Novel Full Chapter 1006 Stone
Chapter 1006: Chapter 1006 Stone
Even now, very few people in the world knew the full extent of Ross’s power — his godlike abilities, his mastery of energy, and the sheer control he had over both the modern and the mystical.
To the public, he was a billionaire, a genius, perhaps even a legend.
But in truth, he was something far greater.
Unfortunately, only some of his wives ever knew about this.
As night fell, Ross stood alone on the balcony of a high-rise overlooking the city.
The lights below shimmered like a sea of stars, but his gaze was fixed far beyond them — toward a distant place, unseen by mortal eyes.
A slow smile curved his lips.
"So it’s finally time," he murmured. His eyes gleamed faintly, filled with both confidence and amusement.
"Time to meet my new slave."
And with that, the air around him rippled.
His form blurred, then vanished completely — leaving behind nothing but the soft hum of energy and the whisper of wind where he once stood.
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"Interesting," a tall, striking man murmured, his long white hair cascading over crimson robes that seemed to drink in the light around him.
Every movement he made carried a grace that belied the sheer aura of menace he radiated.
"This world... it truly is a hidden gold mine."
His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, glittering with ambition and greed.
"Even just this world-heart alien alone could grant me limitless benefits," he whispered, his voice low and intoxicating, almost hypnotic in its intensity. "With it, the path to true immortality wouldn’t even be a dream — it would be within my grasp."
He let out a low chuckle, almost to himself, his fingers brushing absentmindedly over the folds of his robe.
"But that’s not all... the faith energy here is strong. The devotion of the people... it could serve me well. I wonder if—"
The words died in his throat as a sudden, chilling presence brushed against the edges of his awareness.
His body tensed, the atmosphere around him thickening with warning.
He spun around in a flash, his robes trailing like a crimson river, ready to unleash destruction on whatever dared approach from behind.
What he saw, however, was unexpected.
Standing there, calm and seemingly unremarkable at first glance, was a tall, broad-shouldered man.
His face was ordinary, almost forgettable — and yet, the air around him carried a quiet, oppressive weight.
He radiated a power that was subtle but undeniable, a force that made even Cyrus Thorn hesitate for the first time.
"Yes," the man said, his lips curling into a confident, almost teasing smile.
"Someone lured you here. That someone... was me. I’m glad you accepted the invitation, Cyrus Thorn."
At that instant, the air around Cyrus Thorn ignited with raw, malevolent energy.
His aura erupted like a violent storm, shaking the very ground beneath them.
Black chains, countless in number, exploded from his body, writhing and twisting like living shadows.
They moved with terrifying speed and precision, each chain humming with devastating power.
The sheer force was enough to tear the air apart, and the surrounding terrain groaned under the weight of the energy.
Yet as the black chains surged toward Ross, something incredible happened.
The chains, imbued with destructive intent, slowed as they approached him.
They trembled, hesitated, and one by one, sank into the earth, as if bowing to a superior authority.
It was as though a silent command had been issued, an unspoken acknowledgment that the power before them far surpassed anything Cyrus Thorn could wield.
Ross remained motionless, his calm aura unshaken.
The faint curve of his lips betrayed neither fear nor concern, only amusement as he watched the mighty chains that had erupted from Cyrus Thorn’s body kneel in submission.
Cyrus Thorn’s eyes widened in disbelief, his shock transforming quickly into rage.
His lips twisted into a snarl as he realized the impossible: he had underestimated the man standing before him.
The chains that were supposed to annihilate his enemy had faltered, recognizing an authority far beyond his own.
"You... how...?" Cyrus Thorn’s voice trembled, a mixture of fury and disbelief that barely concealed the fear creeping into his heart.
He had always believed himself to be strong, a force of chaos that only a few could challenge.
Yet here he stood, powerless against a man who had revealed only a fraction of his true might.
The world around them seemed to hold its breath.
Trees swayed without wind, dust hovered in midair, and the very energy of the land pulsed in anticipation.
The stage had been set for a confrontation that would shake not just the mountains, but the unseen currents of power flowing through the world itself.
Ross’s eyes gleamed faintly, a spark of amusement in their depths.
"Clever... ambitious... but ultimately, naive," he said softly. "You thought you could control this world, but it’s already mine in ways you cannot comprehend."
The air crackled, charged with a tension so thick it felt almost tangible.
"What do you want?" Cyrus Thorn spat, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.
Millions of years of cruelty and ambition had hardened him, forged him into a being feared across realms.
He had lived countless lifetimes under innumerable names, but Cyrus Thorn was the one that carried the weight of his true legacy — a name remembered only by the echoes of history, and one he believed no living soul could recall.
Now, as he faced Ross, a cold realization crept into his heart.
The attack he had unleashed — a strike meant to annihilate his opponent in an instant — had been deflected with terrifying ease.
Cyrus Thorn’s eyes narrowed, a dark glint of defiance burning within.
Death had never terrified him.
Chaos had been his companion, and the world itself had bent beneath his will countless times.
He had known this confrontation might come — the possibility of a rival who could challenge him — and for millions of years, he had prepared.
His mind was steel, his body honed, his soul tempered for battles beyond imagination.
"I want you to serve me, Bone Emperor of the Ghostwood Forest," Ross said, his voice calm and unwavering, carrying a weight that seemed to press down on the very air around them.