Limitless Cultivation: I Can Master Every Profession!-Chapter 238: Calamity 7

Chapter 238: Calamity 7

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The voice did not come from any precise direction, yet it seemed to envelop the entire space, as if it had always been there.

The headmaster couldn’t sense any other presence nearby, and the same seemed true for the creature, which shuddered for a moment at the sound of the voice.

He was in no condition to search for its source, but there was no need to. The voice felt familiar, so familiar that he was almost certain he had heard it not long ago.

And indeed, as if answering his doubts, another change occurred in the environment, and soon a line appeared in the sky, close to their position.

The line expanded vertically for about two meters before tearing apart the very fabric of reality and opening up like a chasm.

That sight sent chills down the headmaster’s spine, as he understood what that technique could be, and precisely because he understood it, he knew how difficult it was to accomplish something like that.

If he had attempted it at his current level, with almost absolute certainty, he would have been crushed by the power of space, with little to no chance of coming out alive.

This was one of the main differences between an early stage Spirit Realm cultivator and one at an advanced stage.

The creature, also sensing the fracture, seemed to stiffen, but soon went on full alert, ready to react to anything.

But it was all in vain, because a hand emerged from the fracture, and before the headmaster even had time to register what was happening, the creature that had been near him just moments ago found itself in the grasp of that slender yet beautiful hand, its palm closed tightly around the creature’s neck.

The scene left the headmaster breathless once again, as he watched the creature struggle in vain to break free from the grip.

"Sorry for interrupting your fun, but I’ll be taking this one," the voice echoed once more, and before the headmaster could even say a single word,

the hand withdrew, and with it the creature that, against its will, could not resist the pull from the other side and was sucked into the spatial rift.

As soon as it entered, the crack sealed itself, and within a few seconds it vanished, leaving everything intact as before, with the sole exception that now there was only one person left in the area, the academy’s headmaster, still struggling to process what had just happened.

Then his shock subsided, and he let out a tired sigh as he muttered,

"Haa... that woman never fails to surprise me. Just what level has she reached?" he murmured to himself, wondering whether he would ever reach such a level, one where he could treat experts at the peak of the second stage as if they were powerless chickens.

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Meanwhile, beyond the mountain range, in the frozen lands,

the army of the three empires found itself engaged in yet another grueling battle against the corrupted creatures, only this time they were not gaining the upper hand.

The last time they had faced the beasts, they’d struggled, but overall had held their ground. This time, however, losses came faster and faster. Even though the enemy’s casualties were higher, their sheer numbers were staggering, crushing the soldiers at every turn.

Desperation showed on every face as they charged headlong into the sea of beasts, creatures that, unlike them, felt no fear of injury, no fear of losing a limb, no fear of death itself.

They were like creatures without consciousness, driven solely by the instinct to attack and flay their opponents.

This caused many beasts to die easily, but it also meant that the pressure the army of the three empires had to endure was several times greater than before.

And as if that weren’t enough, what further worsened morale was the part of the battlefield where the three emperors were fighting.

Unlike the rest of the army, they were facing a single being at the peak of the third stage, which, despite being at the same level as them, was withstanding the combined attacks of all three.

The battlefield here was on an entirely different level.

The destruction was immense.

It stretched in every direction for dozens upon dozens of kilometers, like an open scar across the frozen lands. Mountains were torn open, forests reduced to blackened skeletons, the ground itself fractured and boiling under the impact of energies that should have belonged only to legends.

The thunderous clashes echoed without pause, shockwaves that made both air and ground tremble, as enormous quantities of spiritual energy were hurled back and forth, slicing through space like invisible blades.

The sky, already permanently overcast in that region, had become a writhing mass of black and purple clouds. Lightning snaked through them, briefly lighting up the relentless storm and plunging the battlefield into an even greater sense of chaos and oppression.

High above, amid the swirling clouds, a colossal figure dominated the skies.

A dragon.

Its serpentine body stretched for hundreds of meters, coiling around itself as it cut through the air with slow, majestic movements, as if the sky itself belonged to it. Its scales were a deep black, streaked with incandescent crimson red, like molten metal. Dark flames dripped from its jaws and along its horns, and every roar made the atmosphere vibrate and shattered whatever still remained intact on the ground.

It was Long Yan, the Beast Emperor, in his bestial form, majestic and terrifying, a living incarnation of destruction.

Below him, on the devastated battlefield, two other presences drew the eye.

One was the Elf Queen.

Her body was suspended midair, wrapped in an ethereal light, as if she were no longer bound by the laws of the mortal world. Long hair floated without wind, and from her eyes emanated a glacial calm, distant, almost divine.

Behind her stood a veiled figure.

Imposing.

Three pairs of arms spread out at her sides, each carrying a different aura, while two enormous pairs of ethereal wings slowly unfurled, radiating a soft yet oppressive light. Despite her immaterial appearance, her presence was crushing, as though the space around her were forced to bend.

And at the center of this battle formation stood

the Human Emperor.

Suspended in the air, he directly faced the enemy.

Around him, dozens of gigantic swords floated silently, each different in shape, engravings, and materials, yet all emanating monstrous power.

Some were broad and brutal, others slender and razor-sharp. Ancient runes glowed along the blades, and every sword vibrated slightly, as if alive, eager to be unleashed.

It was as though an entire divine arsenal had been summoned around him.

Every breath he took made the swords sway.

Every glance aligned them.

Three powers.

Three existences capable of rewriting the fate of entire races,

and yet these very presences now found themselves struggling against a single enemy.