Grand Return System

The Victor Who Stood Above All

Then—

His body split neatly into two halves.

Blood poured across the broken battlefield.

Terrifying immortal power surged wildly through his flesh and soul.

The immortal energy destroyed everything in its path.

His soul tried to escape.

It lasted less than a single breath.

Then...

It completely disintegrated.

The Butcher...

Had fallen.

Silence once again descended upon the battlefield.

No one dared move.

No one dared breathe loudly.

Everyone stared blankly at the lone figure standing amid countless corpses.

His midnight robes fluttered gently.

The First Mist Immortal Sword remained spotless despite the massacre.

It was as though even blood dared not stain it.

"This..."

Caelan Everwind’s face turned completely pale.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at Leon.

Then...

He lowered his gaze toward the broken sword still clutched in his trembling hand.

Even his Martial Emperor weapon had been destroyed.

His lips quivered.

His eyes filled with disbelief.

"The might..."

"Of an immortal sword..."

"It truly cannot be stopped..."

His voice was barely audible.

Now, with Leon’s unparalleled swordsmanship, the true power of the First Mist Immortal Sword had finally been revealed.

At this moment...

Forget late-stage Pinnacle Realm cultivators.

Even experts standing at the peak of the realm no longer dared challenge him.

Fear.

Real fear.

It seeped into Caelan’s bones.

His soul trembled uncontrollably.

Ever since he had begun cultivating...

He had always believed himself destined to stand above everyone else.

He had never experienced true defeat.

But today...

Standing before Leon...

He finally understood the meaning of one simple truth.

There was always someone stronger.

The realization struck him harder than any sword.

His confidence collapsed.

His spirit broke.

It felt as though decades had passed in a single instant.

Even his black hair gradually faded, turning pale from the immense shock.

His sword arm slowly dropped.

All strength left his body.

"I..."

His voice trembled.

"I... lost."

Caelan Everwind weakly lowered his arms and looked at Anna with a complicated expression.

The battlefield around him had already become a sea of shattered stone and scattered blood. The fierce winds that had raged moments ago gradually quieted, carrying with them the lingering scent of smoke, iron, and burning Mana. Yet none of that mattered to him anymore.

His eyes never left Anna.

For the first time in his life, the obsession that had driven him for so long quietly crumbled.

He no longer harbored any thoughts of making her his.

At last, he understood.

He finally realized why Anna had chosen Leon instead of him.

He had always believed himself superior.

Stronger.

More talented.

More worthy.

Whenever he looked at Leon in the past, he had seen nothing more than an ordinary cultivator unworthy of standing beside Anna. In his arrogance, he had assumed Leon simply avoided confronting him because he lacked confidence.

Now...

He understood how laughable that belief had been.

Leon had never feared him.

He had merely disdained fighting him.

The difference between them had never been small.

It had been overwhelming.

Whether it was strength...

Character...

Calmness...

Or unwavering confidence...

Leon surpassed him in every way imaginable.

Caelan slowly lowered his head.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

How could Anna ever choose someone like me...?

The answer had been obvious from the beginning.

He simply hadn’t wanted to admit it.

After one last complicated glance toward Anna, Caelan suddenly raised his head.

Without another word...

He turned around.

Whoosh!

His figure shot into the distance as he fled without looking back.

Everyone watching widened their eyes.

"F*ck..."

The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, it had been Caelan who rallied everyone together.

It was he who had encouraged them to surround Leon.

He was the loudest.

The most confident.

The most arrogant.

Yet now...

The moment he realized Leon was someone he simply couldn’t defeat...

He ran.

Without hesitation.

Without dignity.

Someone couldn’t help cursing aloud.

"Damn it!"

"You were the one acting so fearless!"

"And now you’re the first to flee?"

"What kind of joke is this?"

The crowd was both furious and speechless.

His actions instantly shattered what little morale remained among the remaining cultivators.

Fear spread through the battlefield faster than wildfire.

One cultivator glanced at Leon.

Then at the countless corpses lying across the ruined ground.

His face immediately turned pale.

"Retreat!"

The shout instantly awakened everyone.

If they didn’t leave now...

When would they?

As for the Eternal Genesis Pill...

Someone laughed bitterly.

Fight for it?

Whoever wants it can have it.

Keeping your life is far more important.

A heavenly treasure meant nothing to a dead man.

Even if someone managed to obtain the Eternal Genesis Pill...

They first needed to survive long enough to consume it.

With that thought...

Everyone reached the same conclusion almost simultaneously.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

One after another, figures transformed into streams of light, each activating their movement techniques at full speed as they fled in every direction.

The once-crowded battlefield emptied in moments.

Nobody dared remain.

Nobody dared challenge the man standing beneath the open sky with the First Mist Immortal Sword in his hand.

Leon quietly watched them leave.

His expression remained calm.

He had never enjoyed needless slaughter.

Those people had already lost the courage to fight.

There was no point chasing them.

Besides...

Someone else deserved his attention.

His eyes shifted toward the brilliant eight-petaled lotus drifting through the sky.

The Eternal Genesis Pill.

A faint smile appeared on Leon’s face.

Without wasting another second...

He circulated the Sky Sovereign Golden Eagle Sacred Agile Scripture.

Boom!

His figure instantly disappeared.

His speed became astonishing.

Like a divine eagle soaring through the heavens, Leon streaked across the sky in pursuit of the fleeing Eternal Genesis Pill.

Meanwhile...

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Authors Notes: Dear Readers, Thanks so much for joining me on this adventure! Your enthusiasm, feedback, and encouragement really keep me motivated to keep bringing *Grand Return System* into existence. If you’re loving the Chapters, I’d love it if you supported my book with a Powerstone, review, or even a Golden Ticket—it helps me develop as a writer and lets more readers enjoy the story. I look forward to hearing your ideas and thoughts, so please don’t hesitate to share!

With love,

Scoturn777

Creator of Grand Return System

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