In Sumatra Continent, the strength of a Mammoth Clansmen was vastly superior as compared to a cultivator from a kingdom.
Mammoth Clansmen that had fused with a Silver Grade Pranic Beast were even stronger, with each master having the power and authority to talk on par even with ministers and Kings at a higher cultivation base.
And in this power structure came Resha, possessing the power of an Empyrean Tusk, a Pranic Beast at the peak of the Gold Grade. He had an insane lifespan of two millennia, boasted Prana reserves multiple times greater than the strongest cultivators, and could become an Empyrean Tusk, a titan whose dimensions were measured in kilometres.
That wasn’t all. He had three Natures, each strong individually, but were synergetic with one other, resulting in an overpowered existence. Towards the end of Sumatra Chronicles, Resha was such a powerhouse that the only way to threaten him was to swarm him.
He was capable of handling an entire nest of Mud Vipers individually. Such was his strength.
No matter what one conceptualised to become strong, Resha’s example was the perfect formula to become an overpowered existence. Therefore, Blola followed Resha’s example religiously.
‘Resha is an overpowered existence. But even he was killed by the Boar King. Let’s not think about that broken character.’ Blola shook his head.
He had analysed Sumatra Chronicles many times. There existed no route that allowed him to grow stronger than Resha. Therefore, Blola judged it impossible to win against the Boar King, ‘I’m not smart enough anyway. So, I’ll let the other reincarnates tackle the Boar King’s issue. My only goal is to become as strong as Resha.’
Blola had no intention to return to the Mammoth Clan. Once the Boar King starts targeting them, everything would be destroyed. He only intended to flee far away and settle in a large human empire.
As long as he had Resha’s strength, becoming Emperor wasn’t an issue. He will hide and suppress his nature as a Mammoth Clansman and enjoy a life of royalty. ‘My Tertiary Nature should be something that can suppress my aura as a Mammoth Clansman from the Boar King.’
That was his end goal. For that future to become a reality, he needed to steal Resha’s fortuitous encounters. With that in mind, Blola rowed his boat over the lake and reached the island in its centre.
He got down on the island and inhaled slowly, vitalised by the dense Prana in the air, “The cultivation environment here is the best. Sadly, that would end now.”
Saying so, Blola extended his hand and touched the wilted tree, watching it collapse into dust. He calmly prodded through the dust and picked up a nail-sized seed.
Parute Seed!
Parute Trees were a mysterious resource of Sumatra. No one could determine why or how they formed, but at certain locations in the world, they grew.
Once it reaches maturity, a Parute Tree would bear Parute Fruits, the currency of the world. A Parute Tree was pretty much a perennial creature, an endless money bank. But if the Parute Tree receives even the slightest extent of damage, it wilts and dies.
It was the most valuable but also the most fragile existence for something that could live forever. A Parute Tree would grow anywhere the world wills. Its fruits didn’t have a seed in them. Therefore, it was impossible to create a farm of Parute Trees.
That was what the world knew. But in truth, there existed a secret.
If, after a Parute Tree reaches maturity and bears Parute Fruit, not even a single fruit was plucked out, something strange happens. Instead of bearing more Parute Fruits, since it already bore a full load, the Parute Tree would collate more Prana in the fruits.
Once the fruits reach a fracture point, unable to store any more Prana, the Parute Tree absorbs everything, causing the fruits to wilt. But before they rot, Prana gushes into the fruits once again, revitalising them to the peak, followed by a wilting soon after, repeating the cycle for a million years.
And after the last cycle, the Parute Fruits wilt. But this time, they vanish. All their Prana has been absorbed into the tree which too begins to wilt.
The branches and roots wilt as the entirety of its essence is condensed in its stem, forming a seed. This was the Parute Seed. It could be planted anywhere. And when done so, the result would be a Parute Tree that was the king of its species. 𝑶𝓋𝑙xt.𝗇𝓔t
Every single Parute Fruit it bore would generate one unit of Prana upon consumption, hundred times the effectiveness of regular fruit. But, its existence itself was dangerous, as the Parute King Tree’s presence would be felt by every single existence in a ten-thousand-kilometre radius.
The strongest of Pranic Beasts would fight to gain ownership of it. If Blola were to plant it, he would lose ownership of it immediately. “But, even Resha didn’t do that.”
Smiling, Blola picked it up and threw it in his mouth, activating his Mystic Bone Art as he consumed the Parute Seed.
As Parute Fruits were valuable and could raise one’s cultivation the fastest and safest, they were always consumed. There pretty much existed an owner for all Parute Trees. As the fruits were always consumed, the condition for the creation of a Parute Seed was never satisfied.
The sole exception was the one before him. And it only succeeded because it was located in the Ennoudu Plains, a region without any resources necessary to sustain life. Therefore, no living being lived in such a barren place.
The irony is that a Parute Seed that was created after no interaction for a million years was consumed immediately after.
Blola felt immense vitality fuse into his Prana as he began to digest the Parute Seed. The effect of the Parute Seed, upon consumption, was simple but overpowered.
It systematically raised one’s cultivation. As long as Blola consumed food to generate Prana through the Mystic Bone Art, he would fill up his reserves. Once his reserves were full, any Prana he accumulates would pretty much be built atop that, into his Spirit Container, permanently increasing his Prana capacity.
With it, Blola would be able to accumulate Prana the fastest and without any effort. The Parute Seed would build up his Prana.
Accumulating Prana at a rapid pace would place too much pressure on the Spirit Container and even cause its collapse. But with the Secondary Nature of Spirit Moss Cultivator, that too was taken care of.
These two effects synergised together and caused Resha to grow stronger at rocket speeds, pretty much how a Main Character did his thing.
A day later, Blola finished fusing the Parute Seed with his body, fully gaining its power, “From today onwards, my cultivation speed would be on par with Resha from the book. That means,”
He laughed raucously, “The Resha of this timeline wouldn’t be able to keep up with my speed. The other reincarnates aren’t even worth mentioning, hahaha!”
