Chapter 21: The Battle Beyond the Golden Heavens Part 3: The Sword That Cuts the Heavens The golden and silver lights continued colliding above the Celestial Golden Sky Citadel. The battlefield had already surpassed the understanding of ordinary warriors. Every clash between Adrian and the Garuda Ancestor created shockwaves that spread across the sky. The clouds disappeared. The wind was torn apart. Even the ancient formations protecting the floating city continued breaking one after another. The Garuda warriors watched in silence. Their ancestor's power was something they had only heard about through ancient records. A power that once protected their race during the darkest eras. A power that had defeated countless enemies. Yet... The human standing before him was still advancing. The three ancient elders watched carefully. They could no longer see Adrian as an ordinary cultivator. The longer the battle continued... The more terrifying he became. The first elder's expression became complicated. "His sword..." "It is changing." The second elder nodded. "Every exchange with the ancestor is causing him to create something new." The third elder clenched his fist. "That should not be possible." For countless years, the Garuda clan had trained generations of warriors. They knew how difficult it was to create a new technique. A technique was not simply a movement. It was the result of understanding. Experience. Countless failures. But Adrian was different. His techniques were born during battle. Not because he had forgotten the past. But because he was constantly creating his future. Above them... The Garuda Ancestor continued attacking. His Sky Emperor Feather Blade moved like a divine weapon. Every slash carried enough power to split mountains. Adrian blocked one strike. Then another. Each collision pushed him backward. The Originless Heaven Ark trembled. The artifact's formations continued adjusting. Analyzing. Evolving. The Ark was not only protecting Adrian. It was growing together with him. The Garuda Ancestor noticed this. "Even your artifact follows your path." Adrian's eyes remained focused. "The path of creation is not limited to one existence." The ancestor smiled. "Interesting." Then his figure disappeared. The next moment— A golden flash appeared above Adrian. The Sky Emperor Feather Blade descended. Adrian raised the Void Sovereign Skyblade. CLANG! The two weapons collided. The force created a massive crater in the clouds beneath them. But before Adrian could counterattack... The ancestor twisted his body. His wings moved. A second attack followed immediately. Then a third. Then dozens. The Garuda Ancestor combined swordsmanship with his natural wings. His entire body had become a weapon. Adrian moved through the storm. Step. Turn. Slash. Block. Counter. Every movement became precise. The battlefield became a dance between two supreme warriors. Golden. Silver. The sky was painted with their attacks. The Garuda Ancestor's eyes became brighter. He was enjoying the battle. For countless years... He had remained inside the Citadel. Watching generations rise and fall. Watching warriors become stronger. But none had given him this feeling. The feeling of facing someone unknown. Someone unpredictable. Someone who did not belong to the rules of the past. Suddenly... Adrian's movement changed. The Garuda Ancestor noticed immediately. A new rhythm. A new flow. The sword was no longer following normal movement. It moved between moments. Between spaces. Between possibilities. The ancestor's expression changed slightly. "What is this?" Adrian appeared behind him. The Void Sovereign Skyblade stopped. Not cutting. Only touching the golden feathers. Then Adrian moved away. The ancestor looked at the place where the sword had touched. A small mark appeared. Not a wound. Not damage. A mark showing that the sword had reached him. The Garuda Ancestor became silent. For the first time... Someone had touched his defense without brute force. Adrian looked at his sword. A new understanding appeared. Distance was not the only obstacle. Defense was not the only obstacle. Everything had a connection. Everything existed through relationships. The sword did not need to destroy what stood before it. It only needed to cut the connection preventing it from reaching its target. Adrian raised the Void Sovereign Skyblade. "Originless Severing Path." The atmosphere changed. The sword released no overwhelming power. No massive aura. But every existence present felt danger. The Garuda Ancestor's eyes became serious. The technique was simple. A single movement. A single slash. But behind that slash... There was Adrian's entire understanding. The ancestor raised the Sky Emperor Feather Blade. "Good." "Then let me see if your sword can cut through this." The golden bloodline power surrounding him erupted. The entire Celestial Golden Sky Citadel reacted. The fortress released all remaining energy. The three elders immediately understood. The ancestor was using the final defense of the Citadel. "The Golden Heaven Formation..." The first elder whispered. The ancient formation surrounding the floating city activated. Countless golden chains appeared across the sky. Not attacking Adrian. Supporting the ancestor. The entire fortress became one with him. The Garuda clan's strongest weapon was not a single warrior. It was the unity of their history. Their ancestors. Their homeland. Their determination. Adrian looked at the scene calmly. Then he lowered his sword. The Naga warriors became confused. Was he giving up? No. The next moment... The Originless Heaven Ark released a deep vibration. Ancient formations hidden within the artifact awakened. The Ark's surface opened. Countless silver symbols appeared. The Originless Core responded. For the first time... The artifact began creating its own battle formation. "Originless Celestial Domain." The battlefield changed. Golden and silver domains collided above the heavens. The Garuda Ancestor looked at Adrian. The ancient warrior. The new path. Two different eras. Two different existences. The final clash was approaching. The heavens prepared to witness a battle that would be remembered for countless generations.