All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

“The descendant’s blood…”A chill that had nothing to do with the ice around him crawled down Rayden’s spine. That death sentence, spoken so casually by Lucen Dorne, echoed through the now-silent chamber.Instantly, every gaze in the room fell on Rayden. The elders, who moments ago held expressions of disdain, confusion, or pity for Valerius, now looked at him differently. In their eyes, Rayden was no longer just a misguided avenger or a lost relative.He was now something else. Something far more important, and far more dangerous. He was the primary target, the second key to an apocalyptic cerermony capable of reshaping the fate of the world.Rayden felt the shift. The pressure in the room changed. He was no longer an anomaly to be judged. He had become a valuable asset that had to be protected, and the most coveted bait.Across the chamber, Valerius stared at Rayden, his expression utterly broken. His arrogance had vanished completely, leaving only deep regret and the helplessness o

“ALL ELDERS, FOLLOW ME TO THE CAVERN, NOW!” Valerius roared, his voice hoarse with terror. He shot out of the collapsing hall, followed by the other elders whose faces were pale as death.Rayden, driven by instinct and the agonizing pain ripping through him, followed without hesitation, with Orion and Anya right behind him. They arrived at the entrance of the Ice Heart Cavern, where the two majestic guardian golems now stood cracked and broken, the light in their sapphire eyes flickering weakly.Valerius didn’t hesitate. He led the elders into the cavern.The sight inside was a nightmare.The cavern, once a sacred cathedral of ice, had become the epicenter of a storm of corrupt energy. The Ice Heart no longer emitted its calming pale-blue glow.The massive artifact now pulsed with a vicious blood-red light, like a demon’s heart newly awakened. Black, poisonous veins spread across its once-pure surface, pumping destructive energy throughout the valley.“FORM THE PURIFICATION SHIELD, NO

The air around them felt hot and cold at the same time, and the blood-red light from the crystal bathed their faces, creating the atmosphere of an extremely dangerous cerermony.“Now!” Valerius roared.With a single shared breath, they released their energies.From Valerius’s hand flowed a beam of deep blue light filled with the arrogance of a thousand years. But beneath it, there were cracks, guilt and a wounded pride.From Anya’s hand flowed a beam of pale blue light, sharp, pure, and disciplined like the edge of an ice blade.And from Rayden’s hand flowed a unique silver glow, the core of the pure Kalesvara ice energy, wrapped with the warm, adaptable life aura of the mortal world.The three streams of energy shot forward, but just as they were about to touch the Ice Heart, they clashed.BANG!A chaotic shockwave exploded, throwing the three of them back several steps.“Our energies aren’t aligned!” Anya shouted, trying to steady herself.Valerius’s arrogant energy instinctively re

The atmosphere grew even more somber. They no longer blamed each other, they stood united in facing this new crisis. Orion remained still in a corner, his eyes never leaving Rayden, who leaned against an ice pillar, his face pale, yet his gaze sharp as he listened to every word.Seeing the despair on the faces of his fellow elders, Elder Kaelan closed his eyes, diving into the ocean of ancient knowledge within his mind, searching for even the smallest spark of hope.“Wait,” he murmured. His eyes suddenly snapped open, gleaming with a light long forgotten. “There is one legend. A story our generation dismissed as a fairy tale. A forbidden text I smuggled from the old library before Valerius ordered it burned.”All eyes turned toward him.“The legend speaks of the ‘Flame of Life,’” Kaelan continued, his voice echoing with the weight of ancient ages. “Not a fire that burns, but the pure essence of life itself. It is said to have the power to reignite a dead soul, to restore what has alre

The scorpion shrieked sharply, then lunged with unexpected speed. Rayden used Shadowstep Without Trace, his body flickering to the side, dodging the massive claw that slammed into the spot where he stood moments ago, carving a small crater in the sand.The crystal tail swept like lightning. Rayden leaped back, the blade of his Frozen Moon Sword spinning to deflect the strike.CLANG!The sound of shattering glass rang out as his sword clashed with the crystal stinger. Rayden felt the force ripple through his arm. This creature was tougher than he expected. He couldn’t fight it with sheer strength. He needed strategy.He danced around the scorpion, his movements agile and unpredictable, dodging each attack while studying its patterns. He saw it, a small gap between the shell segments near the leg joints.When the scorpion lunged again, Rayden didn’t retreat. He surged forward instead, lowering his body.“Ice Art, Frozen Crescent Slash.”His sword swept in a beautiful silver arc, strikin