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The throne spirit came to life, shimmering with an ethereal glow, and bowed her head to Kent. Draped in golden clothes that hugged her chest and a long robe that flowed gracefully from top to bottom, she appeared as a mature, divine figure, radiating an aura of ancient wisdom and power.
“Young master,” she intoned respectfully, her voice melodic yet firm, “from now onwards, you are the new master of this divine throne. As the command spirit of this treasure, I will serve your every command, master.”
Kent took a moment to process the situation, then asked, “Tell me the use of this throne and does it have any use in combat?”
The throne spirit smiled proudly at his question. “Master, this is not just a throne; it is a war chariot. It can transform into different forms as you wish. With your thoughts, you can control this throne to move in any direction.
The 32 ladies you subdued were the evolved beasts of the spirit world. During battle, these spirit ladies will not let your enemies touch your chariot. Once upon a time, this throne belonged to the Storm God. After he attained godhood, this treasure has lain here for centuries.”
As she spoke, the throne spirit continued to elaborate on the various features and the legacy associated with the throne. Kent listened intently, absorbing every detail. He then settled onto the throne, eager to test its capabilities.
As he sat, he felt an immediate connection, an influx of power and control surging through him. With a mere thought, the throne lifted into the air, responding to his will with perfect precision.
With a gesture, Kent called Tata Lan and his two pets to join him. Excitement lit their faces as they bounded up the steps, but they were abruptly stopped at the 32-step mark.
“Master, except for you, no one can climb past the 32 steps,” the throne spirit explained.
Kent nodded, understanding the limitation. He asked the three to stay on the steps for the time being. Turning back to the throne spirit, he inquired, “Can you tell me anything about this inheritance ground? Especially the locations of treasure palaces and other important inheritance places?”
The throne spirit’s expression grew serious. “I am forbidden to speak those details, master. But I can say that you will be benefited if you travel towards ‘NORTH’.” With that, the throne spirit faded back into the throne, her presence lingering like a whisper.
Kent smiled, his expression now one of determination. He turned his gaze towards the north, feeling a pull in that direction.
With a thought, the throne rose higher into the air, carrying him smoothly towards the unknown treasures that lay ahead. The wind whipped around him as the landscape unfurled below, a vast expanse of the inheritance ground, rich with untold wonders and dangers.
Kent gripped the arms of the throne tightly as it began to move with a sudden, almost violent speed. The throne, now an animated force under his command, surged forward through the air, traveling tens of miles in mere minutes. The landscape below blurred into a mosaic of colors and shapes, yet the height advantage gave Kent an unparalleled view of the terrain.
As the throne rocketed through the sky, Kent scanned the ground below with sharp eyes. The lush, vibrant land stretched out beneath him, a tapestry of forests, rivers, and hills. He noticed clusters of rare herbs and fruits that glimmered like jewels among the greenery.
With a quick command, the throne halted mid-air, hovering steadily. Tata Lan, agile and swift, leapt down with the Fire Kirin and Kent’s second pet, Jabil, to gather the treasures. They moved with practiced efficiency, collecting the precious resources before returning to the throne, which then resumed its breakneck pace.
The journey continued, the landscape shifting from dense forests to open meadows, and finally to rugged, mountainous terrain.
As they ascended a particularly high peak, a towering structure came into view in the distance—a magnificent ancient tower, imposing and majestic, rising like a sentinel against the sky.
The tower was unlike anything Kent had ever seen. At its base stood a colossal statue of the Storm God, carved with astonishing detail. The figure, easily hundreds of feet tall, held a lightning bolt-shaped weapon aloft, as if ready to strike.
The craftsmanship was so precise that the statue seemed almost alive, the Storm God’s stern visage exuding power and authority. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cm
As they approached, Kent read the bold, domineering calligraphy etched above the entrance: “Celestial Tower of Arcane Sage.” The name resonated with an aura of infinite power and mystery.
For a moment, Kent’s heart quickened with the thought that this might be the Storm God’s ultimate inheritance site. However, as they drew closer, it became clear that the tower served a different purpose.
The throne slowed and gently descended to the entrance, where an intricately inscribed stone tablet stood. Kent dismounted, his eyes scanning the ancient script that covered the tablet. The inscription read:
“This divine tower holds a divine spirit rank inheritance Asthra of the Storm God. To claim this treasure, one must first master every spell inscribed upon the tower’s exterior walls. Only the one who demonstrates such mastery can enter the tower and learn the Inheritance Asthra of Strom God.”
Kent’s breath caught in his throat. The reward, a divine spirit rank inheritance Asthra was unparalleled. He stepped closer to the tower, his gaze traveling up its towering height. Every inch of the stone surface was covered in spells, meticulously carved runes that glowed faintly with ancient power.
“This is incredible,” Tata Lan whispered, standing beside him. Her eyes were wide with awe as she took in the tower’s grandeur. “So many spells… it’s like a library of the all the spells in the world.”
Kent thought for a long time as he wondered whether the spells is worth wasting so much time here, instead of moving forward for inheritance. But he finally decided to take the challenge of tower of Arcane Sage.
Kent approached the first set of runes, his fingers tracing the ancient symbols. The magic thrummed beneath his touch, a complex web of arcane knowledge waiting to be deciphered.
After exchanging few words, they both got busy in learning the spells on their own and decided to not to disturb one another.
While Kent and Tata Lan delved deeply into the intricate spells inscribed on the Celestial Tower of Arcane Tempests, the rest of the disciples in the forest were far from idle.
Maya, the demonic tree princess, was the first to uncover the secret. She had used her demonic powers to subdue a few forest beasts, forcing them to reveal the truth.
“Interesting,” she murmured, a sinister smile playing on her lips. “The rainwater guides the way. The Storm God’s challenge isn’t just about strength, but about wisdom and observation.”
With a flick of her wrist, she commanded the beasts she had tamed, their eyes glazed over in a trance. “Lead the way,” she ordered, her voice cold and commanding. The beasts obediently followed the flow of water, leading Maya through the forest’s intricate pathways.
Meanwhile, other groups of disciples had also begun to piece together the secret. Whispers and rumors spread quickly through the forest, and those who had yet to discover the key followed the larger, more powerful groups in hopes of crossing the forest themselves. The rain-soaked ground became a battleground of cunning and survival, each group vying to stay ahead.
In the midst of this frenzy, Kent and Tata Lan remained focused on their monumental task. Tata Lan, perched on her pet wind fox, moved methodically along the base of the tower, studying each spell with meticulous care. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she traced the ancient runes with her fingers, committing each one to memory.
“This is going to take forever,” Tata Lan muttered, frustration creeping into her voice.
Kent, sitting on his throne, had taken a different approach. He held his bow firmly, not just studying the spells, but actively practicing them. As he read each inscription, he infused the knowledge into his archery, shooting arrows imbued with elemental forces at imaginary targets.
He nocked an arrow, murmuring the incantation he had just learned. The arrow glowed with a faint, ethereal light as he released it. It shot through the air, leaving a trail of sparkling energy in its wake before embedding itself in the ground, where it dissipated into a burst of harmless light.
“At least these spells are not useless.” Kent muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
Hours turned into days as they continued their efforts, the forest around them a constant reminder of the race against time.
Back in the forest, Maya and the other disciples were making progress. Maya stood at the edge of the river that separated the forest from the inheritance ground, her eyes narrowing as she considered her next move.
Meanwhile her sect members, along with the tall guy who came to help Maya in getting Lust goddess inheritance, stood in wait for her command.
