As Kent observing the function of divine disc, the storm god consciousness smiled at him with curious look.
“Kent,” he began, his voice resonating with a timeless authority, “you must respect the legacy you have inherited. One day, you must reach the Spirit Realm to fulfil your destiny.”
Kent, still reeling from the incredible treasures, took a deep breath and asked, “Has my body reached the half-treasure state you mentioned after facing the thirteen lightnings?”
A knowing smile played across the Storm God’s lips. “What I said is true. Your body really turned into half spirit treasure. But why are you so concerned about it? Tell me, Kent, do you wish to become a body cultivator instead of an Arch-Magus?”
Kent’s paused for a moment as he thought about the idea of becoming a body mage. Finally his thoughts settled on the nimbus gauntlets wrapped around his arms. Many people said that Kent should cherish these nimbus gauntlets. With a determined look, he replied, “I want to master my body alongside my cultivation. Venerable, is there any problem?”
The Storm God consciousness nodded approvingly and conjured a manual, its cover glowing with ancient runes. He handed it to Kent. “This is the ‘Storm God Tyrant Physique’ manual. It will guide you in honing your body to its utmost potential. There is nothing wrong in pursing both paths.”
Kent bowed his head deeply in respect. “I will always remember this favor. Thank you, Venerable.”
The Storm God smiled warmly. “Young one, prepare to leave the inheritance ground. My task here is complete.”
Kent nodded, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and purpose. After a brief pause, the Storm God consciousness moved his hands in a series of intricate gestures. Immediately, all the disciples were sent out of the inheritance ground in bursts of light.
Outside, the storm god inheritance ground began shaking with thunderous noise.
Finally, the Storm God consciousness took a long, meaningful look at Kent. With a final wave of his hand, Kent felt a gentle force envelop him, and he was sent out of the inheritance ground, ready to shake the outside world.
Outside the inheritance ground, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Several family members, sect elders, and wizard association soldiers stood in patient vigil. Two weeks had passed since the inheritance ground had opened, and everyone expected it would take another two weeks before any of the disciples returned.
To their surprise, a sudden tremor shook the inheritance ground, sending a ripple of alarm through the crowd.
The ground quaked with a loud, earth-shaking rumble that echoed through the air. Instantly, everyone was on high alert. The wizard association elders barked orders, sending soldiers to maintain order and control the growing crowd.
From the wizard association tower, the Supreme Spear Magus, emerged with a curious look. He never expected the inheritance ground to disappear just after two weeks.
He soared into the sky, his presence commanding immediate attention. The crowd, filled with family members and sect elders, began to gather before the barrier of the inheritance ground, their faces painted with anxious anticipation.
After a brief, tense pause, the barrier shimmered and began to release the disciples. Gusts of wind accompanied each one as they were transported outside the barrier, landing softly on the sandy ground.
The crowd murmured with excitement, eyes scanning each disciple for signs of success.
Kent emerged last, his spirits visibly high. He stood tall, his aura radiating newfound power and a divine light.
The crowd gasped, their attention shifting from the barrier to Kent. Just then, the inheritance ground behind him began to shake violently. The earth groaned and trembled as the ancient structure slowly started to sink into the sandy floor.
“Nooo… Nooo…” Several disciples cried out in despair, their voices tinged with frustration and regret.
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“I almost touched the nine-petal fruit!” one exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.
“Someone snatched my black thunder fruit. Who is that bastard?” another shouted, anger and disappointment mingling in his voice.
“Where is the demonic tree sect. I want to kill them all.” Another shouted in anger.
The crowd’s focus wavered between the disappearing inheritance ground and the disciples who had been sent outside just from the reaches of treasures.
Wizard association members, family elders, and sect masters began to move through the crowd, their eyes sharp as they searched for any sign of who had succeeded in obtaining the inheritance.
The Supreme Spear Magus descended from the sky, his eyes locking onto Kent. He approached with a purposeful stride, his presence causing a hush to fall over the crowd. “My friend, do you succeed in inheritance the storm God legacy?” he demanded, his voice resonating with authority.
Kent stepped forward, meeting the Supreme Spear Magus’s gaze with unwavering resolve. “I have,” he declared, his voice steady and clear.
A ripple of shock and awe spread through the crowd. The other disciples, still reeling from their sudden ejection, looked at Kent with a mixture of envy and respect. The Supreme Spear Magus studied Kent for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
“My friend, you have achieved what many could not. You might be the first one in entire nine realms to receive the inheritance of the storm god.”
The wizard association elders and the sect masters stared at Kent with reverence, their faces reflecting a grudging respect for the young man before them.
As the inheritance ground finally disappeared beneath the sand, the disciples’ cries of protest faded. The reality of the situation settled in. the inheritance had been claimed, and the world outside the barrier had changed forever.
While everyone staring at the fading inheritance ground. Supreme Spear Magus stared at Kent.
“Brother,” he began, his voice carrying both authority and warmth, “from now onwards, please call me Brother as well. You may be far behind me in cultivation at this moment, but I have no doubt that you will surpass me in the future.”
A murmur ran through the crowd, a wave of astonishment and curiosity rippling outward. The Supreme Spear Magus raised his hand for silence, and all eyes turned to him.
“As the Supreme of the Wizard Association, I cordially invite Young master Kent to take the position of the 13th Supreme.” His declaration echoed like thunder across the assembly.
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