Chapter Title: Kent’s Identity Revealed!!!
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A week had passed since Kent entered the Spirit World. In the mean time, the Nine Realms enjoyed an unusual calm, with no major disruptions except for the political instability brewing in the Blue Planet Wizard Association.
Hidden from the gaze of powerful cultivators, however, a sinister undercurrent war began to stir.
Far from the eyes of the realms, in the Divine Deity Sect…
Madam Clark, leader of the sworn wizards fist faction, moved her forces to 7th realm secretly. The city’s atmosphere has changed as wizards bearing the weapon-shaped mark on their bodies arrived silently, answering a call issued by Sworn wizards association.
In the depths of a hidden under ground chamber beneath the mountain, Madam Clark addressed her generals. Her icy gaze scanned the assembly, her presence commanding and unyielding.
“It has been long enough, The Nine Realms Wizard Association has held their dominion with ruthless rule, suppressing others, silencing many strong cultivators, branding us rebels. This will continue no longer.”
The generals nodded, their faces shadowed but their expressions determined. One of them, a towering man with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward. “Madam Clark, we have waited decades for this day. What is our first move?”
Madam Clark’s face turned serious. “The Seventh Realm, under the Quinn family. It will serve as the first battleground.”
Another general, a slender woman with emerald-green eyes, raised a hand. “But the Seventh Realm is well-guarded. How will we move our forces there without raising suspicion?”
Madam Clark gestured to a massive crystal pillar in the corner of the chamber, pulsing faintly with magical energy. “This Inter-Realm Teleportation Gate will connect to the 7th realm in a city left behind by my son, is our key. It has been constructed for this reason, now it will ferry our armies directly to the Seventh Realm. The Quinn family won’t know what hit them.”
The generals exchanged looks of excitement and awe. One of them spoke, “And that one city will be enough, Madam? Is it secure enough to shelter our regrouping troops?”
Madam Clark nodded. “It’s perfect. No outsider would dare approach this place, not with its reputation as the forbidden city of the Dragon Lord. We will regroup here, strengthen our forces, and when the time is right, we will strike.”
She stepped forward, her voice rising with fervor. “Our goal is clear: the Nine Realms Wizard Association must fall. Under the leadership of 7 Sovereigns, the sworn wizards will rule this world.”
A resounding cheer erupted from the gathered wizards, their voices echoing through the chamber. Madam Clark raised her hand, silencing them. “Now go. Prepare the troops. Every wizard bearing the mark must be ready to fight.”
As the generals dispersed to carry out her orders, Madam Clark turned to the teleportation gate, her expression softening ever so slightly. “Kent,” she murmured, her tone almost wistful. “You’ve done more for me than you know. Soon, the world will remember the power of the sworn wizards.”
In the Blue Planet Wizard Association, an event of great significance had occurred, though few knew of it.
Elarin Hall, the Supreme Sword Magus, had achieved what was thought impossible: the breakthrough to Half-Sovereign.
Elarin stood in the heart of his residence’s grand hall, his aura crackling with newfound power. The few sworn wizards who witnessed the event stared in awe, their faces a mixture of fear and admiration.
One of them, a young wizard with a fiery temperament, stepped forward hesitantly. “Master Elarin, with your newfound strength, shouldn’t we announce this to the world? Let the realms tremble at the rise of the sworn wizards.”
Elarin shook his head, his piercing blue eyes flashing with resolve. “No. This strength is not for display. It is a weapon, and weapons are most effective when hidden.”
Another wizard, older and more cautious, bowed deeply. “What are your orders, Master? How should we proceed?”
“Continue to operate in the shadows,” Elarin replied. “Our enemies must remain unaware of our true power until it is too late. Madam Clark has plans in motion. I will join the battle only when the moment demands it.”
He paused, his gaze drifting to the horizon beyond the grand hall. “The Nine Realms association has grown complacent. They will not see us coming.”
The wizards nodded and dispersed, their loyalty to the Sword faction unwavering. Alone, the Supreme Sword Magus clenched his fist, the air around him rippling with energy. “Soon, the realms will be in chaos.”
In the Seventh Realm, Emperor Ryon strode through the fiery mountains, his regal robes trailing behind him.
His face was etched with frustration, his thoughts consumed by recent events. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire
For a month, chaos had plagued his rule. The Royal Prison had been breached, freeing dangerous criminals, including the infamous Jamba Zi. The legacy spell of his family had been stolen from the sacred Five Mountains, and even the heavily guarded royal treasury had been emptied.
Today, seeking advice of his father, Ryon walked alone to the ancestral hall.
He found his father, Drona Lionheart, tending to the garden near the tomb of Ryon’s mother.
“Father,” Ryon called out, his voice heavy with despair.
Drona looked up from his work with a calm expression. “What troubles you?” Drona asked directly after seeing the depressed face of his elder son.
Ryon hesitated, then sat beside the tomb. After a long silence, he began to speak. “For the past month, I was failing as an emperor. Someone released a great number of prisoners from the Royal prison, including Jamba Zi. After that incident, someone completely took away the legacy spell of our family from the five mountains. Later, our Royal treasury was also robbed completely, including the seventh room which was completely under my control.
We couldn’t find the culprit even after employing thousands of soldiers and ministers. I really don’t understand how someone stole the legacy spell, which was connected to our bloodline? I am certain that no other family member of our clan did these things.”
Drona listened quietly with his calm demeanor. He didn’t reply to Ryon or asked any questions. More than anything Drona was not a bit surprised. Then suddenly Drona began laughing with a proud look.
“Why are you laughing, Father?” Ryon asked, his voice tinged with frustration. “Don’t you understand the gravity of this?”
Drona smiled faintly. “I do. And the answer lies in your own words. Only someone of our bloodline could steal the legacy spell and open the seventh room of the treasury. And a person of our bloodline did all these things.
The irony is that the same person has been roaming before your eyes in the past one month and made his name in the seventh realm like a capable man. You don’t have any idea about him. That’s why I am laughing.”
Ryon frowned, confusion clouding his face. “What do you mean? My two sons would never betray me. And my brother Ragnar couldn’t reach the Fire Mountains without my permission. Who else could it be?”
“I’m talking about your first son, who is the rightful Heir to the throne of the Quinn family.” Drona said in a serious tone.
“Maxwell?” Ryon asked with a confused look.
Drona’s smile grew, his eyes glinting with pride. “I’m speaking of your eldest son—the one you have long forgotten. The son born to your first wife, the lady of the Clark family.”
Ryon’s breath caught in his throat. Memories of his first wife and their child surfaced, unbidden. “His… his name… ‘Dragon Lord Respected,'” he whispered, realization dawned on him.
Drona laughed, a deep, hearty sound. “Exactly. He has been right before your eyes, making his name known across the realm. When I first saw him, I knew he was of our bloodline. Unlike your other sons, he is fearless, capable, and destined for greatness. If you want our family to rise again, you must bring him back and make him the rightful heir.”
Ryon sat in stunned silence, the weight of his father’s words settling over him. Finally, he muttered, “Kent Clark… the Dragon Lord Respected.”
Drona placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Do not fear the consequences, Ryon. Find him. Acknowledge him. For he is the future of our family.”
Ryon nodded slowly. But inside his mind, a different plan was brewing.
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