Heavenly Abode of Blue Planet…
Alaric stood at the center of the grand hall, the excitement in his eyes barely contained as he called for the gathering of the all Supremes.
The twelve most powerful magi on the Blue Planet, the 12 supremes assembled, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
While standing with a proud face, Allaric began explaining details of the 9 realms association.
“Thank you all for coming,” Alaric began, his voice echoing through the hall. “I have returned from the First Realm with news that will change the future of our Blue Planet. The Nine Realms Association has bestowed upon me the title of Grand Arcane, and I bring with me resources beyond our wildest dreams.”
The Supremes listened intently as Alaric spoke of his reception at the gathering of the Nine Realms Association, detailing the lavish treatment he received and the promises of development and support for the Blue Planet. For fifteen minutes, Alaric painted a picture of a prosperous future, the words flowing with fervor and conviction.
But then, the Sword Sovereign snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Enough, Alaric! What did we lose? Tell me about it. How many slots did they demand for the Immortal Spirit Realm?”
Alaric’s demeanor shifted, the seriousness of the question weighing heavily on him. “Seventy percent,” he replied solemnly. “That is seventy thousand slots for all the disciples among the Nine Realms. But our planet is still left with thirty thousand slots, which are more than enough for us.”
A heavy silence fell over the hall as the Supremes absorbed the gravity of his words. Sword Sovereign’s face darkened with a grim expression.
“Seventy percent?” he echoed, his voice low and dangerous. “Do you realize what that means? There are more than three hundred thousand disciples at the Grand Master Magus stage on this planet, all preparing for the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering. Giving two-thirds of our slots to outsiders is nothing short of suicidal!”
The hall erupted into a cacophony of voices as the Supremes began to argue, their opinions clashing like thunder.
“This is madness!” Supreme spear Magus Valerius exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Those outsiders will crush our disciples, taking all the inheritances for themselves!”
“But think of the benefits we’re receiving,” Alaric’s supporter, Supreme serpent Magus Kriya, countered. “The resources, the support, the alliances! This is an opportunity we cannot afford to miss.”
Supreme Sabre Magus Morden nodded in agreement. “Kriya is right. The resources from the Nine Realms could elevate our cultivation to new heights. We must consider the bigger picture.”
“And sacrifice our disciples in the process?” Supreme staff Magus Ruchi, retorted, her voice sharp. “What good are resources if our future generations are not blessed by inheritance of gods?”
The arguments grew more heated, the Supremes divided in their opinions. Alaric stood firm, trying to maintain control. “We must see this as a strategic move,” he insisted. “The benefits outweigh the risks. We are not surrendering, we are forging alliances.”
But Sword Sovereign was unmoved. “You are blind, Alaric,” he spat, his eyes burning with fury. “This is a betrayal of our own. I will not stand by and watch our future be gambled away.”
With that, he stormed out of the hall, his anger palpable. He stopped and turned his head and said, “I will find someone from the Blue planet who can compete with the son of the Nine Realms Association head,” he vowed as he left.
The hall fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of Sword Sovereign’s words lingering in the air. Alaric looked around at the remaining Supremes, his resolve unwavering despite the turmoil.
“We must stay united,” he said firmly. “This is our chance to rise. Together, we will navigate these challenges and secure a future for our Blue Planet.”
The Supremes exchanged glances and they left one by one leaving Allaric and his close allies behind.
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In the heart of the 1st realm…
A sturdy young man stood tall and imposing against the backdrop of the majestic mountain. His jet-black hair fell to his shoulders, framing a face of sharp angles and intense, piercing eyes.
He is Simon Mama, only son of Jason Mama, the head of 9 realms association.
Clad in elegant, dark robes embroidered with intricate golden patterns, Simon exuded an aura of power and command. In his right hand, he held a long staff, its shaft made of a mysterious dark wood and topped with a glowing crystalline orb.
The air around him crackled with eerie energy as he prepared to practice his formidable array of space and time spells.
With a focused gaze, Simon began his practice, directing his immense power towards the towering mountain before him. His voice rang out clearly as he chanted the first spell.
“Chrono Slash!”
[“Samsara Chedana!”]
A brilliant arc of energy shot from his staff, slicing through the air and striking the mountain with a thunderous impact. The rock face shuddered and cracked, a deep fissure appearing where the spell had hit. Simon didn’t pause; his movements were fluid and precise as he continued his relentless assault.
“Temporal Rift!”
[“Kala Vidaraṇa!”]
The air shimmered and distorted as a swirling vortex of energy formed at the mountain’s base. The vortex expanded rapidly, drawing in boulders and debris, grinding them to dust before collapsing in on itself with a deafening roar. The mountain trembled, sending cascades of rock tumbling down its slopes.
“Space Collapse!”
[“Akasa Patana!”]
A surge of power radiated from Simon’s staff, forming a pulsating sphere of dark energy that he hurled at the mountain. The sphere collided with the rock, causing a massive explosion that shook the ground. The mountain’s peak disintegrated, sending shockwaves through the earth.
Simon’s face remained calm and focused, his eyes blazing with intensity. Spell after spell, he unleashed his formidable power upon the mountain, each one more devastating than the last.
“Dimensional Sever!”
[“Ayama Chedana!”]
A crackling blade of energy extended from his staff, cleaving through the mountain’s already weakened structure. The rock groaned and splintered, huge sections of it crumbling away.
Simon was unstoppable, his mastery over space and time evident in every precise movement and incantation. He had everything within his reach—powerful spells, ancient scriptures, unparalleled inheritance opportunities.
In his decade-long stay at the Grand Master Magus stage, he had honed his control over five natural elemental daos and received seven Demi-god inheritances.
No one was a match for him, and he knew it. His peers were far beneath his level, a fact that had driven him to compete against Mortal Sovereigns daily to test his ever-growing power.
As he prepared to unleash another devastating spell, a young lady in servant’s clothes came rushing towards him. Her breath came in short gasps as she bowed deeply before him, holding out an information slip.
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Note: I hope the chapters are little-lengthier than regular.