The Three Legends pressed forward. Lord Demon Shura emerged from behind the Five Gates, who were already struggling heavily under the relentless assault of the legendary trio. Descending from the sky, Shura stepped between his frontline lieutenants.

"I must admit, your parameters are truly extraordinary, Three Legends—champions who have shaken the foundations of the martial world," Shura declared, his voice cold and commanding. "Yet your struggle ends here. So long as you draw breath, I can never achieve my absolute ambition!"

That cataclysmic duel raged on for hours. Supported by the Five Gates, Lord Demon Shura traded blows with the Three Legends, their joint parameter exchanges generating shockwaves that rattled the entire continent and fractured the bedrock beneath their feet.

The Three Legends matched the combined might of the Five Gates and the Demon Lord blow for blow. The Saint Thunder Striker locked horns directly with Shura himself. Yet a subtle, fatal hesitation plagued the Thunder Striker: throughout the engagement, he repeatedly urged Shura to abandon his dark path and halt his global invasion.

The Thunder Striker appeared far more inclined toward negotiation than Saint Yonan or Saint Ganada. He sought every conceivable opening to convince Shura to cease his conquest.

Tragically, that hesitation opened the exact window Shura had been waiting for.

Shura feigned agreement, leading the Thunder Striker to believe there was still hope of turning him away from the abyss. Shura knew the Thunder Striker's true identity: Bagas, his former adoptive brother with whom he had shared a childhood under Grandfather Mahesa.

The core weakness of his adoptive brother had always remained identical—he harbored an enduring faith that Shura could be redeemed. Yet it was all a cruel theatrical performance. The moment the Thunder Striker lowered his guard, Shura unsealed his cosmic-annihilation spellwork.

Sensing the lethal intent, Yonan and Ganada intervened instantly, pouring their absolute parameters into a joint strike to intercept Shura before he could execute the Thunder Striker.

BOOM!

Yonan unsealed his master-tier spellcasting at absolute capacity, backed by Ganada’s ferocious physical onslaught. Ganada hurled the Five Gates backward, driving his fists directly toward Lord Demon Shura with unreserved parameter density.

Yonan’s cataclysmic spellwork unleashed widespread devastation across the sector, reducing thousands of dark operatives to airborne dust. Even Shura, who had not yet fully integrated the Blood Supreme, suffered severe internal trauma.

Yet it was too late. Before Yonan could reach his comrade, a massive dark blade pierced straight through the Thunder Striker’s abdomen. Bagas—the legendary Thunder Striker—had fallen victim to Shura’s theatrical deceit, blinded by fond memories of their childhood training and play.

That emotional appeal failed to move Shura in the slightest. His heart had turned entirely to ice, driven solely by a radical obsession with resetting the world through absolute destruction. He sought to forge a sanitized reality devoid of conflict, built upon the bones of the old world.

The Thunder Striker’s physical vessel began to grow cold. As Yonan’s internal reserves neared total exhaustion, Ganada stepped up, ordering Yonan to fall back alongside the mortally wounded Thunder Striker.

Yet Shura and the surviving Five Gates pressed their advantage relentlessly. Overwhelmed by the dark host's absolute parameter density, Ganada was finally cornered and defeated.

Severely wounded, Ganada managed to inflict heavy trauma upon Shura before collapsing. Realizing the grim reality of their situation, Yonan reached a monumental decision that would permanently alter the Thunder Striker's fate. He drew out a high-tier celestial artifact he had guarded in secret: the Soul Deep relic.

Before the Thunder Striker breathed his last, Yonan forcefully implanted the Soul Deep artifact deep within Bagas’s chest cavity, binding the celestial relic to his core.

With Ganada incapacitated, Yonan knew his own life was drawing to a close. The Thunder Striker had to survive to complete their unfinished mandate; he had to return one day to settle the score with Lord Demon Shura. Yonan vowed that the tragic error of misplaced mercy would never be repeated.

Unsealing his remaining life force, Yonan discharged his absolute final parameters. Ganada retreated slowly, dragging his broken body toward Yonan’s side.

Through a rapid telepathic link, Yonan imparted his final instructions: the battle had reached its terminal phase. Exchanging a silent, resolute nod with Ganada, Yonan concealed a sacred scroll containing their highest-tier martial inheritances deep beneath the inner tunic of the mortally wounded Thunder Striker, while the Soul Deep artifact began its slow work on Bagas's core.

Unleashing his supreme spellcasting matrix, Yonan channeled a dense current of atmospheric mana, detonating the entire sector where the dark legion was concentrated. A cataclysmic explosion tore the earth apart, inflicting severe trauma upon Shura as he struggled to shield his core from the blast.

Before executing his final, suicide-level spellwork, Yonan opened a high-tier spatial portal, casting the dying Thunder Striker into an isolated dimension.

"You must be the one to eliminate Shura! Train without rest, and seek out the edge of the world!"

Those were the final words etched into the Thunder Striker’s memory. Yonan’s final sacrifice had inflicted sufficient trauma upon Shura to force the Demon Lord into a twenty-year subterranean slumber, where he was compelled to complete his integration with the Blood Supreme in absolute isolation.

In that fateful moment, the Thunder Striker had been hurled into the Mirror World. There, he began a grueling, solitary existence defined by unyielding cultivation. Clasping the supreme inheritances left by his fallen comrades, he trained day and night while traversing the vast, uninhabited expanses of the glass dimension.

For twenty long years, the Thunder Striker remained completely isolated, with zero human companionship.

While life existed in abundance across the Mirror World, no mortal civilization inhabited its domains. To return to the physical plane and unite the fractured sects against Lord Demon Shura, he had to complete a singular, daunting pilgrimage: reach the absolute edge of the world.

"This is where I found myself when my two dearest brothers sacrificed their lives so that I might live—so that I might finally put an end to you, Shura!" Aji concluded, his voice echoing quietly across the serene expanse.

Shura stood in absolute silence, his jaw locked. The elusive youth who had systematically dismantled his global invasion across the five continents was none other than the brother he thought he had slain decades ago: Bagas!

How is it possible that the boy who should have perished in that cataclysm twenty years ago survived? Furthermore, Bagas had regenerated into a youthful physical vessel, rendering him completely unrecognizable. Over the decades, Shura had slaughtered and encountered countless cultivators, erasing the memory of the young boy he had once trained alongside Grandfather Mahesa.

Shura had even long forgotten why he had murdered the gentle old man who raised them. Grandfather Mahesa had merely wished to guide them toward a better path, seeking to demonstrate that true peace could be achieved without bathing the world in blood.

The two adoptive brothers had started from the same origin, only to diverge along opposing paths. One sought absolute dominion to enforce a cold, flawless justice through mandatory submission, while the other fought tirelessly to protect mortal freedom and stop his brother's madness.

Now, their final chapter was unfolding across an isolated dimension, free from external interference. Yet Shura refused to accept this reality. He had stood merely inches away from claiming absolute dominion over all five continents—only to be thwarted once more by the very person he hated most.

"Bagas! Send me back to the real world!" Shura roared, a dark, murderous rage twisting his features. "This is the paradise I have engineered across my entire lifetime! If you refuse to open the portal, I shall slaughter you right here!"

Consumed by blinding fury, Shura unsealed his absolute dark parameters. Volatile black aura surged across his palms, casting the sky overhead into a violent cycle of alternating midnight darkness and crimson light. He had entirely lost control of his emotions.

"Fight me, Shura! Prove that you are truly worthy of ruling creation!" Aji replied, stepping into a calm, unyielding combat stance. "I wish to see the true depth of the parameters you have cultivated over the decades—and test whether your conviction is strong enough to conquer the world. Show me your absolute strength!"

Aji Bagaskara refused to be deceived a second time by his brother's hollow rhetoric. He had lost too much; his brothers had laid down their lives to protect him from his own naive mercy. Twenty years ago, he had hesitated, nearly paying for it with his life.

He would never fall for Shura's manipulations again. The time for peaceful persuasion had expired long ago.

Aji had finally achieved the absolute peak of his lifelong cultivation. He wanted to measure his strength against Shura's peak state—it was his final, sacred mandate before his time in this world reached its natural conclusion.

Having assumed a youthful physical vessel as the ultimate reward for surviving twenty grueling years of isolation in the Mirror World, Aji was ready.

For two decades, Aji had walked a solitary path, mourning his lost comrades. Through endless meditation and rigorous training in absolute solitude, he had learned patience, discarding naivety and cultivating a profound, unshakeable wisdom that guided his every action.

He remembered every moment following Yonan’s desperate spatial banishment into the Mirror World. Awakening inside the desolate dimension, disoriented and mourning his fallen brothers, Aji had realized that returning to the physical plane required fulfilling Yonan's final instruction.

"The edge of the world... find the edge of the world!"

That single phrase had echoed through his mind. To return to his reality, he had to locate the absolute boundary of the glass dimension.

Awakening inside the Mirror World, Aji had discovered several sacred scrolls concealed beneath his tunic—the final inheritances left by Ganada and Yonan. His brothers had preserved their life's work, entrusting their ultimate techniques to his care.

He began his endless pilgrimage toward the edge of the world. Distance and time lost all meaning; he walked without stopping, training day and night to refine his parameters, master new combat forms, and decode the supreme inheritances of Ganada and Yonan.

Nothing else mattered. He had to reach the boundary of the Mirror World.

Furthermore, Aji could feel the subtle warmth of the Soul Deep artifact embedded within his core by Yonan. The celestial relic continuously nourished his soul, protecting his physical vessel from environmental decay and hostile parameter interference.

He walked, trained, and advanced across the boundless realms of the Mirror World, spending decades without counting the years. Yet he harbored an absolute, unshakeable certainty: at the end of his journey, Lord Demon Shura awaited him. He refused to falter, carrying the burning spirits and unfulfilled mandates of his fallen brothers within his core.

His comrades had sacrificed their lives so that someone who understood Shura's true nature would survive to stop him.

As the sole person alive who truly understood the depth of Shura's madness, Aji knew the responsibility rested entirely upon his shoulders.

No matter the cost, the pilgrimage had begun—and it would end here, where light and darkness collided for the fate of all creation.