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Chapter 427 Temple Spirit · Nov 07, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: Mother 2026-11-07
402 Chapter 402: Family 2026-11-07
403 Chapter 403: Truth about the Haunting Dream 2026-11-07
404 Chapter 404: Five Enemies 2026-11-07
405 Chapter 405: A Cruel Fate 2026-11-07
406 Chapter 406: Mother’s Embrace 2026-11-07
407 Chapter 407: Leveling up Three levels 2026-11-07
408 Chapter 408: A Wise Boy 2026-11-07
409 Chapter 409 Lucien 2026-11-07
410 Chapter 410 Dark Elf 2026-11-07
411 Chapter 411 Miracle Pond 2026-11-07
412 Chapter 412 A Crazy Idea 2026-11-07
413 Chapter 413 Twenty Days of Torment 2026-11-07
414 Chapter 414 Divine Fragments 2026-11-07
415 Chapter 415 Entering the tenth floor 2026-11-07
416 Chapter 416 Level 6 of Adept Rank 2026-11-07
417 Chapter 417 Pillar of Divine Appraisal 2026-11-07
418 Chapter 418 Going Above and Beyond 2026-11-07
419 Chapter 419 A Threat 2026-11-07
420 Chapter 420 Entering the Pillar 2026-11-07
421 Chapter 421 Trial of Concepts 2026-11-07
422 Chapter 422 A Deadly Trial 2026-11-07
423 Chapter 423 Guidance 2026-11-07
424 Chapter 424 Enlightenment 2026-11-07
425 Chapter 425 Success 2026-11-07
426 Chapter 426 Mysteries 2026-11-07
427 Chapter 427 Temple Spirit 2026-11-07
428 Chapter 428 Broken Sword Moves 2026-11-07
429 Chapter 429 Grasping Truth 2026-11-07
430 Chapter 430 Authority 2026-11-07
431 Chapter 431 Declaration of Kill 2026-11-07
432 Chapter 432 A Complicated Situation 2026-11-07
433 Chapter 433 Original Master of the Tower 2026-11-07
434 Chapter 434 A Clash of Physical Strength 2026-11-07
435 Chapter 435 A New Master 2026-11-07
436 Chapter 436 A Realm Beyond the List 2026-11-07
437 Chapter 437 A Tough Situation 2026-11-07
438 Chapter 438 Korbin, 5th Seat of Demon Race 2026-11-07
439 Chapter 439 Too Strong Max 2026-11-07
440 Chapter 440 - 440 Korbin - Dead 2026-11-07
441 Chapter 441 A Sneak Attack 2026-11-07
442 Chapter 442 End of Craig 2026-11-07
443 Chapter 443 Still not enough 2026-11-07
444 Chapter 444 A Plan Against Monarch 2026-11-07
445 Chapter 445 Chamber of Concepts 2026-11-07
446 Chapter 446 Mysterious Dark Aura 2026-11-07
447 Chapter 447: Tomb of the Sword Saint 2026-11-07
448 Chapter 448: A World of Sword Concepts 2026-11-07
449 Chapter 449: Hands on the Sword 2026-11-07
450 Chapter 450: Concept of Severing Sword 2026-11-07

427: Temple Spirit

“Who?!” Max shouted instinctively, his body spinning around in full alert.

His eyes narrowed sharply, and in the dense, swirling grey mist that hung like a blanket over the eerie world, he saw them—two narrow, glowing red eyes watching him silently from within the fog.

They floated there, unmoving, fixed on him with a gaze that felt ancient and unblinking.

“What?!” Max gasped, instinctively retreating several steps back, his footing cautious but urgent as he readied himself for whatever entity this was.

The pressure he’d just endured still echoed in his bones, and now this?

Before he could brace for a fight, a deep voice echoed through the mist—calm, powerful, and oddly emotionless.

“Do not fear me, human,” the voice said, not with malice, but with the undeniable authority of something that had existed far longer than him.

Max’s eyes remained cautious, but his breath steadied.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice firm despite the lingering unease.

“I am the spirit bound to this tower,” the voice replied, the red eyes still hovering in the mist like two burning stars.

“I am the one who oversees every trial, every floor, every path.

I am the will of the Tower of Truth.”

Max’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t let it show.

Now that he knew what he was facing, his mind calmed.

He wasn’t dealing with an enemy—but a test, a force of judgment.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice composed now, eyes sharp and ready.

The red eyes blinked slowly, and the mist seemed to ripple as the voice answered.

“Your talent… is the greatest I have witnessed in the million years I have presided over this tower,” it said with a strange reverence.

“You have surpassed every trial.

You have endured the tests of body, mind, and law.

But…” the voice paused, its tone shifting slightly.

“But?” Max pressed, his brow furrowing as he stepped forward.

“But I have yet to see the limits of your talent,” the spirit replied, its voice heavier now.

“Even now, I cannot determine where your potential ends—if it ends at all.

And because of that, I cannot accurately judge where your place should be among the legends of this world.

You have passed all that was required… but you have not yet revealed your peak.”

Max’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued, his heart starting to thump again—but this time, it wasn’t fear.

It was interest.

“There are more tests,” the spirit continued, its voice rumbling like thunder behind clouds.

“Optional.

Dangerous.

Not designed for those who merely wish to pass—but for those who wish to ascend.

I am asking you… not commanding… to take them.”

“Oh?

More tests?” Max’s eyes gleamed with interest, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as intrigue took root in his mind.

A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Would these tests come with… additional rewards?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, voice casual but eyes sharp with curiosity.

“It depends on your performance,” the voice answered, steady and neutral, yet not without a trace of ancient pride.

“But yes, rewards are possible.

However, I must warn you… these tests will not be ordinary.

They are dangerous.

Extremely so.

Because the trials you are about to face have never been unlocked by anyone else in the history of this tower.” The red eyes in the mist glowed faintly brighter as it continued.

“You, Max Voidwalker, will be the first.”

Max’s expression turned more serious, his brows drawing slightly together as he absorbed the weight of those words.

The idea that no one—not even the legendary names etched into the top of the pillar—had reached this point stirred something deep within him.

“The one who built this tower… he created it to assess talent,” the voice continued, tone shifting slightly, as if revealing something personal.

“He wished to find beings of exceptional potential, even in this tiny, remote world, tucked away in the far corners of the mortal realms.

It was not for conquest.

It was for refinement—of his mind, and of others.”

Max frowned, a flicker of suspicion forming behind his sharp gaze.

“Wait,” he said slowly, the name slipping from his mouth like a question wrapped in caution.

“Do you… do you happen to know what race the original owner of this tower belonged to?”

“Of course I know,” the voice answered smoothly, with no hesitation.

“Primordial Race.

That was the race of my master.”

“Primordial Race?” Max repeated under his breath, his frown deepening.

He searched his memory but came up blank.

He had never heard of such a race—not in the Lower Domain, not in the countless histories or tomes he had skimmed through.

Could it be a race so ancient, so distant, that their name had long faded from all records?

Or a race existing in the Middle Domain?

“Don’t waste your thoughts over it,” the spirit said, clearly reading the confusion on Max’s face.

“Just know this—Primordial is not a title you earn.

It is what you are.

And the Primordial Race… is one of the strongest in all of reality.”

The weight of those words fell on Max like a stone, sinking into his mind.

He didn’t ask further.

He didn’t need to.

The voice continued.

“Now that your questions have been answered… the test shall begin soon.”

And with that final declaration, the grey mist around Max began to shift and dissolve like a vanishing illusion.

Slowly, the air cleared, revealing a new figure standing a short distance before him.

It was human in shape, wielding a sword—silent, still—but its features were completely masked, blurred by a fog-like distortion that clung to it like armor.

It was neither male nor female, neither old nor young.

Just a presence.

A challenge.

“This is the soul mark of a dead warrior.

You will have to defeat him,” the voice echoed calmly, as if it were announcing something as mundane as a training session.

Max’s gaze remained locked on the mist-wreathed figure ahead, unmoving, faceless, yet somehow exuding a silent, overwhelming presence that made the air feel heavy.

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