An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Zeus was dead. The royal god of the Hall of Gods had rampaged through Dragonmarsh for days before finally meeting his end here. His body was utterly obliterated.

He had reached a fully developed ultimate grandmaster realm, with only a single step separating him from the realm of terrestrial immortals. Yet that single step proved to be an insurmountable chasm.

No matter how powerful he was or how deep his foundations were, he remained powerless before that final barrier. In truth, that single step had blocked his path for decades.

When Zeus learned that Dustin had successfully broken through to the next realm, it broke his spirit. Eventually, he died with bitter resentment.

“It’s finally over,” Grace said.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she gazed at Zeus’ scattered remains. The past few days of dealing with Zeus and Hera had left her mentally and physically drained.

During that time, she couldn’t afford a single mistake. She had to rely on her silver tongue to convince the two royal gods to believe her words.

What appeared simple was actually layers upon layers of calculation, where every moment tested her resolve. Any sign of weakness or guilt could have brought catastrophic disaster.

Fortunately, she succeeded in the end.

Through sheer intellect, she had bought Dustin enough time to complete his breakthrough and successfully resolve the crisis.

“I can’t thank you enough. Otherwise, I would’ve been dead,” Dustin said, turning toward Grace.

was in the cave, his divine consciousness could

depended entirely on her strategic planning and desperate

let her down. He’d broken through at

won’t fare any better, so there’s no need to

is barely hanging on. What do you need me to

are dead, the Hall of Gods still has operatives

here on out,”

beyond mere cooperation and was now bound by life and death. Why wouldn’t he trust a friend who could entrust her country’s fate and her life

just broke through. Are you sure your body can handle it?” Grace

of nature. As long as the spiritual energy of

grandmaster and a terrestrial

their own internal energy reserves. The more condensed and pure that energy became, the more devastating their

there was no such limitation. They were no longer confined to their internal energy. Instead, they could directly use the spiritual energy

Their every movement channeled the raw forces of creation,

what made them “immortal”. In that realm, one could no longer be called mortal since they had become what countless beings would revere

use of natural spiritual energy could trigger

more they fought, the more likely they

just broken through and faced no immediate risk. Only

we should strike while the iron is hot