in the world. The sound bounced off the icy walls, mocking the Grand Elder’s arrogance.“Oh, Valerius,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension, like a teacher scolding his dullest student. “You, the great paragon so obsessed with purity and tradition. Your arrogance is your greatest weakness. You saw what you wanted to see.”Before Valerius could roar back, the hologram flickered. The empty room vanished, replaced by a brutal vision from the past, a spicerermony recording played with unforgiving clarity.It was a dark, chaotic night, the ruins of the Kalesvara Reside

“Ceremony?” Anya echoed, her voice barely a whisper in the suffocating silence. A terrible premonition crawled across her skin like a thin sheet of ice.The hologram of Lucen Dorne laughed, a light, almost pleasant sound that clashed horribly with the dread filling the room. “Of course. An ancient cerermony so terrifying that even that old dragon trembled before it.”He looked at them one by one, his cold eyes savoring every flicker of confusion and fear on their faces. “All of you, with your narrow little minds, thought the Eternal Pulse Crystal’s blood was meant to be consumed. You thought I, or Brahma Angkara, wanted Liana to drink it, or to devour her soul?” He scoffed, the sound thick with contempt. “Such primitive thinking.”He leaned forward slightly, as if about to reveal a grand secret. “Liana’s pure blood was never meant to be food,” he whispered, voice dropping into something deadly. “Her blood is a key.”The word “key” hung in the air like a cold blade. Not a resource, an

“You mean me?” Lucen lifted a brow in mock surprise. “I’m just a patient observer. I watched you fall from Brahma Angkara’s tower. I watched the Ashura Ring save your life. I watched Sylvan carry you into the Silent Forest. And I watched you arrive here, exactly as I predicted.”The feeling of being manipulated hit Rayden so hard it made his stomach churn. He was a pawn who hadn’t even realized there was a chessboard beneath his feet. The vast chamber felt as though it were shrinking, the ice walls closing in around him. The world that once felt wide suddenly became a cage, and he had just discovered that every step he took had been anticipated, guided, by an unseen hand.Anya and Orion shot him worried glances as the color drained from his face. They had just accepted him as an ally, as their final hope, only to watch him marked for death by a monster far worse than Valerius.“Your blood,” Lucen continued, his voice cool with a clinical fascination, like a man studying a rare specime