After the end of 9 realms gathering, all the nine half-sovereigns and very few specially invited people were moved into a separate room. Allaric was also invited into this special feast.
As they settled into their seats, the head of 9 realms, Jason Mama, raised a goblet in a toast. “To the prosperity and strength of our realms,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of his authority.
The others echoed the toast, and the meal began. Delicacies from across the realms were served, each dish a testament to the culinary arts of the Nine Realms. Despite the sumptuous fare, Allaric felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach, knowing that a crucial discussion was imminent.
After a few minutes of casual conversation, the chief servant moved close to Allaric. “Supreme, Allaric, my master, Jason wants to discuss the allocation of slots for the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering on the Blue Planet.”
Allaric’s heart raced. He had anticipated this moment, but the indirect approach caught him off guard.
As Allaric turned his head towards the leader of 9 realms, Jason Mama, he felt a strange fear.
Jason swallowed the sweet wine and stared back at Allaric with a serious look. “I am directly ordering that 70% of the slots be allocated to the Nine Realms Association,” the head continued. “These slots will be distributed equally among the other realms and the association.”
Allaric turned his head in confusion and stared at his plate in hesitation.
But Jason completely discarded Allaric’s opinion. “Why are you silent, Allaric? Do you forget all the benefits I have done for your tiny planet? Speak.” Jason cried out in a serious tone.
Allaric nodded fearfully, understanding the weight of the demand. He swallowed hard and asked, “Sovereign, is this for your son?”
The head laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. “Yes,” he replied, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and ambition. “It is for my son, and for the future of this association.”
Ryon Lionheart, who sat beside Allaric, also laughed and patted him on the back. “Even if you didn’t give up the slots, it would be a waste to use them on Blue Planet disciples,” he mocked. “They are weak, and none have succeeded in receiving a direct god’s inheritance during the Beast Spirit Gathering in decades.”
Allaric felt a flush of shame at Ryon’s words, but he didn’t talk back. The statement, harsh as it was, held a kernel of truth. The Blue Planet’s disciples had struggled to achieve significant success in these high-stakes events.
The head, noticing Allaric’s discomfort, leaned in and said more subtly, “Think of this as an opportunity, Allaric. With the resources and support we’re providing, the Blue Planet has the chance to grow stronger. This arrangement benefits everyone.”
Allaric nodded, forcing a smile. “Thank you, Sovereign. I will do my best to prove myself worthy of your kindness.”
The head raised his goblet again. “To the shared prosperity,” he said, signaling the end of the serious discussion.
As the meal continued, Allaric couldn’t shake the feeling of being outmaneuvered. He knew he had to return to the Blue Planet with determination, to ensure that the resources and treasures they received would truly benefit their disciples. The weight of the head’s expectations and the derision of the other half-sovereigns pressed heavily on his mind.
The meeting of the Nine Realms had ended, but the real challenges were just beginning. Allaric vowed to himself that he would find a way to convince other supremes about this arrangement.
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Seven days passed since Kent came back from the heavenly palace of the 6th realm. Since then, he has been completely immersed in learning mastery of spells related to the Storm Surge stage.
On this day…
Kent floated above the pond, his eyes closed in deep concentration. His master, Tang Zi, stood at the edge of the pond, observing with a watchful eye. Nearby, Kent’s pets—the Fire Kirin, the serpent beast Jabil, and the baby dragon—watched with curiosity and anticipation.
After opening eyes with a determined look, Kent began to chant, his voice strong and resonant.
“Thunder Strike!” he called out, raising his hand to the sky.
“Vajra Prahara Akasha gamya”
A bolt of lightning surged from the clouds above, striking the pond with a deafening crash. The water sizzled and steamed, creating a misty aura around Kent. Using the thick mist, Kent executed the next spell.
“Storm Burst!” he continued, his voice unwavering.
“Megha Visphota Jala Kaksha”
A whirlwind of energy erupted from his body, sending waves of force rippling across the pond. The mist water droplets turned in the shape of arrows and attacked all the trees around the pond.
“Lightning Vortex!” Kent’s eyes glowed with an inner light as he invoked the next spell.
“Vidut Bhavari Smahara Chakravat”
A spiraling column of lightning formed around him, swirling with destructive energy. As he moved hands with mudras, the lightning energy shaped like a big arrow and hit the big tree when he unleashed his hands.
With a crackling noise, the tree cut down in half and arrow continued to move into forest for hundreds of meters while slicing everything in its path.
The baby dragon let out a chirp of excitement, its scales reflecting the brilliant light.
Kent stabilized himself before executing the ultimate powerful spell of this stage.
“Storm Surge!” he called out, summoning the ultimate power of his Storm God Tyrant Physique.
“Pralaya Taranga Bheebatsa”
The sky darkened, and a massive wave of storm energy cascaded down, enveloping Kent in its might. The pond roared with the fury of the elements, and the ground trembled under the force of his spell.
The entire water in the pond rose into the air, moved around with his hand movement. If he unleashes it, all the flora and fauna around him will turn into ash. But Kent didn’t execute the spell.
Kent’s pets watched in awe, the Fire Kirin’s flames flickering brighter, Jabil coiling with excitement, and the baby dragon flapping its wings eagerly. Kent, floating serenely above the turbulent pond, felt the immense power coursing through him. Each spell, each chant, brought him closer to the peak of his abilities.
As the energy subsided, Kent lowered himself back to the ground, his breathing steady and controlled.
Tang Zi nodded in approval, impressed by Kent’s mastery. “You’re getting stronger. Keep pushing your limits. Once you master 4th stage, I will start hand to hand comabt and pass my family art to you.”
Kent bowed his head in silence and thanked tang Zi for the guidance he has given to master these spells in short time.
Tang Zi smiled, a glint of pride in his eyes.
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Thank you for GT…
