As he spoke, something remarkable began to happen. The frailty in his voice started to fade, replaced by a strength that seemed to grow with every word.His posture straightened, his hands steadied, and his eyes, once dull, now gleamed with a sharp vitality.It was as if the very act of speaking his name had breathed new life into him.Before Oasis’s eyes, Cedric transformed from a decrepit beggar into a robust man, his appearance now that of someone in their early forties.His once ragged clothes now seemed almost out of place on his revitalized frame.Oasis, caught off guard by Cedric's name and sudden transformation, felt his heart race and his body tremble.The name "Cedric Sandborn" echoed in his mind like a thunderclap—Cedric Sandborn, known as the Sandstorm, "The Disaster of the East."The realization hit Oasis hard, causing him to choke on his food, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Memories and teachings flashed through Oasis’s mind as he tried to process what was ha
The room was left in a serene stillness, with only the faint traces of sand as evidence that Cedric had been there at all.Oasis stood alone, holding the two small boxes, the legacy of his father and a gift from a powerful ally, both now entrusted to him.Then he went back to the inn directly to his room.Oasis sat on the edge of the bed, the two small boxes before him.The weight of their significance was heavy on his mind, but he knew he couldn’t delay any longer.He needed to see what his father had left behind. After a moment of contemplation, he reached out and opened the box that had belonged to his father.The lid creaked slightly as it lifted, revealing the contents within. Oasis’s breath caught as he peered inside.The first thing he noticed was a bracelet, intricately designed and shimmering faintly with a light that seemed to pulse with hidden energy.It was a storage bracelet, similar to the one he already possessed but far more refined, a relic from his father, now his.B
As Oasis reviewed the materials, his mind drifted to the intense process that awaited him.“I have a feeling this is going to be more painful than when I started the Phoenix cultivation,” he thought, recalling the agony he had endured during that initial transformation.The words from the manual, with their poetic promise of strength and ascension, still echoed in his mind, tempting him with the power that lay within reach.Despite the allure, Oasis decided against starting the process immediately.“Nah, I won’t be doing it now. I’ll do it sometime later,” he reassured himself, pushing the materials and the manual aside for the time being.Yet, as he tried to settle his thoughts about his father, the verses from the manual kept replaying in his mind, like a haunting melody that refused to be forgotten.Oasis, after placing the first box’s contents back into his storage bracelet, turned his attention to the second box—the gift Cedric had given him.With a deep breath, he opened it, his
He gazed out at the mountains, his newly acquired sight transforming the world before him.He could see the flow of mana in the air, swirling like invisible currents, connecting everything in the world.It was as if a hidden layer of reality had been revealed to him. He looked down at his own arm, watching as the blue-cyan aura of his mana flowed within him, pulsing with life.The energy felt more vibrant, more alive than ever before, a testament to the divine gift he had just refined.“This is truly a heavenly gift,” Oasis thought, marveling at the sight. Yet, as he continued to gaze at his aura, a realization struck him.“Mmh… but my cultivation did not increase after all that,” he pondered, a slight furrow forming on his brow.Despite the incredible power he now held in his eyes, his overall cultivation level had remained unchanged.“Ohh, these eyes use my spiritual energy more than my mana,” Oasis thought, as he began to feel the extent of his newfound abilities.The realization w
“Damn, I can't shake him off,” Oasis thought, gritting his teeth as he felt the figure gaining on him. His heart pounded with adrenaline. “Damn it!”Without a second thought, Oasis spun around just as he leaped onto a rock in the valley.His body radiated with blue flames as he reversed direction, heading straight back toward his pursuer.The flames danced around him, the embodiment of the Dancing Phoenix technique, a fiery aura that surged with power.As he moved, he reached into his storage bracelet, pulling out his sword, Kaze no Kagutsuchi. The blade, imbued with his fiery mana, gleamed with a menacing light.“Huh, fascinating,” the shadowy figure smirked, a dark smile spreading across his concealed face as he noticed Oasis’s sudden change in tactic.The figure was also moving at high speed, a blur of motion through the rocky terrain.The shadow's form seemed to meld with the darkness of the valley, swift and fluid, as if he were part of the shadows themselves.In one fluid motion
As soon as Oasis landed, Rurik had already taken a detour, avoiding the flames and closing in on him at high speed.His movements were erratic, as if he was constantly teleporting from shadow to shadow, the darkened corners of the valley providing him with cover.Oasis’s azure eyes tracked Rurik’s movements, the new power in his gaze allowing him to see through the shadows and follow the elusive figure.“This guy isn’t underestimating me. He’s not even giving me time to circulate my mana and use my techniques,” Oasis thought, feeling the pressure mounting.The relentless pace of the battle was pushing him to his limits.“Wind Magic: Wind Blade,” Oasis whispered, his voice calm as he summoned a slicing gust of wind that hurtled toward Rurik.The blade of wind cut through the air, sharp and swift, aimed directly at Rurik’s path.But Rurik merely smirked, his daggers radiating with a dark, visible aura as he sliced through Oasis’s magic with ease.The wind blade dissipated into nothingne
"Brat, you dare try to run?" he shouted, his vision blurred as he tried to focus on Oasis.The pain in his head made it difficult to channel his spiritual energy, but he forced himself to pull out a large black bow, mounting a black arrow with a dark aura radiating from it."I will kill you, brat!" Rurik roared in pain, locking his bloodshot eyes on Oasis as he prepared to shoot.“Damn it,” Oasis thought as he realized he was being targeted again.He glanced back at Rurik, his eyes narrowing with concentration. In a blink, he tagged Rurik’s conscious realm with his gaze.Rurik felt the tag instantly, a disruption in his focus that caused him to release the arrow without properly aiming.The arrow missed Oasis by a hair's breadth, instead striking a large, dry tree along the valley.The impact shattered the tree’s stem, leaving a massive hole through it before the arrow buried itself deep into the valley wall.Rurik, still reeling from the pain in his head and the tag on his consciousn
Oasis's breathing was ragged, each breath sending a sharp pain through his shoulder where the dagger remained lodged.His once-simple tunic was now soaked and torn, stained with his own blood.The cool breeze that rustled through the bamboo offered some relief, but the agony in his body was undeniable.He gazed up at the sky, trying to focus his mind and calm his racing heart.The blue-cyan aura that had flowed through him during the battle now flickered weakly, barely visible as he fought to maintain consciousness.As he lay on the training field, surrounded by the stillness of this hidden sanctuary, Oasis could feel his body beginning to shut down from the pain and exhaustion.The world around him started to blur, the edges of his vision darkening as he drifted toward unconsciousness.But even as his eyes began to close, his mind clung to a single thought: he had survived, and he would continue to fight.---On the brink of losing consciousness, Oasis summoned every ounce of strengt