From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

In the city of the Spirit Realm, Byrne Fischer gazed upon the members of the Fischer family.

The family history, spanning over a hundred years, had finally come to this point; with the help of the great Lord of the Lost, they possessed the power to challenge the pinnacle of the world.

And he himself needed to do one last thing to help them complete the challenge.

Only by stepping onto the higher steps of the God Pantheon stairway could all the favored clan and Blood Receivers be of any assistance to the Lord of the Lost.

That great undertaking would ultimately be realized!

"So, let Irene and I give you our Divine Power."

"This power will be enough for you to advance further up the God Pantheon stairway."

Then, Byrne reached his hand towards the sky.

And holding Chris, Irene also smiled and raised her hand, pointing towards the heavens.

People soon saw a dazzling black light slash through the sky of the Spirit Realm, quick and brilliant like a meteor, descending directly onto the Divine Temple at the center of the Spirit Realm City.

This light was imbued with endless mysticism and power; it did not come from the Spirit Realm, but from within Byrne and Irene.

For the power given by Karl was sent out, and both of their souls began to gradually fall into slumber.

Darren stepped forward, thoughts of embracing his father flooding his mind, but then he shook his head and smiled.

He looked into his father Byrne's eyes, and suddenly revealed a youthful, defiant smile, "Don't worry, father."

"The one who will win next will definitely be a Fischer!"

"We will pull down the Immortal Emperor of Lorne from his lofty throne and completely tear apart his arrogance!"

Byrne simply smiled and nodded slightly.

No matter how old Darren was, how strong he had become, or how much he had experienced, in his eyes, he was always his son.

Irene looked at Chris, holding his head as she usually did, and said, "Don't worry, we are just going to sleep for a while, and we will wake up again in the future."

"Mhm," Chris nodded softly.

He watched his sister go.

Though their meeting and reunion were very brief, Chris believed that they were destined to find eternal peace in the future, reunited together in the city of the Spirit Realm, gaining true tranquility here... forever.

Following this, Irene's soul gently departed, along with Byrne's soul, both sinking into slumber beneath the Spirit Realm City.

Another woman, incredibly important to Chris, approached.

This woman was none other than Vanessa, her soul too was here.

"Chris, I've missed you so much, Chris... Finally, we can see each other again."

Vanessa's eyes brimmed with tears, and Chris was shaking uncontrollably.

They hugged, silent for a long time.

"Mother."

Christine and Karno watched their parents reunite, and they too felt a profound relief, while Darren had already found his sister, Lian.

"We will eventually enjoy eternal happiness together here," Lian smiled.

"What if," Darren suddenly asked, "what if I haven't completely relinquished everything from the mundane world?"

"It's alright," Lian continued, "as long as you wish to descend, you can also have the chance... just like Grandfather Lucius, whose soul will return here sooner or later."

At that moment, the light within the Spirit Realm City Divine Temple flared up once again, and a cool yet powerful energy surged forth, like a gentle stream flowing into the bodies of every member of the Fischer family.

This power was both soothing and formidable, seeming capable of penetrating one's soul, awakening the most primal forces within their hearts.

Members of the Fischer family fell to their knees one by one, faces filled with shock and awe at the presence of this power, their bodies beginning to emit a faint glow, as if shrouded in a sacred halo, appearing completely rejuvenated.

"Now, you have been granted the power bestowed by the Lord of the Lost."

Lilian's voice once again rang in Darren's ears, her gaze sweeping across each member of the Fischer family, continuing, "But remember, this power must only be used to protect our homeland, guard our faith, and spread the glory of the great Lord of the Lost."

The members of the Fischer family stood up, their eyes full of resolve—they knew that this power was the bond between the Fischers and the Lord of the Lost, the weapon to overcome all difficulties.

"The great Lord of the Lost has heard our prayers and will grant us the power to conquer all obstacles!" High Priest Archer's voice was filled with excitement and resolve, "Now let us embrace this power together and prove our loyalty and faith to the Lord of the Lost through our actions!"

Among all the words of mysticism, only one term was truly divine.

That was "Covenant."

And the covenant that the Fischers had made with the Lord of the Lost from the beginning was bound to achieve great works through generations, fulfilling His majestic resurrection!

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Lorne Capital.

Most of the Empire's residents were hiding at home or gathered in churches, praying for divine protection.

They knew that this war was a matter of national survival and the fate of every family.

On the eve of the final battle, stark confrontation formed inside and outside the city; two irreconcilable forces awaited the ultimate collision.

The night grew deeper, and the bells of war had quietly begun to toll in everyone's hearts.

On the land of Lorne, ancient and filled with faith, the lights of household after household twinkled like constellations in the dark, the warm candlelight inside flickering, reflecting the faces of the devout and steadfast.

They bowed their heads, eyes closed, silently venerating the God of Reforging—legendary deity capable of melting the world's suffering and reshaping hope and peace.

"Great God of Reforging, we, the children of Lorne, seek your protection in these troubled times," a venerable voice, deep and strong, led the collective prayers, "Keep our land far from the ravages of war, our homes free from intrusion, and our spirits at peace."

It was as if everyone's spirit was drawn by an invisible thread, merging into a powerful stream of faith that transcended the boundaries of time, conveying their sincerest wishes to the God of Reforging.

The prayers continued, with each word carrying the Lorne People's desire for victory and peace, ultimately rising as an unstoppable force towards the heavens.

Suddenly, the sky burst forth with a dazzling light, like the first break of dawn piercing through the night. The people looked up only to see a brilliant column of light soaring from the center of the Imperial City, its radiance dimming even the brightest constellation.

Within this column of light was the Immortal Emperor of Lorne, clad in a battle robe that shimmered with flowing colors, wearing a crown studded with countless gemstones, like a war god emerged from myth.

All of Lorne seemed to tremble, the air suffused with a solemn and sacred aura. He raised his hands high, summoning the oldest and most powerful forces between heaven and earth. In the sky, complex and mysterious runes appeared, writhing and intertwining like living things, eventually forming a giant barrier, shimmering with rainbow light, enveloping the entire Lorne Capital and even the wider lands beyond.

"In my name, Light of Lorne, guard this land, repel all foreign foes!"

The Immortal Emperor's voice echoed between heaven and earth, each word like thunder, shaking the souls of everyone present.

At this moment, from the distant horizon, powerful energy fluctuations began to converge—the combined might of the Fischers and the Dawn Church's myriad strong.

The Immortal Emperor hovered aloft, his gaze like torches, watching over everything.

The decisive battle was about to begin.

His eyes suddenly revealed gears of yellow, and behind those colored gears there was a murky black light, those black rays filled with eeriness.

The Immortal Emperor murmured to himself:

"I will not fail."

"For, I have been guided by Him and His power... Yes, destiny is on my side!"