The death of Jiva sent ripples of shock through the ranks of the assembled warriors. Kent, however, was far from done. He moved through the battlefield with a lethal grace, his chariot continuing its unstoppable advance. His hands became a blur once more as he drew arrow after arrow from his divine quiver, each one loosed with deadly precision. Discover more stories at empire
A warrior from the 5th Realm, a burly man named Dragan who was known for his brute strength, ran forward, brandishing a massive war hammer.
“I’ll crush you! Let’s see if your arrows can pierce my armor!” He roared a challenge, his voice booming over the battlefield.
Kent just smirked and pulled the bow string to the fullest. As Dragan charged, Kent released a single arrow that glowed with a red light. The arrow streaked across the battlefield, and before Dragan could even swing his hammer, it struck him in the chest.
The arrow, infused with origin-nirvanic flame, shattered Dragan’s armor as if it were made of glass and pierced through his heart, ending his life in an instant.
A slender man named Alaric tried to use a stealth spell. He lurked towards Kent with a pair of gleaming daggers in hand, intending to slice Kent to pieces before he could react. With a cunning look, he jumped onto the chariot rear side.
But what happened next, took his life. The chariot spirit tossed him high into the air and Alaric fell under the feet of divine beasts which were pulling the chariot.
One by one, the battlefield was littered with the bodies of those who had dared to challenge Kent. The remaining warriors hesitated, their confidence shattered by the ease with which Kent had killed some of their strongest fighters.
In the sky above, the gods and celestial beings watched the unfolding battle with mixed emotions. Some were impressed by Kent’s prowess, others were concerned by the sheer power he displayed.
Kent’s relentless assault on the Lotus Chakra formation had begun to yield visible results. The once-imposing formation was now weakened, its outer layers crumbling under the pressure.
As the outer barriers of the Lotus Chakra formation began to falter, a ripple of excitement spread among the Blue Planet disciples who had been held at bay.
Seeing the opportunity, they surged forward, rushing towards formation with newfound determination. The chance to prove themselves and to seize the legacies of the gods was within their grasp, and none wanted to waste it.
Among the advancing disciples was a young woman from the Eternal Monsoon Sect named Jean. Her eyes glowing with a fierce forbidden darkness as she chanted a powerful sorceress spell.
With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a torrent of mystical energy that swept across the other realm disciples who stood in front layers of formation.
“Storm’s Vortex- Eternal Confinement!” Jean’s voice rang out, clear and strong, as her spell took form.
A swirling vortex of storm materialized, crackling with arcane lightning. The other realm disciples, caught off guard, found themselves trapped within the vortex’s grasp. The storm took their lives like leaves, while bolts of black lightning struck down mercilessly.
In less than a minute, Jean had killed fifty other realm disciples, their bodies lying scattered across the battlefield. For a second, a deep silence filled among the onlookers as they stared at Jean.
But just as Jean was about to perform another spell, something extraordinary happened. Her body began to glow with a brilliant dark light, so intense that it dimmed the entire battlefield. She is surrounded with divine energy, and an ethereal voice, resonant and powerful, echoed from the heavens.
“Your strength, your resolve, and your mastery of the dark arts have pleased me. I am Keli, Goddess of the Danava Race, and I offer you my legacy. Accept it, and rise to greatness.”
Jean’s heart pounded in her chest as the realization dawned on her. A goddess—a true deity—was offering her a legacy! Without hesitation, she fell to her knees, bowing her head in reverence.
“I, Jean, humbly accept your legacy, O Great Goddess Keli,” she declared, her voice trembling. The golden light intensified, enveloping her completely as the goddess’s power flowed into her.
The transformation was immediate. Jean’s cultivation soared, breaking through the barriers that had once held her back.
Her aura channels expanded and evolved into Mana channels. In the blink of an eye, she ascended to the Mortal Sovereign realm, her power now far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator.
As the golden brilliance faded, Jean was teleported out of the blessed land, leaving the battlefield behind. A moment of stunned silence followed her departure, and then the Blue Planet disciples erupted in cheers, their voices filled with admiration and pride.
“She did it! She’s been chosen by a goddess!” someone from her sect shouted, and the excitement spread like wildfire.
Amid the cheers, the high wizards of the Blue Planet, who had been watching from the sidelines, sprang into action. They rushed towards the spot where Jean had been, eager to secure her allegiance now that she had ascended to such heights.
Meanwhile, seeing that one of them got legacy of goddess, the other disciples were spurred into action. The once-dreaded Lotus Chakra formation had become a hunting ground, with the outer entrance layers now vulnerable and ripe for attack.
More and more Blue Planet disciples turned their focus on breaching these layers, driven by the hope of securing their own legacies.
“Kill these bastards!” a young warrior shouted, his sword gleaming as he charged into the fray.
“We’ve got the upper hand now—let’s show them what we’re made of! Let’s show them the result of mocking us.”
The tables had turned. The other realm disciples, who had once been the predators, now found themselves hunted. Panic spread through their ranks as they realized they were being overwhelmed.
A warrior from the 9th Realm, named Lysander, fought desperately to hold the line. “We cannot let them break through! Hold the formation!” he cried, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of battle.
Despite his efforts, his comrades were falling one by one, their morale shattered by the relentless assault from the Blue Planet disciples.
In the midst of this chaos, Kent’s chariot continued to circle the inner lines of Lotus formation, his arrows striking down anyone who dared to challenge him.