The Devil mountain is filled with strange energy. Inside the closed chamber the trio engaged in worldly matters.
The entire chamber seemed to hum with power as Kent and Kaban King stood face to face. The others watched in silence, their expressions a mixture of awe and concern.
Kaban King smirked. “So, you’re ready to take on my fate, Kent Clark?”
Kent exhaled, his gaze firm. “I’m ready. Whatever comes with it, I’ll handle it.”
Elder Mahavir stepped forward, his ethereal form radiating a soft glow. “This is no simple exchange. Your very essence will be rewritten. From now on, Kent, the people of the Immortal World will see you and recognize you as Kaban King. This means both the fortune and the enemies of Kaban will become yours. Be careful.”
Kent nodded. “I understand. Let’s begin.”
Mahavir raised both hands, chanting an incantation in an ancient tongue. A golden formation appeared beneath them, pulsing with runes that carried the weight of destiny itself. The air crackled, space distorting as their fates intertwined.
A powerful force surged through Kent’s body, making him grit his teeth. He could feel his very soul shifting, as if threads of his existence were being rewritten. His memories remained intact, but something deeper—his presence, his identity—was changing.
Kaban King, his form fading into nothingness, chuckled one last time. “Good luck, Kent. You’ll need it.” And then, he was gone.
Kent staggered as an overwhelming rush of energy flooded into him. His body trembled, his mind clouded with strange, foreign thoughts. It felt as if he had just put on a robe covered in filth—Kaban’s past, his sins, his emotions clung to Kent’s soul like a second skin.
Visions flashed before him. Arrogant laughter as Kaban slaughtered weaker cultivators. Dark deals made in secret chambers. Women crying in despair, faces of betrayal, enemies cursing his name before they died. Kent felt bile rise in his throat.
“No!” Kent growled, clenching his fists. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to focus. “I am not Kaban! I am Kent Clark!”
His willpower surged, pushing out the remnants of Kaban’s twisted desires. Slowly, he brought himself back under control. He had inherited Kaban’s fate, but he would never become him.
Elder Mahavir stepped closer to Kent, placing his hand on his forehead. “I will now transfer everything Kaban knew—his memories, his techniques, and his alchemical knowledge. This will aid you greatly in the Immortal World.”
Kent braced himself. The moment Mahavir began the transfer, an explosion of memories surged into his mind. He saw visions of Kaban’s past—the battles he fought, the sects he challenged, the families he had offended. Faces flashed before him, some in admiration, others in pure hatred.
“Kent,” Mahavir’s voice echoed in his mind. “These memories will guide you in the immortal world, but remember, you are still yourself. Do not let other’s past dictate your future.”
Kent gasped as knowledge poured into him. He saw Mahavir’s techniques—thousands of them, spanning various schools of cultivation. Sword techniques that could split mountains, alchemy recipes that could forge pills beyond mortal comprehension, spell formations that could tear open the heavens. But all of them came through Mahavir’s family influence on him.
Several technique names echoed in Kent’s mind.
-Heaven-Severing Sword Art – A supreme sword technique capable of slicing space itself.
-Nine-Nebula Divine Steps – A movement technique that allows teleportation across great distances.
-Eternal Blood Refinement – A forbidden technique that increases one’s strength by absorbing blood essence.
-Void-Crushing Palm – A strike powerful enough to shatter reality itself.
-Grand Celestial Alchemy Codex – A compilation of ancient alchemical formulas used by divine cultivators.
His hands trembled as the energy settled. The weight of the techniques pressed against his soul, but he endured it. He looked up at Mahavir, gratitude in his eyes. “Elder Mahavir… I don’t know how to repay you.”
Mahavir smiled. “You already are, Kent. But my time is short. I must now complete my final act.”
With that, Mahavir’s form began to flicker. His soul was weakening.
Kent’s heart clenched. “Elder, wait—”
Mahavir held up a hand. “No, Kent. This is my choice. My remaining soul energy will be used to create the space portal for you and your companions. The Immortal World awaits.”
The chamber shook violently as Mahavir chanted his final spell. The air twisted, space itself beginning to warp. A massive, swirling vortex of silver light appeared before them. The gateway to the Immortal World.
Mahavir turned to Kent, his smile warm but weary. “Go now, Kent. Find me when you reach the Immortal World. Fulfill your promise.”
Kent clenched his fists, then bowed deeply. “I will. I swear it.”
With a final nod, Mahavir closed his eyes. His body dissipated into golden particles, merging into the portal itself. The swirling gateway stabilized, pulsing with energy beyond anything the Nine Realms had ever known.
Kent turned to his companions. “This is it. Let’s go.”
One by one, they stepped into the portal, leaving behind everything they had ever known.
As they moved through the space hole, a strange sensation enveloped them. It felt as if they were suspended in an endless void, moving forward without direction. The air was thick with powerful energy, pulling them toward an unknown destination.
Fatty Ben, holding tightly to his wife, muttered nervously, “Kent, where are we now?”
Kent kept his gaze ahead. “I don’t know. I can only move forward. I think we’ll get there eventually, as long as we keep everyone safe.”
Hours passed. Or was it days? Time had no meaning here. Then, suddenly, Kent felt something above them—a small gap in the endless void.
A beam of intense light shot down from the gap. The sensation was like rising from the depths of an endless ocean, gasping for air.
“We’re almost there!” Kent shouted, excitement in his voice.
The others felt it too. A strange force was pulling them toward the gap.
Jia Ron called out, “Kent, look! The portal is expanding! It’s no longer a small gap—it’s an open hole!”
The bright light intensified, and before they could react, they were pulled forward at unimaginable speed.
Kent clenched his fists. “This is it. We’re entering the Immortal World.”
A final flash of light engulfed them all, and then—
They were gone.
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