Chapter 341: SPACE-TIME TRANSCENDENCE

"And how do you know that?" Chen Ye asked, a deep frown creasing his forehead, his brows furrowing in denial as he refused to accept the words."Don’t let your judgment be blinded," Reign interjected unapologetically, his voice steady and pragmatic.

"You have eyes, don’t you? The stab wound is spreading. Whatever attack was used on him doesn’t seem like it can be treated. Just let him provide useful information. At least he can be useful in something." His words cut through the tension like a blade, devoid of sympathy.

"Don’t you dare speak of my brother like that!" Chen Ye roared, his fury exploding as he threw a powerful blow toward Reign, his fist cutting through the air with destructive intent.

Reign, reacting quickly, blocked the blow with crossed arms, the impact sending shockwaves through his body as he retreated backward, his feet skidding across the debris-strewn ground.

"Do you really want to do that now?" Reign asked, a frown etching his features, his posture defensive yet composed amid the simmering conflict.

"There is no need for that, brother," Chen Wo interceded amid the pain he was feeling, his voice strained but insistent, each word a battle against the encroaching darkness.

"Plus, he is right. I can feel it already. I’m going to die anyway." The agony twisted his insides, but he pushed through, determined to ease the tension.

Chen Ye clutched his hand tightly until fresh blood flowed from his palm where his nails dug in, his face contorting into one of pure anger, veins bulging on his forehead as emotions warred within him.

Reining in his turbulent emotions with visible effort, he nodded his head slowly, granting permission for Chen Wo to speak, the gesture heavy with unspoken grief as he braced for what might be his brother’s final words.

"He stood in the eternal heavens realm. I couldn’t perfectly sense his realm, but I believe he is close to the mythic heaven realm," Chen Wo explained, his voice weak and interrupted by violent coughs that wracked his frail body.

"What does that mean?" Reign asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, feeling like the only one still grasping for clarity amid the heavy atmosphere.

"It means he has grown stronger. He is close to being in the same rank as us," Chen Ye muttered, a deep frown etching lines across his stern face as he absorbed the weight of the information his brother had just shared.

"That’s not even possible. The last time we saw him, he wasn’t even close. There is no way he can be that strong already," Reign denied the revelation outright, his tone laced with disbelief and a hint of frustration that echoed in the dim chamber.

"And the last time we saw him, this galaxy hadn’t shrunk to this extent," Chen Ye replied calmly, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the vast changes that had reshaped their world.

"Are you trying to say...," Reign trailed off, his voice dropping as the implications began to dawn on him like a shadow creeping across the horizon.

"Indeed." Chen Ye nodded his head solemnly, the gesture firm and resolute in the tense silence that followed.

The look on Reign’s face was enough to convince him that he was fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

His features twisted with realization, eyes widening slightly under the flickering light that danced on the ancient stone walls around them.

"That bastard," Reign spat, his words dripping with venom, fists clenching at his sides as anger surged through him like a turbulent storm.

"We need to get him as soon as possible. That’s our advantage against him, our strength," Chen Ye explained, his voice steady but laced with urgency, emphasizing the narrow window of opportunity they still held in their grasp.

"We will get him. But before then, spend the last time with your brother. He doesn’t seem to have a lot of time left," Reign informed Chen Ye, his tone softening just a fraction as he glanced at the ailing figure before turning away, his footsteps echoing faintly as he took his leave from the somber room.

Chen Ye remained with Chen Wo, a bitter look clouding his usually composed expression, the air thick with unspoken regrets and the faint scent of medicinal herbs that lingered from earlier attempts to ease his brother’s pain.

The two brothers stayed together in that quiet space, no one uttering a single word.

The silence wrapped around them like a comforting yet melancholic shroud, allowing memories to surface unbidden.

They simply remained in each other’s company, reminiscing about their past while embracing the silence that spoke volumes of their shared history.

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"Old man. I’m back," Aaron announced as he arrived at the amphitheater again, his presence bursting with renewed energy that seemed to illuminate the grand, weathered stone structure under the ethereal glow of the surrounding lights.

"You came back sooner than expected," Dracula muttered, his ancient voice carrying a mix of surprise and intrigue, eyes scanning the young man from his elevated seat amid the tiered rows that whispered of forgotten spectacles.

"When you are smart, you tend to arrive quicker," Aaron smiled broadly, staring at Dracula with unshakeable confidence that radiated from his posture, standing tall and poised like a conqueror returning from triumph.

"Hmm? Your eyes..." Dracula noted, leaning forward slightly, his sharp gaze catching the subtle shift in Aaron’s demeanor, a glint of something otherworldly now shimmering in those once-ordinary orbs.

"Finally noticed, huh. That’s not the only thing different about me," Aaron bragged, his grin widening with pride.

Unable to control his curiosity any longer, Aaron quickly browsed through the new transcendent talents he had acquired, his mind racing with excitement as the descriptions unfolded like ancient scrolls revealing secrets of the cosmos.

Transcendent Talent:

[Space Time Transcendence]

You have merged the twin pillars upon which all existence is scaffolded, blending the fundamental forces that govern the fabric of reality into a seamless whole under your command.

Time no longer flows independently, unbound by the whims of fate or the pull of destiny.

Space no longer stretches freely, expanding or contracting at your mere thought, reshaping distances as if they were mere illusions.

Both now orbit your existence, circling like devoted satellites drawn to the gravity of your unparalleled will.

You are the junction where when and where collapse into a single absolute truth, a nexus point that defies the ordinary laws binding lesser beings.

Events do not occur in spacetime. you permit spacetime to host events, granting permission to the universe itself to unfold as you deem fit.

"You do not move through the universe. The universe moves to accommodate you," the words echoed in his mind, a profound declaration of his elevated status among the stars.