A Western Kid’s Journey into the Eastern Cultivation World

Chapter 150: Chapter 149 Showdown in the Storm



Lyra burst onto the battlefield, her boots skidding on the shadow - scorched earth. The golden Hourglass of Eternity she clutched in her fist glowed like a miniature sun, its sand shifting colors from molten gold to midnight black. "Hang on, guys!" she yelled, her voice barely audible over the Abyssal Colossus's enraged roars.​With a grunt, she slammed the hourglass onto the ground. Time itself seemed to stutter. The colossus froze mid - swing, its shadowy fist hovering inches from Elara's head. But the temporal magic came with a price. Cracks spiderwebbed across the sky, and chunks of different eras—medieval castles, futuristic skyscrapers, and primordial landscapes—tumbled through the rifts.​Elara, her body wracked by surging power, felt like a live wire about to short - circuit. Jack and Nox's energy coursed through her veins, a wild mix of light and dark. She gritted her teeth, her dual - colored eyes blazing. "No more games," she snarled, and with a scream, she unleashed everything she had.​The Worldtree's roots, now glowing with a blinding iridescent light, wrapped around the colossus like python constrictors. The beast's shadowy form began to break apart, dissipating into nothingness. But Elara couldn't stop. The power kept building, threatening to consume her from the inside out. "Elara, pull back!" Jack's voice echoed weakly from his fading host. But it was too late.​Just as the colossus dissolved completely, a figure stepped out of a swirling portal. He was tall, with a shock of white hair and eyes that glowed like twin amethysts. His black coat billowed in the wind, revealing a chest plate engraved with ancient symbols. "Bravo, kids," he drawled, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "But you really think you can win against the big leagues?"​From the cracks in the sky, grotesque creatures emerged. Some had scales that glimmered with an otherworldly sheen, while others had tentacles that dripped with a corrosive substance. "Meet my little friends," the white - haired man smirked. "They've been waiting eons to sink their teeth into the Worldtree's juicy core."​Lyra raised her sword, her heart pounding. "Who the hell are you?"​The man laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Names don't matter. What matters is that you're all about to become fertilizer for my new world order." He raised his hand, and the creatures lunged forward.​Elara, still lost in the maelstrom of power, lashed out instinctively. Her attacks were wild and uncontrolled, but they seemed to strike a chord with the creatures. Each time her energy touched them, they let out high - pitched screeches, their bodies convulsing.​The white - haired man's smirk faded. "What the...? How are you doing that?"​Jack, his host's body on the verge of total collapse, managed to rasp out, "She's... the key... to their weakness..."​As the battle raged on, Lyra dodged a swipe from a tentacled beast and shouted, "Elara! Focus! There's gotta be a way to control that power!"​But Elara was adrift in a sea of energy. Visions flashed before her eyes—more glimpses of the future, where the Worldtree stood as a broken husk and the white - haired man reigned supreme. She knew she had to stop him, but the power felt like a wild stallion she couldn't tame.​With a final, earth - shattering roar, the creatures charged. Elara braced herself, ready to either save the day or go down in a blaze of glory.


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