Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Chapter 1170: The Veins Choose Her

Ethan’s gaze darkened.

The next second, the energy beings floating between heaven and earth—like they’d received a summons from something higher—snapped their heads toward the Stone Golem.

The gemstones on their foreheads flared back to life. The vortices in their chests spun up again. Then, one after another, they shot toward him.

This time, they weren’t attacking.

They plunged straight into the Stone Golem’s body.

With every energy form that merged into him, his body changed once.

The rough rock began to melt fast. The mineral crystals on his surface turned into liquid energy and flowed, reshaping him from the outside in. That heavy stone shell peeled away bit by bit—replaced by contours that looked closer and closer to flesh.

In just a few breaths, the massive Stone Golem had completely transformed.

He was no longer a monster stacked together from mountain stone.

He’d become a striking, middle-aged man, hovering high in the sky.

His features were sharp-cut and deep-set, and beneath his skin ran a faint, veinlike mineral sheen. Long golden hair spilled down behind his shoulders, every single strand shimmering with strange power. The hair drifted gently in the air—and wherever it swept, tiny cracks split open in space itself.

Ethan could tell.

That wasn’t normal hair.

Every strand could be a weapon.

Ethan’s breathing turned ragged.

He stared up at the golden-haired man floating overhead, his eyes tracking from the man’s face, to his hair, to his shoulders, and down to that body—now completely divorced from the Stone Golem shape.

All the crude rock and crystal armor was gone, replaced by a lifeform that was denser, steadier... and far more dangerous.

Looks like this was his true body.

The golden-haired man looked down at Ethan. His long hair drifted behind him, each strand carrying a razor-edged pulse of energy. When it cut through the air, fine cracks opened in the sky—only to be filled a heartbeat later by the surrounding vein-power.

"Kid, you’re the first one who’s ever forced me this far."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it crushed the roar echoing through the mountain range.

"But this is as far as you go."

He slowly brought his hands together. A single point of gold lit up between his palms.

It started out no bigger than a fist, then swelled wildly. From deep beneath Morgrath, vein energy surged up through fractures in the mountains, climbing into the sky—only to be forcibly compressed into that growing golden sphere.

"Today, I’ll show you what the most supreme power in this world really looks like!"

As the words fell, he thrust both hands forward.

The enormous golden energy sphere shot out with a thunderous boom.

There were no fancy changes to it. No extra tricks.

Just raw power, grinding forward in the most direct way possible.

And because it was so simple, it was even more terrifying. As the golden sphere tore through the sky, the surrounding space warped violently under the pressure. Dimensional rifts split open in its wake, their edges burning with golden flame—like the attack was melting straight through space itself.

Ethan sucked in a hard breath and forced his mind to steady.

He knew he couldn’t retreat.

If that golden sphere slammed into the Emerald Castle formation, the soldiers in the rear would get dragged straight into spatial turbulence.

Morgrath’s vein energy was too dense. The aftershock from this wouldn’t be a normal explosion.

Ethan lifted a hand and pulled more than a dozen energy cores out of his spatial reserve.

The instant they appeared, the surrounding air buckled and blasted outward under the pressure.

He didn’t bother activating them one by one. Instead, he wrapped them all in ghastly pale lightning and forced them together—crushing them into a single mass by sheer brute control.

Energy cores of different attributes repelled each other violently. In his palm, they let out a shrill, grating hum. Cracks spiderwebbed across their surfaces again and again, but the translucent lightning cinched tighter, binding them in place and denying them the one thing they wanted most—

To explode.

Then Ethan released every last thread of that transparent lightning in his body.

It surged from his arms, shoulders, chest, and back all at once, like clear rivers of electricity pouring straight into the newly fused core.

More than a dozen cores were compressed into an unstable sphere of light. Lightning churned inside it like a storm trapped in glass, while the outer layer pulsed and breathed—spitting out ghostly blue and deathly white flashes in uneven bursts.

Ethan raised his hand and drove the fused energy sphere forward with a savage shove.

Two energy spheres collided high in the sky.

The roar didn’t detonate right away.

When the golden power met Ethan’s translucent lightning head-on, it didn’t trigger a chain explosion. Instead, the two forces latched onto each other—and started to coil.

The golden energy tried to grind Ethan’s condensed core to dust. Ethan’s lightning, though, burrowed along the surface of that gold like living needles, tearing open seams and siphoning the Infernal Primordial Power from within.

A massive energy vortex formed around the point of impact.

Half of it was gold. Half of it was clear.

At the center, space twisted and warped, like two invisible giant hands wrestling over the same piece of sky.

No one dared approach it. Even the Stone Golem and the energy entity still fighting in the distance retreated on instinct, edging away as if their bodies knew what their minds couldn’t fully process.

The blond man narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to see just how pure the Infernal Primordial Power inside Ethan really was.

And Ethan—Ethan was doing the same thing right back to him, draining the Infernal Primordial Power from the blond man’s golden force.

They hung there in the air, locked in a deadlock across that spinning vortex.

When the golden energy pushed forward even an inch, Ethan’s lightning would rip a new gash into it from the side. But whenever Ethan tried to swallow more, the golden power would surge up with reinforcements from deep underground, sealing the breach and filling the loss as if the earth itself were feeding it.

As time dragged on, Ethan started to feel it.

The strain.

This wasn’t his home ground.

Morgrath’s natural energy was far too complex—most of the power in its mineral veins refused his direct control. Worse, the blond man could command every scrap of ore energy beneath them, drawing constant replenishment from mountains, ravines, and the deep earth without pause.

Every bit Ethan spent, he had to support with his own body.

But behind the blond man—

Was the entire Morgrath mountain range.

Just as Ethan’s arm began to feel faintly heavy, an odd sound rolled up from the depths of the ground.

It wasn’t rock breaking.

It sounded more like something asleep underground... being called awake.

The next instant, a distant ridge split open with a thunderous crack. Massive slabs of earth and stone heaved to either side, and a small figure shot straight up from the fissure like an arrow.

Feylora.

The moment she appeared, the surrounding mineral-vein energy changed direction.

Part of the power that had been streaming endlessly into the blond man suddenly jerked—like it had found a new owner—and flowed along the torn fault lines toward Feylora instead.

Countless trenches spidered outward from beneath her feet. Buried energy ores were exposed in waves, and crystalline light flared one patch after another, lighting up like a chain of beacons.

Ethan’s pupils tightened.

This was the most dangerous point of the clash. The vortex between him and the blond man was constantly tearing, devouring, and compressing. Any outsider who forced their way in would be shredded—ground up by translucent lightning and golden power together.

If Feylora rushed in like that...

The consequences didn’t even bear thinking about.

Ethan was just about to break off and move to save her when Feylora tipped her face toward the sky and let out a sharp, ringing cry.

A pair of enormous fairy wings unfurled behind her.

They weren’t flesh or feather—those wings were formed entirely from golden runes and layered elemental power, their edges wrapped in luminous mineral streams pouring up from Morgrath’s soil like flowing ribbons of light.

As the wings spread to their full span, the energy between heaven and earth began to surge on a massive scale, flooding into Feylora in one violent rush.

Her aura climbed.

Not by inches.

By leaps you could see with your naked eyes—crossing one threshold after another like they were stepping-stones.

Rings of golden light appeared around her body, one after the next. Inside each halo, dozens of elemental forces rotated and cycled, only to be pressed down—forced into a single, unified core—under the sovereign pressure of The Fey Sovereign.

Her Tier kept rising.

And rising.

Until her presence slammed straight into the peak of 35 Tier.

The entire battlefield went silent for a single beat.

Soldiers from Emerald Castle stared up at her, forgetting to breathe. Even the energy beings locked in chaotic melee—and the Stone Golem itself—were shaken by the sudden shift.

No one had expected Feylora to surge this fast under Morgrath’s mineral-vein energy.

Not even close.