God-Tier Fishing System

Jasper's body was marked and bruised, sword wounds painting his skin like streaks of battle fury.

Each breath was heavy with effort, and with every movement, the pain hinted at his limits. Under these conditions, evading Ethan's razor-sharp sword was impossible.

"Is he going to kill me?!" Jasper's pupils trembled with primal fear, his survival instincts screaming.

"NO!" Seraphina's shout shattered the tense air, a desperate plea.

Yet the long sword in Ethan's hand did not falter. The sword force burst forth, striking with devastating precision, flowing vertically and horizontally from Ethan's poised form.

Jasper closed his eyes, bracing to embrace death—a warrior facing inevitable demise.

"Damn it… I only intended to protect Seraphina, to exhaust Ethan's energy, to test his strength. I never expected to lose my life here," Jasper muttered, bitterness laced in his fading breath.

"But even if he kills me, the Empress will not permit his impunity."

"Probably… not, right?"

Doubt crept in, a crack in Jasper's once unshakable resolve.

A sharp sting surged through his arm. Eyes fluttering open, he touched his neck, only to find his hands free of blood.

Then his gaze fell upon the gaping wound on his left arm.

Pain shot briefly before dull numbness gagged sensation—the limb was temporarily disabled by Ethan's precise assault.

A small mercy—so long as the arm remained intact, recovery was possible.

Ethan's mind swept as the sword's domain withdrew in a controlled retraction.

Now, pressing his fluent blade against Jasper's furrowed brow, Ethan spoke quietly, the blade feather-light.

"Am I qualified to judge your swordsmanship?" he asked.

Jasper, breath ragged, could only nod: "Yes…"

"I will spare your life today. Cross me again, and the consequences will be yours to bear. Next time, look down and speak carefully."

With that, Ethan sheathed his sword and stood tall, hands behind his back, gaze drifting upwards.

A crimson streak shot across the sky.

Lyralei collapsed to the ground, witnessing chaos lapping nearby.

Then her eyes shifted to Jasper, whose shame was palpable beneath furrowed brows.

"What happened?" she asked, ice veiling concern.

Ethan kept silent.

"I must bear responsibility," Jasper stammered, kneeling, head bowed low.

"I heard whispers of Ethan's strength surpassing the Sixth Prince of Vernal Dawn and sought to test him. No offense was intended."

Lyralei's eyes narrowed sharply. "Such arrogance. Apologize to Ethan."

"I have no desire to offend. Yet I ask your forgiveness, Junior Brother Ethan," Jasper said solemnly, salute rendered.

"Remember, no second chance. That warning stands," Ethan replied coldly.

Turning to Seraphina, Lyralei asked, "Have you told your Senior uncle all he must know about the inheritance place?"

Seraphina was about to answer.

"Thank you, Empress, for your concern, but it's not necessary. Let's go now." Ethan said calmly.

"Very well," Lyralei replied.

From a respectful distance, Lyralei observed.

She knew Ethan had deployed the fearsome Sword Intent Transformation Domain—a technique many ponder their whole lives.

Ethan practiced the Scythe, Spear, and now Sword, mastering realms beyond comprehension.

He wielded the Bow and Arrow as well, forming a terrifying quintet of weapon mastery.

"Such a monster is beyond all previous knowledge," Lyralei thought.

With time, the Azure Origin Dao Sect's fortunes would rise again under his hand—possibly attaining new heights of strength.

Though Ethan held complicated views of Lyralei, Seraphina, and the sect itself, Lyralei did not press him to assume leadership.

She simply wished him to remain within the sect's embrace.

Thus, when the conflict had erupted, she allowed it to pass.

As long as no one fell, no question would be raised.

She hoped this tolerance would ease Ethan's grievances.

"Seraphina," Lyralei commanded, extending her pale hands. "Take Uncle Jasper to rest. I shall guide your senior uncle to the inheritance place."

"Hold my hand; I'll carry you there." The Empress's offer was gentle yet powerful in presence.

Ethan smiled faintly, spreading his blue wings and effortlessly ascending.

"Let's go," his voice calm.

Lyralei hesitated, astonished.

Twenty years past, she had made a choice she now questioned.

Who could have foreseen Ethan soaring beyond all expectation?

Together they soared over rugged peaks, the warm light of a meteor guiding their descent.

They alighted in a valley, crisp air mingling with stone and secret.

"This canyon marks the entrance to the inheritance," Lyralei explained.

"Open it," Ethan commanded, awareness probing the formation's layers.

Lyralei's palms traced intricate seals, voices whispering spells.

A drop-shaped sigil blossomed on her brow, releasing a red beam that sought the fortress at the cliff.

Ripples warped the barrier, swirling into a vortex—the door opening slowly.

"The land of inheritance binds with restrictions," Lyralei noted.

"Those reaching the Tribulation Transcendence realm cannot enter here."

"This makes the trial deadly. Even I have not reached its end."

"The inheritance unfolds in three stages."

"First, the Bronze Man Formation;"

"Second, a confrontation against the condensed shadow of an ancient spiritual beast;"

"Only after overcoming these can one face the third level, the most challenging."

"The third level varies by individual and demands greater strength than one can imagine."

With warnings given, Ethan leapt into the swirling portal.

"Wait!" Lyralei reached out, voice imploring.

But Ethan was gone.

She sighed softly, withdrawing a radiant spirit armor from her sleeve—intended to shield him.

…..

Darkness and silence engulfed Ethan momentarily.

When his vision cleared, he stood in a narrow stone crevice, confining and tight.

White light streamed faintly from the cracks above, stretching for dozens of feet.

The narrow passage barely allowed movement—a mere meter wide.

He released essence and blood power to envelope himself in a protective shield, cautious in every step.

The path led past a dense forest to fresh water, then a low mountain with a faint light glowing at its peak.

Through the narrow mountain's mouth, the passage expanded gradually.

Hundreds of steps later, brightness pierced the gloom.

A shift unfolded—beyond the passage lay a secluded cave—

A vast stone forest rose before him.

Endless and bewildering, a tangled maze of jagged rocks and towering pillars that scratched the sky itself.

Ethan took a steady breath, steeling himself against the daunting natural maze.

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