One month had passed since Kent arrived in the Sixth Realm. In that time, he had already mastered the second stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique, Lightning Reflexe.
On this particular day, he stood by the serene pond near the whitewood tree, ready to demonstrate the new body spells he had learned from the stage of lightening reflex.
The baby dragon, and his pets, watched intently from the edge of the pond, their eyes wide with fascination. Kent took a deep breath and began with the first spell.
“Thunder Step!” he shouted, invoking the spell with the mantra, “Garjan Paad Tejasvi Gati”
Instantly, he seemed to walk across the pond’s surface water, his movements light and effortless like a feather dancing in the air. The baby dragon let out a soft chirp of amazement.
Next, Kent submerged his feet into the water, feeling the coolness envelop him. He muttered the spell for Lightning Veil, “Vajra Kavach Rakshan Urja”.
A circular layer of white lightning surrounded him, crackling with intense energy. The organisms in the lake were briefly electrocuted, causing ripples of energy to pulse through the water. Sensing their distress, Kent stopped the spell before any lives were lost, the electric veil dissipating around him.
The baby dragon blinked, clearly impressed by the display. Kent then prepared for the next spell. “Volt Dash!” he called out, using the mantra, “Vidyut Gati Teevra Sanchalan”.
In an instant, he teleported to the edge of the pond, moving as fast as lightning itself. The sudden displacement of air caused small waves to ripple across the pond’s surface.
Finally, Kent approached the whitewood tree, which spread its massive branches for miles around. He took a deep breath, steadying his mind and body, and extended his hand towards the trunk. “
Lightning Shockwave!” he muttered, with the mantra, “Vajra Tarang Teevra Prahar”. As his palm made contact with the stump, a powerful ripple of lightning energy surged through the tree. The entire tree trembled, and several branches broke off, falling with a resounding crackle and thud.
The ground beneath them shook slightly from the force of the spell, and the baby dragon took a few cautious steps back, its eyes wide with awe and a hint of fear. Kent looked up at the towering tree, now quivering from the aftershocks of his attack, and let out a deep breath.
Staring at the crackling white wood tree, Tang Zi called out to Kent. “Let’s go. You need storm crystals and lightning dao stones to reach the 3rd stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique, Storm Surge.”
Kent nodded in agreement, anticipation sparking in his eyes. Turning around, Tang Zi whistled loudly.
In the next instant, a long-tailed drake emerged from the beast pouch at his waist. The drake, with scales shimmering in various hues of green and blue, stared at Kent curiously for a moment. Tang Zi tossed a snack to the drake, who caught it deftly in its maw before Tang Zi mounted the majestic creature.
Kent took a moment to gather his belongings. He first retrieved a spirit treasure ring from the pond, which contained all his physical treasures. The ring, glinting with a faint blue light, felt reassuring in his hand. With a deep breath, he called out his throne.
As the throne materialized beside him, Kent mounted it by walking along the 33 steps. The throne, attuned to Kent’s spirit, began to hover and automatically followed Tang Zi’s drake. The two of them left the Mountain Devil Forest in a streak of light, their forms blending into the early morning mist.
Their destination was the Heavenly Palace of the 6th Realm, a place where the Wizard Association held dominion over all affairs. Tang Zi was taking Kent directly to the palace to collect the necessary materials for Kent’s body cultivation. As they journeyed, Kent settled comfortably on his throne, allowing his mind to wander as they flew through the skies.
The beauty of the 6th Realm unfolded beneath them, a tapestry of vibrant colors and bustling life. It was spring, and the realm was in full bloom. Fields of flowers stretched endlessly, their petals swaying gently in the breeze.
Rivers meandered lazily through lush valleys, reflecting the sunlight in sparkling ripples. Villages and towns dotted the landscape, each a hive of activity, their inhabitants going about their daily lives unaware of the two travelers soaring above them.
Kent marveled at the sight, his heart swelling with a mixture of awe and excitement. The air was fresh and carried the scent of blooming flowers and rich earth. The journey, though long, was a feast for the senses, and Kent found himself lost in the beauty of it all.
After a long journey that spanned the entirety of the night, the first light of dawn began to tint the horizon. The soft glow of the morning sun cast a golden hue over everything, painting the landscape in shades of orange and pink. As the Heavenly Palace came into view, Kent’s breath caught in his throat.
The palace gates stretched for hundreds of miles, a magnificent structure of towering spires and intricate arches. The buildings within were constructed of gleaming stone and adorned with magical runes that pulsed with energy. It was an advanced city, a testament to the power and sophistication of the Wizard Association.
Tang Zi and his drake descended gracefully, landing before the colossal gates. Kent’s throne followed suit, coming to a gentle rest beside them.
As Kent dismounted, he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the sheer scale of the palace. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, a place of wonder and mystery.
Guards dressed in ornate armor, their expressions stern and watchful, stood at attention as Tang Zi approached. They recognized him immediately, bowing respectfully before opening the gates. Kent followed closely, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Inside, the palace was even more breathtaking. The streets were lined with stalls selling all manner of magical items and rare ingredients. Wizards and magi of all ranks bustled about, their robes billowing as they moved from one place to another.
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