[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory":3,"chapter-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-748":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1242354,1669,"Chapter 748: It’s Over？","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-748",748,"\u003Cp>The High Lord raised his holy sword high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mask tilted just enough to reveal a pair of eyes—cold, detached, utterly devoid of mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to chant, low and deliberate, like invoking some forbidden rite. The words were ancient, their cadence heavy with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the sword down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the blade fell, the world cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A force of apocalyptic magnitude tore through the air. Space itself split in two, a massive rift ripping outward across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave hit like a tidal surge, hurling shattered fragments of space like glass shards spinning through a hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ethan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was pinned beneath the weight of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure crushed down on him like a collapsing star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—crack—crack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bones screamed, snapping one after another under the strain. He hadn’t even been struck yet, and his body was already on the verge of being pulverized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spatial force unleashed by the holy sword had locked him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t move. Not even a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Emerald Castle forces were locked in brutal combat, overwhelmed and scattered. No one could break through to help him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the 98th floor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the entire battlefield was spiraling into catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant before the sword struck, the air froze—burning with heat, yet utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lord’s voice cut through the silence, flat and final:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—It’s over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan drew in a ragged breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced the last dregs of power from his body, igniting it like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The energy surged outward, forming a massive barrier around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword came down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier shattered in layers, like waves crashing against a cliff—each one breaking faster than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lasted less than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it collapsed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact slammed Ethan into the ground with such force that the entire floor of the Sky Citadel seemed to buckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the High Lord didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the sword again, golden light swirling around him, power gathering like a tsunami ready to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s breathing was ragged now, uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That last shield had drained everything he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more hit like that, and he was finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lord wasn’t even fighting with his own strength alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Sky Citadel was feeding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy in the air, the runes etched into the ground, the tremors in space itself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it was his to command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting the High Lord wasn’t just fighting a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fighting the Sky Citadel itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle no one could win head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword came down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan twisted his body with the last flicker of reflex, just enough to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden blade grazed his shoulder as it struck, tearing away a chunk of flesh in a spray of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d avoided the killing blow—but barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he had nothing left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feylora, drained from channeling too much energy, slipped from his back and collapsed to the ground, her breathing faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auri and Idra were forcibly ejected from his body, their forms flickering, too weak to even stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sky Citadel’s forces, fighting on their home turf, were drawing strength from every inch of the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emerald Castle army, by contrast, was faltering—growing weaker with every clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than half their number had already fallen. Their lines were breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this kept up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d be slaughtered to the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan panted hard, lungs burning, vision swimming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling fingers, he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a small, crystalline orb—clear as glass, but pulsing with a violent, unstable light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a core crystal, forged from the essence of multiple dungeon worlds—collected, refined, and compressed into a single bead of raw destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw, locked eyes on the High Lord—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hurled it with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion detonated midair, a blast of chaotic energy ripping through the battlefield. The shockwave slammed into the holy sword, knocking it back with a jolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, the High Lord’s attack was interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t flinch. Just sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Desperate flailing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power surged into the blade like a flood, brighter, heavier, more suffocating than before. The pressure it radiated was enough to crush stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this strike landed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan would be split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath came in ragged gasps. His knees buckled. He could barely stay upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced his system interface open, fingers twitching as he triggered a scan on the High Lord with the last flicker of his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Data streamed across his vision in a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of fine golden threads—barely visible—were woven around the High Lord’s body, stretching upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just decorative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were conduits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they all led to one place: the 99th floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lord’s strength wasn’t self-contained. It was being fed from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true source—the core—wasn’t here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was on the 99th floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroy that, and the High Lord would be cut off. Powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only shot they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan sucked in a breath, forced Auri and Idra back into his body, their weakened forms barely holding together. Then he grabbed Feylora, who was still barely conscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No,launched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became a streak of lightning, tearing across the battlefield toward the passage to the 99th floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sky Citadel soldiers blinked, stunned for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the laughter started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! He’s lost it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does he even know what’s up there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That place is a sea of raw power! Even we don’t dare step in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He thinks he can absorb it? What a joke!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s dead the moment he sets foot inside!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t chase him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As far as they were concerned, Ethan had just sprinted into his own grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead, the Sky Citadel army turned their full attention to the remaining Emerald Castle forces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And launched a full-scale assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan crossed the threshold into the 99th floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped in, the world twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no grand halls here. No towering architecture. No open space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire floor felt... compressed. Crushed inward by some invisible force, like the air itself had been vacuum-sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the center of it all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floated a massive golden sphere of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hung there, silent and still, like a miniature sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its light swallowed the entire floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ethan could even process what he was seeing, the pressure hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slammed into him from every direction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching. Violent. Merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a thousand suns igniting inside his body all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin blistered. His bones screamed. His soul felt like it was being peeled apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>",1154,"2026-06-05T15:15:48.805Z",1,"novelbin.me","a98baf93f6c70c92b367d33323b05e826889c24b81e750997f02ef1a2467305a","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-749","mystic-calling-stone-of-glory-chapter-747",1138,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmystic-calling-stone-of-glory-cover.jpg"]