But before anyone could move, a sudden ripple of energy filled the air. Kent appeared above the garden, his presence attracting attention. Beside him, the Lust Goddess hovered, visible only to Kent, her form shimmering with an ethereal glow.
“Kent!” Kelly exclaimed, a mix of surprise and anger in her voice.
Jia, still recovering from the ordeal, looked up and felt a strange sense of calm. “Kent, what is he doing here?”
Kent himself was stunned by his sudden appearance, but the Lust Goddess beside him radiated confidence. “Don’t worry about them. This is also one of my gift for you.”
With a snap of her fingers, the entire garden began to tremble. The cultivators below watched in shock as the earth beneath the herbs lifted, forming a massive, floating island of vegetation. The herbs glowed even brighter, their energies intertwining in a dazzling display of colors.
“What’s happening?” one of the demonic tree sect disciples shouted, panic evident in his voice. “The herbs are floating away!”
The Lust Goddess smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “This garden now belongs to you,” she declared. With a graceful wave of her hand, the entire floating island of herbs condensed into a shimmering orb of light, which then shot toward Kent, disappearing into the new Spiritual storage ring on his finger.
Maya’s face contorted with rage. “No! This can’t be happening! Those herbs were supposed to be ours!”
Eila, despite her initial calm, couldn’t hide her shock. “How did he do that? That storage ring… it’s a sovereign spirit ring. It must be from the treasure trove palace.”
Kent looked at the ring on his finger, struggling to comprehend the vastness of his new possession. “How…?!”
The Lust Goddess’s laughter echoed in his mind.
Maya’s anger boiled over. “This isn’t over, Kent! We’ll find you, and we’ll take back what you stole from us!” She shouted loudly in anger.
Eila, though envious, couldn’t deny the power Kent now held. She immediately commanded her group to attack Kent.
Soon, everyone began unleashing their spells towards Kent. One by one, everyone began using their ultimate attacks on Kent. But Lust goddess swiped her hand with a prideful smirk.
As the last of the cultivators’ attacks fizzled out, Kent remained untouched, his body shimmering with a protective aura.
Maya, in her rage, unleashed a barrage of powerful spells, her eyes blazing with fury. But no matter how fierce her magic, not a single spell landed on Kent.
His form flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot, leaving behind an empty ground filled with frustrated cultivators.
“Where did he go?” Kelly exclaimed, scanning the area in disbelief.
“He disappeared! Just like that,” Jia added, her voice tinged with awe and surprise.
Maya clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. “We can’t let him get away with this. We must find him!” she shouted, her determination unwavering.
But Kent was already far from their reach, accompanied by the Lust Goddess’s spirit, embarking on a new journey toward the north. As they moved through the landscape, the Lust Goddess floated beside Kent, her ethereal form shimmering in the sunlight.
“There’s no need to look back,” she said, her voice soothing yet firm. “Those treasures are no longer worth your time. Our goal now is to obtain the Storm God’s inheritance.”
Kent nodded, his resolve strengthened by her words. “Where do we find it?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
“We must travel to the White Desert,” the Lust Goddess replied. “It’s a place of great power, where the Storm God once reigned supreme. There, you will face trials that will test your strength and Dao’s.”
For three days, they traveled through varied terrains, the landscape gradually shifting from lush forests to barren plains.
On the fourth day, they arrived at the edge of the White Desert. The air was thick with tension, the sky darkened by storm clouds. Lightning flashed in the distance, and the sound of thunder rumbled through the air.
“This is it. In the center of this storm lies the Storm God’s summit. You must reach it to claim his inheritance.” The Lust Goddess said, pointing towards the heart of the desert.
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Kent looked out at the raging storm before him, his heart pounding with anticipation. “What must I do?” he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.
The Lust Goddess’s expression turned serious. “You need to reach the summit at the centre of white desert, but it won’t be easy. There are thirteen stairs leading to the top, and each step is guarded by thirteen different types of lightning. You must endure them all to prove your worth to the Storm God’s conscious spirit.”
Kent swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and worry. “One lightnings on each step?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “Each step will test your resilience, your strength, and your willpower. The Storm God will not accept anyone who cannot bear the full force of his power.”
Kent took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of the challenges ahead. He knew this would be the most difficult trial he had ever faced, but he was determined to succeed.
“Alright,” he said, his voice filled with resolve. “Let’s do this.”
As Lust goddess vanished into his soul space, Kent stepped into the White Desert. The ground beneath his feet crackled with energy, and the wind whipped around him, carrying with it the scent of burnt land and rain. Lightning danced across the sky, illuminating the path ahead.
“Remember, you must keep moving forward, no matter how intense the pain. Show the Storm God that you are worthy of his power.” The Lust Goddess said, her voice carrying over the roar of the storm,
Kent nodded, steeling himself for the journey. As he walked deeper into the desert, the wind grew stronger, and the rain began to fall in heavy sheets.
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