God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 605

At this time, only the last layer of the seven-layer Fire Mirror remained.

Click—

A faint, brittle sound rang out.

Fine cracks spread across the final layer of the Fire Mirror like a spider’s web, each fissure glowing faintly with residual heat.

The three converging flame beams slammed into it again—but their momentum had already reached its limit. The Fire Mirror shuddered violently, endured for a breath, and finally exhausted the last trace of the flame beams’ power.

The raging fire scattered, dispersing into the air.

In the end, they still failed to break through Ethan’s defense.

"Blocked... damn it!"

Sylren’s golden pupils constricted violently, cold fury surging within them. A deep, feral roar escaped his throat as he opened his mouth and spat out a massive fireball, its blazing heat distorting the surrounding space as it tore straight toward Ethan.

At the same moment, Ethan retreated.

His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as his gaze locked onto the enormous fireball rushing toward him.

The jade knife in his hand rose into the air, spinning rapidly. Pure Azure Flame erupted from his palm and poured into the blade, dyeing it in blue tinged with killing intent.

"Go."

Ethan flicked his fingers.

The jade knife transformed into a blazing flame blade and shot forward.

When blade and fireball collided, the flame energies surged violently. The Pure Azure Flame did not clash head-on—instead, it spiraled. In an instant, the blade pierced straight through the center of the fireball.

The next second—

The fireball split apart.

A deafening roar echoed as the two halves detonated midair, waves of scorching heat rolling outward like a tidal surge.

Amid the explosion, the jade knife pierced through the flames and streaked toward Sylren with a sharp, shrill cry that tore through the air.

Sylren’s eyes flashed. He swung out his massive claws, iron-like light flaring as they collided with the knife.

Clang!

The jade knife was knocked aside, spinning away.

Ethan saw this—and didn’t care in the slightest.

A faint smile curved his lips as he turned around without hesitation and flew straight toward the final hibiscus fruit.

"This is the last hibiscus fruit—do not let him take it again!"

Sylren roared in fury.

Together with the two three-legged Golden Crows behind him, he activated their bloodline secret art. Golden flames erupted from their bodies as they burned blood essence without restraint. Their speed surged explosively, pushing past their limits in a desperate chase.

Just as Ethan was about to reach the last hibiscus fruit, his brows knit faintly.

Several familiar auras brushed against his perception.

The next instant—

A streak of golden light burst from the eastern side of the valley.

Phew!

The golden beam tore through the air, aiming straight for Ethan’s temple.

Ethan halted abruptly and tilted his head.

The golden light grazed past his face, missing by a hair’s breadth.

He turned around slowly.

Dozens of figures were charging toward him from a cave on the first level of the valley, their auras chaotic yet unmistakably familiar.

They were Ember and her group—the ones he had shaken off earlier.

Lunara was among them.

"Ethan," Ember’s cold voice rang out, laced with authority, "hibiscus fruit is a divine creation of heaven and earth. It is not something you are qualified to touch!"

In the blink of an eye, Ember and the others descended and landed not far from Ethan, forming a loose encirclement.

"Everyone," Ethan said calmly, his gaze sweeping over them with mild interest, "you were fortunate to find this place."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, "But judging by your auras... your journey here wasn’t smooth."

Several of them bore visible injuries. Their breaths were uneven, energy fluctuating chaotically—clear signs of fierce battles and narrow escapes.

"Haha, mere minor injuries," Sorrel, the eldest son of the Wind Sable Clan, snorted coldly.

"A few pills are enough to recover."

"Ethan," Eryon of the White Tiger Clan said icily, stepping forward, "you escaped by luck before. This time, you won’t be so fortunate."

Another voice rang out, filled with disdain and killing intent.

"Ethan, you slaughtered my Palace of the Four Cycles’ disciples and trampled upon our dignity."

Ember stepped forward, her expression glacial.

"I advise you to cripple your own cultivation, kneel and repent, and hand over all your techniques, elixirs, and treasures. Do that—and I may spare your life." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her golden-glass eyes gleamed like flawless artifacts, her features perfect and immaculate.

Yet now, that beauty was twisted with hatred, her gaze sharp enough to flay flesh.

"Otherwise," Ember continued coldly, "I will make sure you cannot live—nor die."

"I, Ember, always keep my word."

"Miss Ember," Ethan said lightly, cutting her off, "don’t speak so absolutely."

A trace of mockery flickered in his eyes.

"It’s unpleasant to be slapped in the face later."

"Shameless!"

Ember snorted, and a violent aura erupted from her body, surging outward like a storm.

At that moment, Lunara’s gaze drifted toward the hibiscus fruit not far away. Her pupils trembled slightly, a trace of suppressed joy flashing across her eyes.

The rumors were true.

The Training Trial Secret Realm truly housed hibiscus fruits.

Nine fruits in each cycle.

A sacred tree slumbering with emperor-level power.

And the three-legged Golden Crows, guardians of the hibiscus tree since ancient times.

Huh—!

A scorching wave of wind swept across the battlefield as three golden figures descended.

The three-legged Golden Crows arrived.

Sylren transformed into human form, his expression dark as he scanned Ember and the others.

"Golden phoenix... white tiger... wind sable..."

"Remnants of ancient bloodlines."

His gaze turned solemn.

Too many contenders.

Even for them, this was dangerous.

Especially with Ethan—this unpredictable human—already having taken eight hibiscus fruits under his nose.

A humiliation beyond measure.

"Your Highness," Sorrel said quickly, pointing toward the upper battlefield, "there appear to be people from White Emperor City over there."

"White Emperor City..."

Eryon frowned slightly. "Perhaps we could cooperate. That would make seizing the hibiscus fruit and the natural treasures here much easier."

Lunara fell silent for a moment.

Then she spoke evenly, "Cooperate?"

"The geniuses of White Emperor City are arrogant by nature. Alina and Veyr leading them... cooperation is unlikely."

Her gaze flicked briefly toward Ethan.

She understood his intent.

The more chaotic the situation became, the more advantageous it would be for Ethan.

Obtaining hibiscus fruit from the Palace of the Four Cycles was different to taking it directly from Ethan’s hands.

Lunara understood her position very clearly. On the surface, she was the saintess—but in truth, she was nothing more than a puppet.

Even if the hibiscus fruit was obtained, it would never belong to her. In the end, it would fall into Ember’s hands.

"The geniuses of White Emperor City, Ethan, the three-legged Golden Crows, and our Palace of the Four Cycles..."

"This situation is chaotic."