The Sixth Realm Mage Union Palace stood majestically atop the summit. Like wizard association of blue planet, the sixth realm’s mage union is the apex governing body.
The Supreme Dagger Magus, the leader of mage union, draped in robes of deep midnight blue, entered the chamber with a confident stride. His presence commanded respect, and his eyes, sharp and calculating, held the weight of countless battles and political maneuvers.
He approached a table set with jade glasses and a bottle of fine wine, the fragrance of which filled the room.
Madam Clark, elegant and unyielding, stood waiting. Her expression was one of calm determination, her eyes fixed on the Supreme Dagger Magus as he poured the wine into a jade glass and extended it towards her.
“Madam Clark, don’t make this hard for me. Tang Zi won’t meet with anyone. He even refused to see me. No one has seen Tang Zi in the last decade.” His voice smooth and persuasive,
But Madam Clark did not reach for the glass. Her gaze remained steady, her resolve unshaken.
“Tell me where he was last seen. I won’t leave without meeting him. If Tang Zi refuses to meet me, I won’t insist.” Her tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
The Supreme Dagger Magus found himself in a difficult position. He couldn’t afford to refuse Madam Clark, given their significant business ties and the power she wielded. He sighed deeply, the weight of the situation evident in his expression.
Gulping down his own glass of wine in one swift motion, he set it back on the table with a loud clink, the sound echoing through the grand hall.
“Madam Clark, the last time Tang Zi was seen was at the Demonic Mountain Forest. Go and search for him if you have the patience. But remember,” he added, his voice grave, “Tang Zi is a violent man. If he goes berserk, even I can’t save you.”
With that, he turned on his heel, the hem of his robes brushing the floor as he strode out of the room. The jade glass he had offered Madam Clark sat untouched, a symbol of the tension and unresolved matters between them.
Madam Clark watched him leave, her expression unchanged. She knew the risks, but her mission was too important to be swayed by fear or hesitation.
She turned her gaze to the vast landscape visible from the palace windows, the Demonic Mountain Forest looming in the distance like a dark promise.
Madam Clark stepped out of the grand hall of the Mage Union Palace. The Supreme Dagger Magus’s warning echoed in her ears, but it only fueled her determination. She walked with purpose toward the palace’s courtyard, where her flying war chariot awaited.
The war chariot was a magnificent construct of gleaming metal and enchanted wood, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious stones. She mounted the chariot, her eyes set on the distant silhouette of the Demonic Mountain Forest.
With a command, the war chariot’s runes blazed to life, and it lifted off the ground with a smooth, graceful ascent. The wind whipped around her, carrying the scent of the forests and mountains as she sped towards her destination.
As she approached the dark expanse of the Demonic Mountain Forest, Madam Clark’s thoughts turned to the treasures and loyal pets she had brought with her. Each was a valuable asset, chosen specifically for this mission. She reached into her spirit ring and withdrew a small, ornate whistle. With a sharp blow, she summoned her companions.
From the pet bags and spatial treasures, her loyal pets appeared. First was a majestic sky hawk, its fiery plumage blazing against the darkening sky.
Next came a pair of swift wind falcons, their keen eyes and sharp talons ready to assist. Finally, a shadowy panther emerged from the forest below, its lithe form and silent movements perfect for reconnaissance.
“Spread out and search. Find any trace of Tang Zi, the old drunkard.” Madam Clark commanded, her voice carrying authority.
The sky hawk soared high, its keen eyesight scanning the landscape from above. The wind falcons darted through the trees, their speed and agility unmatched. The panther slunk through the underbrush, its senses alert for any sign of movement.
Madam Clark herself steered the chariot with precision, using her own abilities to probe the depths of the forest.
She also drew upon the treasures she had brought. A crystal orb glowed with a soft light as she activated it, enhancing her perception and allowing her to sense disturbances in the natural energy of the forest. A set of enchanted daggers floated around her, ready to defend against any threats that might arise.
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After a long delay, treasure trove palace came close to ground, Before the palace landed, more than 100 strong, bulky people in soldier attire landed on the ground with heavy weapons.
As the Treasure Trove Palace settled on the ground, its doors creaked open, revealing the glow of the treasures inside. A statue of storm god stood firmly at the entrance.
The disciples, driven by greed, ambition, and the desire for power, surged forward. Allies and enemies alike converged on the palace, the fragile truce shattered as each sought to claim the treasures for themselves.
But just in few seconds, the heads of these people rolled down the ground. Without making a single sound, those soldiers of treasure trove palace killed anyone who dared to rush inside.
Kent and Tata Lan stood behind Jia, ready to follow her lead. “Stay close,” Jia warned. “This is going to be a close call. Be alert and follow my command without any delay.”
Everyone came to a sudden stop after witnessing the massacre before them. The soldier of treasure trove palace didn’t show any mercy.
Clad in ancient armor, the soldiers wielded weapons infused with elemental energies. Their presence was intimidating, their eyes cold and unyielding.
The taller guy who came as Dao partner to Maya of demonic tree, leaned closed to her and said, “Only those who have demonstrated mastery in the Dao of Wind, Water, or Lightning may enter. We should prove our worth by striking the central statue.”
The central statue, a colossal figure standing sentinel at the entrance, radiated an aura of immense power. It was clear that only those who could harness their Dao to a significant degree would be able to affect it.
Jia also passed same information to Kent and Tata Lan.
Kent exchanged a look with Tata Lan. They both nodded heads at the same time with an understanding gaze.
“Follow me.” Jia who is waiting for the perfect time, called out Kent and rushed forward. Kent and Tata Lan closely followed her.
‘Autumn Spring breaking the heavens’
With a quick flick from her wand, Jia released a blasting attack from her wand.
‘Peng’
With a loud noise, the statue resonated peculiar vibration. Ignoring the soldiers, Jia walked forward. Unlike last time, the soldiers didn’t try to attack or kick out Jia.
“What are you waiting for?” Jia called Kent irritatingly. Without waiting for Kent and Tata Lan, Jia directly walked inside.
Kent took a deep breath and rushed forward. He channelled his understanding of the Lightning Dao, feeling the crackling energy course through his veins. With a powerful punch from his nimbus knuckles, he unleashed a bolt of lightning at the statue. The air sizzled, and the lightning struck true, causing the statue to shimmer and resonate with his colourful display. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Tata Lan followed, her mastery over the wind and Water Dao evident as she combined the two elements in a graceful yet powerful attack. The water flowed like a serpent, intertwining with the gusts of wind she summoned, striking the statue with force. The statue responded, its surface rippling with slight impact.
As Kent and Tata Lan moved past the soldiers, they could hear the cries and clashes behind them. Tata Lan felt relieved as she barely passed the test.
The disciples who remained outside were becoming increasingly desperate, their attempts to breach the palace growing more frantic. The soldiers continued their merciless defenses, cutting down intruders with swift efficiency.
One by one, the disciples of demonic tree stepped forward to face the statue. Maya had left with only 6 allies after fight with Kent. Among those six only three people succeeded.
The three remaining who had not reached sufficient mastery were met with failure, their attacks barely scratching the statue’s surface. The guarding soldiers showed no mercy, swiftly cutting down those who attempted to force their way in.
A leading disciple from the Flaming Blade family tried to use brute force, his fiery attacks clashing with the statue’s aura. The soldiers responded instantly, their swords flashing with deadly precision. The disciple fell, his body lifeless before it hit the ground.
Another disciple, a girl from the Celestial Water family, summoned a torrent of water to strike the statue. Her efforts were met with partial success, but not enough to grant her entry. The soldiers moved in, their blades slicing through the air. She barely escaped with her life, retreating with grievous-wounds.