Chapter 19: The Kingdom Beneath the Sea Part 3:The Sky That Fell The peaceful silence of the Naga Kingdom did not last. Adrian had already sensed something was wrong before anyone else noticed. It was not a sound. It was not a visible movement. It was a change in the flow of energy. The ocean currents that had remained calm suddenly became disturbed. The natural spiritual energy flowing through the underwater kingdom began to move irregularly, as if the entire ocean had become aware of an approaching danger. Adrian stood outside the palace, his eyes looking upward through countless layers of water. His expression remained calm. But inside his mind, countless possibilities were already being calculated. An enemy was approaching. Not from the ocean. From the sky. "The sky..." One of the Naga elders looked at Adrian with a complicated expression. "You sensed them too?" Adrian slowly turned his gaze toward him. "Garuda." The elder's face darkened. The single word changed the atmosphere instantly. The Naga warriors who had been relaxed moments ago immediately became serious. Weapons were drawn. Defensive formations activated throughout the kingdom. The peaceful city transformed into a battlefield preparation zone. Adrian watched silently. The reaction of the Naga told him everything. This was not a simple conflict. This was a wound that had existed for generations. A moment later— The ocean above them exploded. Not from an attack. From the pressure of countless powerful beings descending from above. Golden light pierced through the dark ocean. Wings. Hundreds of enormous wings appeared beyond the barrier of the Naga Kingdom. The Garuda had arrived. Their bodies carried the characteristics of both divine birds and powerful humanoid beings. Their golden feathers shined like weapons, and their eyes contained the pride of a race that had ruled the skies for countless generations. At the front was a Garuda warrior wearing ancient golden armor. His aura alone surpassed most of the Naga warriors below. "Nagaa!" His voice shook the ocean. "You have hidden long enough." The Naga warriors immediately stepped forward. "You dare invade our territory again?" The Garuda leader looked down coldly. "Your race continues to exist because we allowed it." Anger appeared in the eyes of the Naga warriors. Adrian remained silent. He observed. He did not immediately attack. A true cultivator did not judge only from one side. Even enemies had their own reasons. But then he heard the next words. "The energy inside your bodies belongs to us." The Garuda leader smiled. "Your ancestors provided nourishment for our race. Your descendants will continue the tradition." Silence. Absolute silence. Even Adrian's expression changed slightly. Not because of hatred. Because he understood something. This was no longer a conflict between two sides. This was exploitation. A cycle where one race had decided another race existed only for their benefit. The Naga King stepped forward. "Leave." His voice was calm. "You have taken enough from us." The Garuda leader laughed. "Enough?" "You still breathe. You still possess spiritual energy." "That means you still have value." The moment those words fell— Adrian's eyes became colder. For countless years in his previous life, he had seen civilizations rise and fall. He had seen powerful beings treating weaker races as resources. He had destroyed countless tyrants. But he had also learned something. Power itself was not evil. The problem was when someone believed their power gave them the right to decide the value of another existence. The Originless Path was created because Adrian rejected chains. And forcing an entire race to exist only as food... Was the ultimate chain. "Adrian." The Naga King looked at him. "We do not wish to involve you." Adrian looked toward the Garuda army above. Then toward the Naga people behind him. "I understand." He stepped forward. "But they involved themselves when they entered this place." The ocean trembled. Not because Adrian released his full power. He did not need to. A Nascent Soul cultivator standing before ordinary beings was already enough to create pressure. But what truly changed was his presence. The weak student from Hinthada disappeared. The hesitant man who had just started his new journey disappeared. For a moment... The existence who once stood above countless heavens returned. The Strongest Immortal Emperor. The Garuda warriors suddenly became alert. Their instincts screamed danger. The leader narrowed his eyes. "Human." "You think you can interfere with the affairs of the sky?" Adrian looked at him. "No." "I know I can." The calm answer caused the entire battlefield to become silent. The Garuda leader's expression turned furious. "Kill him." Hundreds of Garuda warriors moved. The sky above the ocean became filled with golden light. Countless attacks descended. Wind blades. Lightning techniques. Divine feathers sharper than swords. The entire ocean shook under the attack. The Naga warriors prepared to defend. But before they could act— Adrian moved. One step. That was all. The world around him slowed. Not because he controlled time. But because his understanding of movement had already surpassed ordinary limits. The Originless Path was not about stealing the laws of the universe. It was about creating his own path beyond dependence. "Originless Step." Adrian disappeared. The first Garuda warrior's attack passed through empty air. Before he could react, Adrian appeared beside him. A simple palm strike. No explosion. No flashy destruction. Only pure controlled force. The Garuda warrior was pushed backward, crashing through dozens of meters of water. Alive. Defeated. Not killed. The other Garuda warriors froze. They expected an arrogant human. They expected someone who would use overwhelming power. Instead... He was controlling himself. That made him more terrifying. Adrian raised his hand. A faint silver energy gathered. "Originless Blade." A blade formed from pure spiritual energy appeared. It was not created to destroy. It was created to cut through unnecessary conflict. Every movement Adrian made was precise. Every attack had meaning. He did not fight like someone trying to prove his strength. He fought like someone who had already proven it countless times. The battle had begun. And for the first time in many generations... The sky had found an opponent it could not ignore.