Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom

In the miniature realm, Enzo emerged from the profound experience of comprehending the Elemental Law.

Though the sensation of wielding the Elemental Law was immensely powerful, he found that he could only achieve this by having his soul tethered to the World Tree.Mastering it independently proved exceedingly arduous.

Yet, this could serve as a formidable trump card.

Because the diminutive world was now capable of subduing certain adversaries.

With this thought in mind, Enzo redirected his gaze to the Elder Deity crystals gathered from the Lord's Manor treasury.

He then commanded the avatar of the World Tree to commence absorption.

Surprisingly, the process unfolded with remarkable ease.The residual malevolent essence of the Elder Deity crystals failed to affect the World Tree and was instead assimilated as nourishment, leaving Enzo astounded.

However, he soon discerned a perplexity.

The absorption of the Elder Deity crystals enhanced not his corporeal form, but rather the avatar of the World Tree. The silver lining was that as the Elder Deity crystals were continuously drawn in, the spell he had previously nurtured became progressively refined. Upon the absorption of yet another Elder Deity crystal, a torrent of information surged within Enzo's mind.

He then plunged into profound contemplation.

Deep within his consciousness, the elemental forces of thunder, life, and space thrummed with vitality, intertwining in a complex and dynamic manner, accompanied by an enigmatic essence.

Enzo found it momentarily challenging to grasp, yet he resolutely committed it to memory.

Subsequently, he instinctively put this newfound knowledge into action.

Enzo's palm was gently raised, his fingers curling in a deliberate grasp before he waved lightly, slicing through the air before him. In an instant, the elemental forces around him erupted, coalescing in midair into an immense claw, shimmering with the silver brilliance of thunder and the vibrant green glow symbolizing life. It descended swiftly, leaving a vast afterimage suspended in the air.

Boom!

The small world trembled violently.

Upon the ground, a colossal claw print emerged.

Hearing the commotion, Bookstaver and Carol hurried over, their voices trembling as they inquired, "Enzo, what has happened?"

With a nonchalant tone, Enzo replied, "Just some insights."

His soul had returned to his corporeal form, while the Elder Deity crystals had been wholly consumed by The World Tree, strengthening its essence ever so slightly.

"Just some insights?" Bookstaver questioned skeptically, unable to accept Enzo's claim.

Though this small world was modest compared to the vast external realm, even overshadowed by a single city, its ground was extraordinarily solid. The stability conferred by The World Tree made any attempt by Enzo to alter it immensely challenging, even without drawing upon its power.

Now Enzo could achieve such a monumental claw print.

That was indeed astonishing to Bookstaver.

Equally astonished, Enzo began to grasp the nature of Thunder-Cracked Claw he had summoned. It was far from a mere spell and likely tapped into the divine arts associated with deity power.

This was a technique surpassing supernatural sorcery in strength.

This was capable of cataclysmic destruction with but a gesture.

Though Enzo remained uncertain why he had not ascended to deity status and lacked divine energys, this did not dampen his spirits.It merely signified that he had acquired yet another formidable technique.

If this move were to be used against Lovins...

Enzo's eyes suddenly ignited with brilliance as he chose not to linger in the small world any longer, instead returning to the external realm.

...

In Ambera City, at the Lord's Manor.

Upon returning from the Gwaihir family's estate, Lovins instantly sensed something amiss. He detected that the barrier he had erected within the treasury had been breached, causing his heart to clench with alarm as he hurried towards it.

Upon witnessing the guards sprawled on the ground surrounding the treasury, Lovins' expression darkened drastically.

He rushed into the treasury only to find it utterly devoid of any treasures, and his face turned ashen with fury. In a voice cold as ice, he muttered to himself, "Cursed be it! How dare anyone attempt to steal from me, Lovins! Such audacity is tantamount to courting death. When I capture you, I shall ensure you learn the true meaning of cruelty!"

Lovins raged and cursed profusely.

Yet, amidst his wrath, he maintained his composure.

He unleashed his vast mental power, enveloping the entirety of the Lord's Manor, yet he failed to detect any presence of an intruder, indicating that the thief had already fled.

However, this did not bear no fruit.

"Everything leaves a trace. Where there are traces, discovery is inevitable..."

A cold smirk appeared on Lovins' face.

He approached the lifeless bodies of the guards, grasping the heads of the fallen in one hand. A ghostly green light emanated from his palm, and as the light intensified, Lovins delved into the dying memories of the guards.

Despite the night being dark and visibility low.

However, the sharpness of Lovins' spirit was unmistakable. In the fading memories of a guard, he perceived a vague silhouette that had once been his nightmare.

"Enzo! Is it you?"

Lovins shouted in fury.

But in the next moment, he erupted into laughter, mocking, "You actually dare to return! Since you're back, let it be a permanent residence in the city of Ambera!"

With that, Lovins cast aside his concern for the theft from the treasury.

The treasures held little significance.

What mattered most now was uncovering Enzo's hiding place and capturing that wretch.

Lovins had long prepared for this.

He promptly summoned the upper echelons of Ambera, issuing his commands.

Thus, on this inky night, countless beams of light emanated from the Lord's Manor, connecting every corner of Ambera and forming an immense barrier that not only sealed the powers of the spatial elements but also materialized a shimmering golden wall, preventing any escape.

Then, Lovins ordered again, "Search! Tear Ambera apart if necessary, but find that scoundrel!"

This command sent ripples through all.

Enzo, now back at the Colombo Manor, was equally aware of the situation. He was somewhat astonished that Lovins' response was so swift, and the barrier encompassing the entire city of Ambera was clearly not hastily arranged. Lovins had evidently been planning this for a long time. His return seemed akin to walking into a trap.

Anarion, too, was engulfed in panic.

In comparison to Colombo, Anarion lacked experience.

Especially in the face of such a crisis, he faltered, anxiously turning to Enzo, "Brother Enzo, what shall we do... it's over, it's over... Brother Enzo, you shouldn't have come back."

Enzo let out a soft sigh, choosing not to comfort Anarion.

To grow, certain experiences must be endured to yield true rewards.

This night, however, was anything but tranquil.

Upon activating the vast barrier, the guards of Ambera began to mobilize, systematically searching every possible refuge of Enzo until the dawn of the next day, when their pursuit ceased, as Enzo boldly stepped forward, standing atop the statue of the Revered Deity, Anthony, in the central square of Ambera.

The Revered Deity Anthony, the inaugural steward of the Beast Temple, commands immense respect among the indigenous people of the Fierce Beast world.

Enzo's act was undeniably a provocation.

Especially as he called out to Lovins from afar, declaring, "Lovins, I have returned! This time, the battle from a year ago will determine our fates! I will sever your head and hang it beneath this statue!"

Arrogant! Presumptuous!

Upon hearing Enzo's proclamation, the residents of Ambera branded him a lunatic.

They sensed no trace of divinity in Enzo, whereas Lovins was an established low-tier deity. Such affronts would surely incite Lovins's wrath.

And an enraged Lovins would be all the more terrifying!

"What an utter madman!"

"He has desecrated the Revered Deity, provoked the lord—he has chosen a path destined for death!"

"..."

The citizens of Ambera engaged in heated debate.

Even within the Lord's Manor, Lovins overheard Enzo's challenge.

Yet, he did not respond immediately. His expression darkened, only to be quickly replaced by a strained smile as he turned to his companion, Cornelius, and said respectfully, "Your Highness Cornelius, that is the boy who killed members of the Gwaihir family."

Cornelius's demeanor remained calm, showing no inner turmoil.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he commanded Lovins, "Lovins, now that he has revealed himself, go forth. Remember, spare his life. I have no desire for him to perish so easily."

"Yes, Your Highness Cornelius."

Lovins nodded repeatedly before soaring into the air, approaching Enzo.

In a short while, Lovins arrived at the central square.

He gazed at Enzo, sneering, "Kid, after hiding for a year, you finally muster the courage to show yourself! But you remain merely at Level 9. What right do you have to challenge me?"

Lovins shouted loudly, his voice reverberating, shattering the buildings surrounding the central square.

Enzo stood motionless on the statue of the Revered Deity Anthony, seemingly unfazed by the chaos.

Then, he leaped down, landing firmly on the ground, and addressed Lovins, "Enough with the empty words! Lovins, this time your life will come to a definitive end!"

"Try to kill me, if you dare!"

Lovins's gaze was filled with disdain, yet a flicker of caution stirred within him.

Though a year may not seem long, for a talent like Enzo, significant advancement could occur in a mere blink of time, compelling Lovins to exercise prudence.

However, prudence did not equate to fear.

Descending from the air, he brandished a blood-red blade, exuding a pervasive scent of blood and an intense heat, as if it aimed to sear the very lifeblood from a body.

This blade was clearly no ordinary weapon.

With that, Lovins swung the blade with a fierce determination.