Chapter 903: The Untouchable One
Kyle and Cassian both mined the natural crystals, each lost in his own thoughts.
Cassian was thinking about how to share his story with Kyle and fulfill the promise he had made back in Hell’s Layer—while Kyle’s thoughts drifted to his family and friends.
For some unknown reason, a flicker of unease stirred in his chest—worry for Yue, as if she were facing something difficult.
He had no idea why he suddenly felt that way, but the feeling lingered all the same.
’I did leave a mark on her using my scent perception skill... but I can’t sense her or tell what she’s doing because of the wall between our universe and this realm.’
He sighed to himself, absorbing another batch of natural crystals he had just mined.
Hopefully, she was safe.
Amidst their preoccupied thoughts, time passed, and after what felt like an eternity in a sweltering and unbearable place, their two-month punishment—or rather, boring mining torture—finally came to an end.
At last, they were both allowed to leave the fiery dungeon, dragging behind them boxes—artifacts with functions similar to storage rings—packed with the natural crystals they had mined. Sweat clung to Cassian’s body and clothes, but he didn’t complain—even if he was the only one in such rough shape.
He had endured two months in that place alongside a Celestial who didn’t even break a sweat, thanks to his cold body that made him immune to fire—no matter how strong.
So really, what were a few more minutes?
Once Cassian had delivered the natural crystals to Ares, he could finally change—into clean and comfortable clothes.
His gaze flickered to Kyle, and seeing his clothes just as pristine as when they had entered the dungeon, he almost cursed.
Cassian took a deep breath.
’Endure. Just one more minute.’
That was his mantra to stay calm and composed—and luckily, he succeeded.
They both finally reached Clan Leader Ares’s office and handed over the boxes.
Ares lifted his amethyst eyes from the papers before him and glanced at them.
"Good. But if either of you ever cause any damage to the clan again, the punishment will be two years—not just two months."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Now go. I’m busy."
Kyle and Cassian turned around, ready to find a quiet place to meditate or a training ground to train. But just as they were about to leave, Ares’s voice echoed behind them.
"Wait a second!"
They groaned simultaneously.
Now what?
But when Kyle noticed Ares checking the amount of crystals in the boxes, he fled.
Kyle didn’t waste a moment—activating instant teleportation, space-related laws, and pushing his agility to the limit—all to ensure the clan leader wouldn’t catch up once he realized why one of the storage boxes contained not even one-tenth the natural crystals compared to the other.
Cassian glanced at the now-empty spot beside him, dumbfounded, then turned to Ares, who looked mildly confused before fixing him with a rather blank stare.
"Which box is yours?"
Cassian understood immediately.
After all, he had seen Kyle absorb nine out of every ten natural crystals he mined. So, he replied calmly, wearing a smiling face.
"It’s too late... You won’t be able to catch him this time—unlike before, when all your attention was on him. Just a few seconds are enough for him to reach the other end of the Celestial Realm. So give up."
Ares’s eyebrow twitched.
So his punishment had turned into nourishment for Kyle? That prick? And worse—he couldn’t even catch him?
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply to keep himself from exploding. Fine. If he couldn’t catch Kyle, he could at least give the jerk’s accomplice—who stood by and did nothing to stop him—a good beating.
But when he finally opened his eyes, Cassian was gone too. And he lost it.
"Why the hell do they know me so well?! Those little brats...! Do they even realize how much those crystals were worth?!"
His shout echoed throughout the clan grounds, sending everyone scrambling—some going to hunt corrupted beasts, others vanishing entirely. Anything was better than crossing paths with the clan leader when he was in a mood like this.
***
Meanwhile, within the land of the Celestial Realm—far below the floating territories—Kyle wandered the bustling streets packed with Celestials going about their business.
He scratched his ear, as if sensing Ares cursing him from miles away, and tsked.
"If I go back, I just know he will bury me in even more mining work. Well, it was about time I left that clan—this is for the best."
Of course, he was grateful for everything Ares had done—such as helping him when he first arrived in this realm and attempting to save him when Nathaniel was punishing him. But that didn’t mean Kyle was bound to stay in his clan forever. He would repay that kindness someday—if he ever got the chance or if their paths crossed again.
Kyle looked around. A dark hoodie formed naturally over his body, concealing his face and silver hair from the many scrutinizing eyes around him. He also hid his icy aura.
The Celestial Realm was vastly different from the lower universes. There were no restaurants—since Celestials mostly didn’t eat—and no shops selling everyday items.
Only vast stretches of greenery or grand buildings shimmering with natural energy filled the land as far as he could see—each serving a specific purpose, such as rooms for meditation, natural law comprehension halls, and massive arenas where Celestials sparred or settled grudges through duels.
The air was dense with spiritual power, so thick it almost felt alive. Every side pulsed with energy, and even the ground beneath his feet was embedded with glowing veins of crystallized essence. Unlike the bustling and crowded cities of the lower universes, the Celestial Realm was far more quieter, kind of solemn—yet no less dangerous.
He could tell just by looking around. Here, strength spoke louder than words, and status was written in one’s aura.
Kyle roamed around for nearly two years, discovering one energy-rich location after another. Along the way, he defeated many Celestials who sensed his senses and got in his way, attempting to fight or kill him.
Naturally, every time he fought, he left his name behind in the crowd that gathered to watch the silver-haired Celestial battle.
That’s why it didn’t take long for his name to reach the Clans and the Rulers dwelling high in the skies of the Celestial Realm.
All the Celestials dwelling in the land of the Celestial Realm called him the silver-haired phantom—both ethereal and dangerous.
The untouchable one—always emerging undefeated, only to vanish without a trace.
The one who walked between Life and Death—wielding both opposing laws. And then there was the frost—a terrifying cold that lingered after his battles, chilling even the most powerful Celestials to the bone.
Kyle. A youngling, yet his name was now whispered everywhere—in awe, fear, and curiosity. All within a few short months.
However, unfortunately, unlike the clans that were eager to know him and recruit him, the Rulers were far from pleased.