Rising Fame!!

Leon said, "Are you all alright?"

The violent winds sweeping across the Land of Silence had yet to calm. The distant battlefield still trembled endlessly beneath the clash of ancient beasts, and every few breaths, another deafening explosion echoed through the mountains.

Yet amidst that terrifying chaos, Leon’s calm voice somehow carried an unusual sense of stability.

Fairy Fiona looked at him quietly for a moment before replying softly, "We’re fine. The battle just now didn’t affect us thanks to you."

Her voice remained gentle as always, but there was something else hidden beneath it now.

Relief.

The kind she herself had not noticed.

Leon nodded lightly in satisfaction.

Seeing everyone unharmed, the tension in his heart eased slightly. Although he rarely showed concern openly, these people had ultimately traveled together with him through the Land of Silence. If something truly happened while he was away, it would become troublesome.

Nearby, Jadis finally let out a long breath after seeing Leon safely return.

"Phew... Fellow Cultivator, you’re finally back!"

The old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead dramatically before continuing with a bitter smile,

"My heart is a little fragile at my age. If I can’t catch my breath one day and die here, how am I supposed to justify it to my sect?"

The surrounding disciples nearly laughed out loud.

Even Fiona lowered her head slightly, unable to suppress a faint smile.

Leon himself chuckled softly.

He genuinely had not expected Jadis to possess such humor despite his dignified appearance.

"You flatter me too much, Senior Jadis," Leon replied calmly.

"No, no, no..."

Jadis waved his hands repeatedly.

"I’m convinced today! Just now, as Fiona said, Fellow Cultivator’s sword strike could be called earth-shattering. After this battle, Fellow Cultivator’s reputation will probably spread throughout the entire Forsaken domain ."

His tone carried sincere admiration.

These were not empty compliments.

Everyone present had witnessed it personally.

Leon had injured the Inferno Swift Bird with a single sword strike.

A sage Realm expert forcing back an ancient pinnacle beast.

Such a thing sounded ridiculous even as a legend.

Yet they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

And that made it even more terrifying.

The surrounding cultivators unconsciously looked toward Leon again.

His midnight robes fluttered gently in the cold wind. Long black hair rested over his shoulders while faint traces of purple sword intent still lingered around him.

At this moment, he truly resembled a hidden Sword Monarch who had stepped out from ancient myths.

"Haha..."

Leon only smiled faintly.

He had never cared much about reputation.

Fame sounded glorious, but it also brought endless trouble.

More attention.

More enemies.

More meaningless challenges from arrogant geniuses trying to use his name as a stepping stone.

He found such things troublesome.

What truly interested him was whether his sword had improved.

Whether he had grown stronger.

Whether he could survive the terrifying future waiting ahead.

As for fame?

It was merely noise.

Just now, he had only wanted to test the true power of the Sky split Strike after comprehending the Font Sword Art.

Nothing more.

Whether he defeated the Inferno Swift Bird or not had never mattered much to him.

If he truly cared about reputation, he would not have risked making a move at all.

After all, if he succeeded, people would praise him.

But if he failed?

The same people would mock him as arrogant, ignorant, and overestimating himself.

Human nature had always been like that.

Fortunately...

The outcome was not bad.

"What reputation? I don’t care."

Leon’s voice remained indifferent as he slowly raised his gaze toward the distant Southern Ridge battlefield.

The terrifying clashes continued endlessly in the thick fog.

The old earth spiky turtle’s furious roars shook the heavens while the Inferno Swift Bird, Earth Kong, and The Smoke darke Lion attacked from different directions like ancient calamities descended upon the world.

The copper coffin atop the turtle’s shell occasionally released faint golden light through the mist.

Leon narrowed his eyes slightly.

"At this moment," he continued softly, "what I’m more concerned about is what treasure is hidden in that copper coffin that can attract three pinnacle ferocious beasts at the same time."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere became heavier.

Even the surrounding disciples subconsciously looked toward the distant battlefield again.

Yes.

Compared to Leon’s fame...

That mysterious copper coffin was the true source of this disaster.

Jadis stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"I don’t know either."

He shook his head slowly.

"This giant turtle has appeared for many days now. Until today, no one knows the secret hidden within that copper coffin."

As he spoke, another explosion erupted in the distance.

Boom!

The mountains shook violently.

Several nearby cliffs collapsed from the shockwaves.

Jadis sighed deeply.

"However... if even ancient beasts like these are willing to risk their lives fighting over it, the treasure inside is definitely not simple."

Leon nodded slightly.

Naturally, he had already guessed as much.

Ancient ferocious beasts possessed instincts far sharper than humans.

Anything capable of driving them into such madness could not possibly be ordinary.

His purple eyes flickered thoughtfully.

Could it be an ancient inheritance?

A supreme artifact?

Or perhaps...

Something even older?

Beside him, Fiona quietly observed Leon’s side profile.

The cold wind lifted strands of his black hair while the purple glow within his eyes reflected the battlefield in the distance.

Unknowingly, her gaze lingered longer than intended.

This man...

The more she understood him, the harder he became to comprehend.

He possessed terrifying talent.

Overwhelming strength.

Yet he lacked the arrogance most geniuses carried.

He did not become intoxicated by fame.

Nor did he seek praise from others.

It was as if he walked entirely according to his own heart.

That calm indifference...

Was strangely attractive.

Fiona suddenly realized she had been staring for too long.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly before she quietly looked away.

At the same time—

Harry Taylor was watching the two from nearby with an increasingly strange expression.

Then he leaned closer to one of the Soft water Divine sect disciples and whispered,

"Do you feel it too?"

The disciple blinked.

"Feel what?"

Harry grinned mischievously.

"The atmosphere."

The disciple instantly understood.

His eyes widened slightly.

Not far away, even Jadis silently coughed into his sleeve while pretending not to notice anything.

Yet the two people involved remained completely unaware.

Or perhaps...

Neither wished to acknowledge it yet.

Boom!!!

A world-shaking explosion suddenly interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

The battlefield erupted again.

Within the chaotic mist, the three ferocious beasts launched another simultaneous assault against the old earth spiky turtle.

The Inferno Swift Bird descended from above with blazing flames.

Earth Kong smashed downward with its black iron rod.

Meanwhile, The Smoke darke Lion unleashed violent lightning across the heavens.

The entire sky seemed ready to collapse.

Their goal was obvious.

They wanted to knock down the copper coffin resting atop the turtle’s shell.

But—

The old turtle was terrifyingly powerful.

Even while facing three pinnacle beasts simultaneously, it remained astonishingly calm.

Its gigantic body radiated ancient runes while thick earth-colored barriers continuously formed around its shell.

Every attack capable of destroying mountains only forced it backward slightly.

Nothing more.

"Unbelievable..."

One disciple muttered blankly.

"How strong is that old turtle exactly?"

Nobody answered.

Because nobody knew.

As everyone continued watching the battle in stunned silence, more and more cultivators gradually rushed toward the Land of Silence.

Streams of light crossed the skies endlessly.

Some came from nearby sects.

Others were wandering cultivators attracted by the shocking commotion.

Even powerful hidden experts began appearing one after another.

No one wished to miss such a terrifying event.

The air gradually became colder.

Night slowly faded.

And yet—

The battle still did not stop even when the sky gradually brightened.