“Lightning Dragon Claw”
With a quick shout, Kent transitioned into a crouching stance. He extended his right hand, fingers curled like a dragon’s claw. He swiped at the air, and a bolt of lightning energy in the shape of a dragon’s claw followed his movements.
The claw ripped through the storm, its roar mingling with the thunder, as if a dragon had awakened within the tempest.
“Thunderous Body Smash”
Drawing the storm’s energy into his core, Kent flexed his muscles, feeling them swell with power. He launched himself into the air and came crashing down with his entire body, channeling the force of a lightning strike into the ground beneath him.
The earth shattered upon impact, cracks spiderwebbing out from where he landed, as if the very mountain was bowing to his might.
Each gesture, each stance, each mudra was executed with perfect precision, transforming his physical form into a living weapon.
The storm seemed to respond to his efforts, the lightning strikes growing more frequent, the thunder louder, as if the elements themselves were acknowledging his mastery.
Tang Zi watched from a distance, his eyes gleaming with excitement and awe. He had seen many forms of body spells, but the Storm God Tyrant Physique spells were fierce and breathtaking to watch.
Kent’s training continued, each movement refining his control over the storm’s energy.
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[Read carefully from now on as the story is moving too deep.. might be boring initially.]
Supreme Maze gathering of wizard association…
The discussion about Kent had finally concluded, with the Supreme Mages reaching a unanimous decision to make Kent part of the Wizard Association.
The room, still humming with the residual tension and excitement of the earlier debate, fell into a momentary lull. Spear Magus Valerius broke the silence, turning towards Wand Magus Allaric with a questioning look.
“Why did you call for this sudden gathering, Allaric?” Valerius asked, his tone measured but curious. “I don’t think you brought us all together just for some business.”
Allaric’s eyes sparkled with a smug satisfaction as he reached into his robes and produced a golden parchment. The symbol of the Whale, emblem of the Nine Realms, gleamed prominently on its surface. He handed it to Saber Magus Morden, whose brows furrowed as he read the contents.
Morden’s frown deepened, and he passed the invitation letter to the Supreme beside him. One by one, the golden parchment made its way around the circle, each mage reacting with varying degrees of surprise and concern. Finally, it reached Sword Magus Elarian.
Sword magus went to every single word on that golden parchment.
“As expected,” sword magus Elarian sighed, his brows knitting together in contemplation.
Allaric, intrigued by Elarian’s reaction, leaned forward. “What do you mean? Did you already know that the Nine Realms Summit would invite us to the decade-long summit?”
Elarian met Allaric’s gaze with a serious expression. “I had my suspicions. The Nine Realms Association has been too quiet lately. It was only a matter of time before they made a move. But I’m curious to hear what everyone else thinks about this special invitation.”
Supreme Serpent Magus Kriya was the first to speak, her voice energitic but thoughtful. “This could be an opportunity. We could use this chance to negotiate for more resources, strengthen our position, and perhaps gain new alliances.”
Supreme Guqin Magus Selene nodded in agreement. “Yes, the summit could be beneficial. We need to present ourselves as a unified and strong association, showing that we are not to be underestimated.”
However, not everyone was optimistic. Supreme Flame Magus Pyrros’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Or it could be a trap. The Nine Realms Association rarely acts without an ulterior motive. We must be cautious.”
Supreme staff Magus Ruchi, her robes perpetually shifting as if caught in an unseen breeze, weighed in thoughtfully. “We must consider the timing. This invitation coincides with significant unrest across the realms. They could be seeking to leverage our resources or perhaps our unique position.”
Supreme Shadow Magus Nocturn, his voice a mere whisper in the dim light, remarked, “Regardless of their motives, this is a rare chance to engage with the wider realms. We must be vigilant but also bold. This could be our chance to gain influence and power beyond our current reach.”
Wand Magus Allaric, hearing everyone’s, finally gave his opinion. “Agreed. The Nine Realms Summit is an opportunity fraught with risks and potential rewards. We must enter this summit not as supplicants, but as equals.
We will make our preparations and attend the summit, ready to face whatever challenges and opportunities come our way. The Wizard Association will not be caught unprepared, and we will use this chance to solidify our place in the realms.”
Finally, everyone turned towards Sword Magus Elarian, who was smiling softly after hearing the long explanation from Allaric.
Irritated by Elarian’s smile, Wand Magus Allaric couldn’t hold back his curiosity and annoyance.
“Why are you laughing, Elarian?” Allaric asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
Elarian’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression as he stared back at Allaric. “Do you all forget about the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering? The next gathering at the War God Temple is the 333rd one. Do you all forget the significance?” he asked in a loud, angry tone.
Everyone fell silent, stunned as they realized the meaning behind Elarian’s words.
The occasions of 13, 33, 133, 333, 1333, and 3333 had significant connections to the War God.
Among the 33 original Sovereign Gods, the War God was the 33rd, and the 13th was the Goddess of Life, his half-partner. These numbers held special significance in relation to the War God.
“So, you mean the Nine Realms Association is coveting the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering?” Allaric asked, his tone filled with surprise.
Before Elarian could respond, Staff Magus Ruchi spoke up, her voice grave. “It must be. Otherwise, why would they send a special invitation to us, a low-rank realm? Those stinky fellows are definitely eyeing some spots in the Immortal Spirit Gathering.”
Supreme Saber Magus Morden also chimed in, “It has to be the reason. There’s a high chance of obtaining the War God inheritance during these special years. The last time, during the 133rd Immortal beast spirit gathering, they planned something similar.
The current leader of the Nine Realms got the War God inheritance then. He might be scheming to secure the War God inheritance for his son or a close relative.”
The realization dawned upon each Supreme Mage, their expressions shifting from confusion to understanding and then to anger.
The room buzzed with murmurs as they recalled the past deeds of the Nine Realms Association and the intricate ploy behind the special invitation.
Supreme Serpent Magus Kriya’s voice cut through the chatter, “We cannot let them use us as pawns in their grand scheme. This gathering could be our chance to gain something significant, but we must be cautious and prepared.”
Supreme Guqin Magus Selene added, “Agreed. We must go to the summit with a clear strategy, understanding that they have their eyes set on the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering. We should gather our intelligence and be ready to counter their moves.”
A silence fell for a short time as everyone thinking deeply about the counter measures against 9 realms association.
The Sword Magus, finally stood up and commanded silence with a mere gesture. “We can’t go against the Nine Realms Association,” he began, his voice resonating with a mix of frustration and inevitability.
“They will definitely request the participation of thousands of disciples from other realms in the Immortal Beast Gathering. In any case, we can’t deny their request.”
A heavy frown appeared on everyone’s face, and the room fell into a contemplative silence. The reality of their situation was sinking in, the weight of the Sword Magus’s words pressing down on them.
He continued, his tone more resolute. “In any case, we should use this chance to gain a permanent seat in the Nine Realms Association and other benefits which could help elevate our realm. We must not agree to their requests without proper benefits.”
His final words hung in the air, followed by a heavy sigh that echoed through the hall. The room was still, the tension palpable. Then, a chuckle broke the silence. Allaric, a man known for his cunning and audacity, stood up, drawing all eyes to him.
“Leave this matter to me,” Allaric said confidently, a sly smile playing on his lips. “I will definitely get great benefits from the Nine Realms Association in exchange for their participation in the Immortal Beast Gathering.”
The Sword Magus narrowed his eyes, studying Allaric for a moment before nodding slowly. “Very well. But remember, the stakes are high. We are entrusting you with the future of our realm.”
Allaric’s grin widened. “I understand, Sword Magus. I won’t let you down.”
With that, the meeting dispersed, each member lost in their thoughts about the challenges and opportunities ahead.
The Sword Magus remained, staring out of the window, his mind already strategizing their next move. He look for a person on blue planet who could complete and gain the war god inheritance during the Immortal-Beast Spirit gathering.