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Chapter 226: The Prodigy Banquet [Part 2] · Nov 15, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet 2026-11-15
202 Chapter 202: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 2] 2026-11-15
203 Chapter 203: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 3] 2026-11-15
204 Chapter 204: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 4] 2026-11-15
205 Chapter 205: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 5] 2026-11-15
206 Chapter 206: The Second Divine Demon Challenges the Everlasting Puppet [Part 6] 2026-11-15
207 Chapter 207: The Patriarch Emerges 2026-11-15
208 Chapter 208: The Patriarch Emerges [Part 2] 2026-11-15
209 Chapter 209: The Patriarch’s Word and the Child Who Understood 2026-11-15
210 Chapter 210: The Patriarch’s Word and the Child Who Understood [Part 2] 2026-11-15
211 Chapter 211: A Child’s Last Hope 2026-11-15
212 Chapter 212: A Child’s Last Hope [Part 2] 2026-11-15
213 Chapter 213: The Last Hope of the Everdawn Salvatore 2026-11-15
214 Chapter 214: The Last Hope of the Everdawn Salvatore [Part 2] 2026-11-15
215 Chapter 215: The Child Who Should Have Been Protected 2026-11-15
216 Chapter 216: The Patriarch’s Divine Decree of Annihilation 2026-11-15
217 Chapter 217: A Bone Forged by the Great Laws 2026-11-15
218 Chapter 218: The Stolen Sovereign Bone 2026-11-15
219 Chapter 219: Lucas’s Rebirth!!! 2026-11-15
220 Chapter 220: The Resolve of the Child of Destiny 2026-11-15
221 Chapter 221: The Troublemaker Raised by the Patriarch 2026-11-15
222 Chapter 222: Rumors, Forbidden Arts, and Dragon Gate 2026-11-15
223 Chapter 223: The Dragon Gate and the Chaotic Era Divine King Body 2026-11-15
224 Chapter 224: The Dragon Gate and the Chaotic Era Divine King Body [Part 2] 2026-11-15
225 Chapter 225: The Prodigy Banquet 2026-11-15
226 Chapter 226: The Prodigy Banquet [Part 2] 2026-11-15
227 Chapter 227: The Prodigy Banquet [Part 3] 2026-11-15
228 Chapter 228: The Wine Sword Immortal 2026-11-15
229 Chapter 229: The Wine Sword Immortal [Part 2] 2026-11-15

The Prodigy Banquet [Part 2]

DONG! DONG! DONG!!

Just then, three bell tolls rang out!!

The deep sound rolled across the entire Brightwell family’s territory.

The banquet hall trembled faintly.

The wine cups on the tables vibrated.

Outside, banners fluttered violently beneath the morning wind.

The Prodigy Banquet had officially begun!

All eyes turned toward the arena below.

The enormous arena stretched across the Brightwell family’s grounds.

It had been specially constructed for today’s gathering.

Stone platforms surrounded dozens of combat rings.

Protective formations shimmered faintly beneath each arena, ready to prevent stray attacks from damaging the spectators.

The patriarchs sat upon the high platform, overlooking dozens of combat rings below.

Each ring was defended by a Brightwell family prodigy.

The Brightwell family intended to challenge the prodigies of the entire Everdawn Domain—all by itself!

This was more than a banquet.

It was a declaration.

The Brightwell family wanted everyone to know that Evan was not their only monster.

There were many more behind him.

As the bells sounded, prodigies from every faction stepped onto the rings.

Their robes fluttered.

Their auras rose.

Some carried swords.

Some carried sabers.

Others possessed strange bloodlines or powerful physiques.

For a moment, the arena looked like a gathering of the brightest stars of the Everdawn Domain.

Then—

BOOM!

A heavy figure landed in the center ring.

Dust rolled outward.

The ground cracked beneath his feet.

A towering Brightwell family disciple stood there.

His muscles bulged beneath his battle robes.

His shoulders were broad.

His entire body seemed forged from steel.

Behind him, a vast phantom appeared.

It resembled a miniature starry sky.

Countless points of light slowly revolved within it.

”I am Lachlan Brightwell! Thirty-five years old! Heavenly Genesis Great Perfection!!”

Lachlan Brightwell declared loudly, his eyes burning with arrogance.

His voice thundered through the arena.

The crowd gasped.

Thirty-five years old—and already at Heavenly Genesis Great Perfection, with a starry phantom forming.

He had begun refining stars—Half-Step Star Grasping.

Such terrifying cultivation at such an age!

Many people exchanged glances.

Their previous confidence had quietly disappeared.

One of the patriarchs narrowed his eyes.

”So young...”

Another whispered.

”The Brightwell family really has been hiding its strength.”

And it seemed the Brightwell family had more than just Evan.

Within the rings, over a dozen other Brightwell family disciples were no weaker than Lachlan Brightwell!

Some possessed powerful bloodlines.

Others had frightening physiques.

A few were even younger than thirty.

Such a concentration of prodigies.

The leaders of the other factions looked at the smiling Marcus Brightwell.

Their expressions slowly became complicated.

For so many years, the Brightwell family had hidden such prodigies.

Now, with Evan’s rise, they were baring their fangs.

With the backing of the Supreme Academy and the Greamory family—

After today, the Brightwell family would gradually become the dominant force of the entire Everdawn Domain!

That possibility was no longer a distant fantasy.

Everyone could see it.

”I’ll fight you!”

A youth in robes charged onto the ring.

He carried a wooden sword.

His movements were light.

His feet barely touched the ground.

There was a natural rhythm to every step.

Clearly, he was a Heavenly Genesis cultivator and the heir of a powerful sect.

His wooden sword seemed ordinary.

But the moment he drew it, a faint sword aura swept through the arena.

Lachlan Brightwell laughed heartily.

His muscles tightened.

His bones cracked.

His aura exploded outward.

He looked less like a cultivator and more like a savage beast that had just broken free from its cage.

The wooden sword descended.

A flash of sword light cut toward him.

Lachlan Brightwell did not dodge.

He charged straight forward.

BOOM!

His fist smashed through the sword light.

The attack dispersed like mist.

The Daoist heir’s expression changed.

Before he could retreat, Lachlan Brightwell had already arrived before him.

One shoulder slammed forward.

The air exploded.

The young man was sent flying from the ring.

He crashed heavily outside the arena.

Silence followed.

Then the crowd erupted.

”Too powerful!”

”He didn’t even use a technique!”

”He simply smashed through the attack!”

On the other rings, prodigies challenged the Brightwell family defenders.

One after another.

The results were the same.

Clean defeats.

Some challengers lasted several exchanges.

Others could not even survive three moves.

But none managed to defeat the Brightwell family disciples.

Seeing this, Marcus Brightwell’s smile grew even wider.

He leaned back slightly in his chair.

He did not need to say anything.

The results were speaking for him.

Just then, a figure approached the high platform.

The surrounding cultivators instinctively moved aside.

Evan Brightwell arrived.

His posture was relaxed.

His expression was indifferent.

He looked down toward the arena.

His Double Pupils shimmered faintly.

The chaotic battlefield seemed to become completely transparent in his eyes.

He could see the flow of spiritual power.

He could see the movement of blood.

He could see the circulation inside the cultivators’ bodies.

He could even see weaknesses hidden beneath their strongest techniques.

”HAHAHA!! Evan, what do you think of the Everdawn prodigies?” Marcus asked his son.

There was pride in his voice.

He was genuinely curious about Evan’s opinion.

Evan stood high above, looking down at the assembled talents.

Divine light flickered in his eyes—as if he could see through all.

”Shaky foundations,” he said, pointing at one prodigy, his voice devoid of emotion—as if stating the simplest fact.

The prodigy he pointed toward had just defeated another opponent.

Yet the smile on his face immediately froze.

Evan’s finger moved.

”Faulty techniques—insufficient spiritual circulation.”

The second prodigy stiffened.

Evan’s finger moved again.

”Blood refinement flawed—a weakness from the very first realm.”

The young man’s expression became ugly.

More fingers followed.

”Empty Great Laws of World rhythm—lacking the spirit. That technique may look impressive, but I could shatter it in one strike.”

A heavy silence settled over the arena.

Evan did not stop.

”The method is decent—but compared to my own, it falls far short.”

His words were calm.

There was no deliberate mockery.

No raised voice.

No attempt to humiliate anyone.

That made them even more unbearable.

He was not insulting them.

He genuinely believed what he was saying.

The other faction leaders’ expressions darkened.

Some clenched their fists beneath the tables.

Others exchanged uncomfortable glances.

Their disciples had been praised as the brightest talents of their generation.

Yet in Evan’s eyes, they were full of flaws.

One prodigy could not bear the criticism.

His face flushed red.

His chest rose and fell heavily.

He had endured the first few comments.

Then the next.

But when Evan casually dismissed his technique as flawed, something inside him finally snapped.

He launched himself from the ring, rising into the air.

”You little brat—you say my technique is weak?!”

His voice shook the arena.

”You have quite the nerve!”

The cultivators below looked upward.

The youth wore purple robes.

His black hair floated wildly around his face.

Beneath his feet, the ground seemed to mirror him.

Behind him, a massive mirror phantom slowly emerged.

It was enormous.

Ancient.

Mysterious.

Its surface reflected everything around it.

The sky.

The arena.

The cultivators.

Even the sunlight seemed distorted upon its surface.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

”It’s the Heaven Mirror!”

A second voice immediately followed.

”Yes! That’s him! He goes by no name—only calls himself Heaven Mirror. Legend says he was born with a natural technique, summoning a divine mirror.”

The crowd erupted into whispers.

”Under that mirror’s light, all techniques become void. He was considered the most likely candidate for this generation’s Supreme Academy.”

”Though it seems his spot was taken by Evan Brightwell!”

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