Deep within the glowing underground treasury of the Eternal Sun Sect, Peak Master Porus stood before the Golden Globe. With a practiced hand, he added spirit stones to the intricate grooves, each one glowing with ethereal energy.
Beside him, Kent watched with anticipation, his eyes fixed on the globe. At a gesture from Porus, Kent stepped forward and placed his finger on the top groove of the globe. Instantly, his finger sank into the surface, locking tightly as if drawn by some unseen force. A moment later, aura energy began to be sucked out from Kent’s finger, causing his brow to furrow with concentration.
After a short delay, the seven different stones embedded in the globe began to glow one after another, each corresponding to a different natural element. Porus’s eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what is happening before his eyes. He finally believed that Kent truly possessed the affinity with all seven elements.
“This… this can’t be,” Porus muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he stared at the glowing golden globe with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He glanced between Kent and the globe, trying to make sense of the phenomenon unfolding before him.
Soon the elemental stones on the globe shifted and rearranged themselves into the shape of a fierce lion head, Porus’s confusion only deepened. “What the…?” he trailed off, his voice trailing off in a dazed state as he stared at the magnificent Lion head form taking shape before him.
“Master, is something wrong?” Kent asked, equally surprised by the strange manifestation. He couldn’t help but recall the same lion head shape he had seen on the heirloom item given to him by Thea during their departure from the sect.
After a moment’s hesitation, Porus realized that Kent is also unaware of the significance of the phenomenon. With a sense of urgency, he quickly deactivated the inscription on the globe and grasped Kent’s hand firmly, leading him out of the treasury.
“Master, what happened?” Kent questioned, his gaze searching Porus’s sweaty face for answers.
“Nothing… you go do your thing. Don’t tell anyone about this incident.” Porus replied hurriedly, mounting his Fire Antelope and speeding off towards Rising Sun Peak, leaving Kent standing there, bewildered and alone.
For a long moment, Kent stood in the dimly lit treasury, trying to make sense of the inexplicable events that had just transpired. Eventually, he shook his head and made his way towards Beast Abode Peak, his mind buzzing with unanswered questions.
Unbeknownst to Kent, a pair of eyes watched his departure, from the shadows, a cynical smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Seems like Rising Sun Peak has a new disciple after a decade,” the mysterious figure muttered to himself before silently fading into the darkness, leaving behind an air of intrigue and uncertainty.
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As the first light of dawn cast its golden hues over the Rising Sun Peak, Peak Master Porus rode his Fire Antelope, circling the towering, ancient pillar at the summit of rising sun peak.
The air was crisp, filled with the faint scent of pine and the whispered secrets of the Eternal Sun Sect. At the top of the pillar, the old patriarch of the sect is meditating, his form unmoving as if carved from the mountain itself. His eyes were closed, yet the third eye on his forehead was open, glowing faintly, almost as if it had anticipated Porus’s arrival.
Dismounting the Fire Antelope, Porus approached, his footsteps soft on the moss-covered ground. He bent his knee in a deep bow before the patriarch. ƒrēewebnovel.com
“Patriarch, Do you see what happened in the treasury?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of reverence and urgent curiosity.
The patriarch nodded slightly, his third eye never wavering. His lips remained sealed, and his breaths were even and slow, like the ebb and flow of the sea.
“What’s with that Lion head? Also, why were all seven elemental stones responding to his aura?” Porus pressed, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. The urgency of his questions hung in the cool morning air.
After a long pause, the old patriarch opened his mouth. His voice, when it came, was like the rustle of dry leaves. “Porus, it is better to ignore some questions. Forget about that Lion head. It is not a thing we could meddle with,” he began, his tone forbidding.
He sighed deeply before continuing, “As for your other question, that boy has a divine nature body and has acquired a boundless Yang body. In other words, he is a person with monstrous talent.”
Porus’s eyes widened slightly, his mind reeling from the revelation. ‘Divine natural body…’ he had only heard of such things in the legends. As for an acquired boundless Yang body, he could not fathom where Kent could have obtained such a rare trait. Suddenly, the reason behind Kent’s unusually sturdy physique, akin to that of seasoned body cultivators, became clear.
“Patriarch, if what you say is true, I’m not fit to be his master,” Porus admitted, his voice laced with resignation. “Even our sect might not have the proper resources to train him in all seven elements.”
The patriarch’s eyes flickered open for the first time, a spark of amusement in their ancient depths. He smiled faintly, a gesture that seemed to hold centuries of wisdom. “I will take care of the resources,” he assured gently, remembering Mohini. “You focus on what you can teach the young man. Once you have done what you can, we will think of possible ways to enhance his strength.”
Porus nodded, processing the weight of the patriarch’s words. He hesitated before speaking again, his gaze dropping slightly. “Patriarch, one more thing…” His voice trailed off, heavy with hesitance, as if the next words weighed more than the mountains themselves.
The patriarch’s expression remained serene, an eternal calm in the storm of doubts and fears swirling around them. “Speak, Porus,” he urged, his voice encouraging yet firm.
Gathering his courage, Porus lifted his eyes to meet the patriarch’s gaze. “I saw brother’s Nimbus Gauntlets…” Porus paused as his eyes turned moist.
“It’s all fate. It is also a chance for you repay you brother by training this kid.” The old patriarch replied in a consoling tone.
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Thank you for reading…
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