Tang Zi led Kent through the maze of streets, past towering stores of wizard association, filled with ancient tomes and laboratories where alchemists worked on their latest concoctions.
The two finally arrived at a grand mansion. This was the heart of the Heavenly Palace, the place where the most powerful wizards of the 6th Realm gathered to make decisions and conduct their affairs.
At the entrance of the mansion, Tang Zi’s long-tailed drake flew close to the ground, its majestic form casting a shadow over the path. Kent’s throne hovered just a few centimeters above the earth, gracefully gliding alongside the drake.
They passed through the mansion’s grand entrance, flanked by several royal welcoming ladies who bowed respectfully as they moved in. Checkpoints lined their path, each one manned by guards who quickly recognized Tang Zi and allowed them passage.
As they continued, the path opened into a vast training ground, bustling with activity. Thousands of disciples in golden ornamented clothes sparred with one another, their movements precise and powerful.
The air was filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and the murmur of spells being cast. As Tang Zi and Kent moved through the grounds, many disciples turned to look at them, curiosity evident in their eyes. It was not every day that powerful figures from the realm visited this place, and their presence drew considerable attention.
“Kent,” Tang Zi said, pointing to the sparring disciples, “these are the ones selected by the 6th Realm to help them cross the Grand Master Magus stage and enter the Mortal Sovereign realm. Only the top, most powerful disciples receive this special treatment.”
Kent nodded, taking in the sight of the intense training around him. His eyes were drawn to a large crowd gathered around two sparring disciples. The air buzzed with excitement as the spectators shouted a single name in unison, “Krum… Krum… Krum…”
In the center of the crowd, a young man wielding a red wand dominated his opponent with rapid attacks and powerful spells. His movements were fluid and precise, his spells not only effective but also colorful and visually captivating. The crowd cheered with every strike, their excitement palpable.
As they reached the edge of the training grounds, Tang Zi turned to Kent. “Wait here for a moment. I need to go inside the mansion with the roaring tiger symbol. I’ll be back shortly.”
Kent nodded and watched as Tang Zi entered the mansion. Left alone, he observed the various fights happening around him. The flashy moves of the star disciples quickly bored him.
He decided to make use of the time and focus on his cultivation. Settling into a lotus position on his throne, he began to cultivate the next stage of his Tyrant Body Physique, Storm Surge.
As Kent delved deeper into his cultivation, the atmosphere around him began to change. Dark clouds started to gather in the sky, swirling ominously with Kent at their center. The air grew thick with tension, and a low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance.
The disciples sparring nearby paused in their fights, turning their attention to the phenomenon unfolding before them. Murmurs spread through the crowd as they recognized the significance of the darkening sky. This was no ordinary occurrence; it was a manifestation of immense power and cultivation.
Kent’s body began to emit a faint, electric glow as he continued to channel the energy needed for the Storm Surge stage. Lightning crackled around him, illuminating the dark clouds above. The ground beneath his throne vibrated with the intensity of the energy he was harnessing.
“Krum, look!” one of the disciples shouted, pointing towards Kent. The crowd’s attention shifted from the ongoing duel to the spectacle of Kent’s cultivation. Even Krum, the star of the sparring ground, paused to witness the display of raw power.
More and more disciples gathered around Kent, drawn by the spectacle of his cultivation. The air buzzed with excitement and curiosity, and the commotion steadily increased. Despite the growing crowd, Kent remained serene, sitting like a still lotus on his throne. His presence exuded an unearthly calm, which only heightened the interest of those watching.
Among the crowd, many females found themselves inexplicably drawn to Kent. This attraction was due to the influence of the Lust Goddess Spirit embedded in Kent’s soul, unknowingly stirring desires within their hearts.
Even Jean, the daughter of the Supreme Staff Magus and current leader of the 6th Realm Wizard Association, moved closer to Kent, her eyes filled with a look of longing.
While the females were captivated by Kent, several male disciples were fascinated by his throne. The throne emitted a powerful force, preventing anyone from approaching too closely. They wondered at its origin and the strength it displayed.
Krum, the popular disciple who was pursuing Jean, felt a surge of irritation at the sight of her staring at Kent with such obvious interest. Unable to contain his jealousy, he scoffed angrily and pointed his wand at Kent, casting a taunting water spell meant to drench him.
Kent, still deeply engaged in his cultivation, did not react. As he did not command the throne actively, the 33 beast spirits did not defend against the spell.
The water spell came close to Kent, but soon, a divine disc flowed out from his body and redirected the spell back to Krum.
The spell hit Krum with full force, drenching him in water and causing the onlookers to burst into mocking laughter. Krum’s face turned red with embarrassment and fury. He began releasing more powerful spells in a fit of rage, but each one was instantly reflected back to him by the divine disc.
His clothes were soon tattered, and his skin was burned from the backlash of his own spells, making him look like a rugged beggar. The crowd’s laughter only grew louder, their mocking looks stinging his pride.
In his anger, Krum stood up and commanded his close companions to attack Kent from all angles. Despite the pleas from several females, who tried to speak in Kent’s favor due to their newfound desires, Krum was undeterred.
“Get him!” Krum shouted, his voice filled with venom. “We can’t let this outsider make a mockery of us!”
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