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
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Oasis opened his eyes. He could feel the surge of power within him, his body now brimming with strength and vitality. "I feel like I've regained all my strength," he thought, flexing his fingers and rotating his healed shoulder.But a pang of regret hit him as he remembered Kaze no Kagutsuchi, his trusted sword, left behind in the valley.The realization stung, but he knew he had to let it go for now. "Too bad I lost my sword," he muttered to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the battle.Shaking off the regret, Oasis focused on the time he had within the Celestial Garden Sphere."I’ll be in here for two years, which is just two days outside," he mused, the oddity of time in this space both a blessing and a challenge.He clenched his fist, determination surging through him. "I have to get stronger by the time I leave this place."The weight of his mission bore down on him."I'm too weak for the mission. A lackey almost killed me; then wh
Oasis's body shimmered with a Blue-cyan hue, his skin glowing as the powerful mana was absorbed.The intensity of the heat grew, and the area around him became a steamy, ethereal landscape.The two ponds, once serene, now churned with raw energy, their waters swirling as they fed the ritual.As the energy continued to flow into Oasis, the final stage of the Phoenix Heart Cultivation Technique began to solidify within him.His heart beat in perfect harmony with the ancestral power within, each pulse resonating with the energy of the phoenix bloodline within.Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Oasis remained motionless, completely absorbed in the process.Over time, his physical form became obscured by a radiating aura of azure flames that enveloped his body.The flames danced and flickered, shaping themselves into a figure that mirrored his form, as if Oasis had transformed into a being of pure fire.The energy was so intense that his body seemed to dissolve into the flames
Wasting no time, Oasis moved inside the building. He boiled more vegetables, quickly eating to regain some energy, and then he sat down to study the Heavenly Slicing Technique.As he read through the manual, the intricacies of the technique began to unfold before him.This was not just a sword technique, nor was it bound to a single element.It was a method of manifesting mana into razor-sharp strings that extended from the fingertips, capable of slicing through anything when mastered.The technique was versatile, adapting to the elemental affinity of the user—whether fire, water, wind, or any other element, it would mold itself accordingly.The more Oasis read, the more he understood the profound potential of the technique.His mind began to form a poem, capturing the essence of what he was learning:Strings of mana, born from thought, Fingers weave what steel cannot. Elemental threads, sharp as a blade, In silence, they dance, in shadows, they wade.Fire’s sear or water’s grace, Win
Morning had arrived in the valleys, and Rurik was still relentless in his search for Oasis.The sun’s first rays filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the ground as Rurik moved with the fluidity of a shadow, his frustration mounting with every step.He leaped from one shaded area to the next, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of his elusive target."Damn kid, you’ve got me overworking," Rurik thought as he propelled himself forward, heading in the direction of Belvan Town.He smirked, his mind whirling with possibilities."But fret not, you’re unfamiliar with this place. The only location you know around here is Belvan Town. With those injuries, you'll definitely head there."A sinister grin spread across his face as he considered his advantage."And since you have my dagger, I can track you anywhere."He moved with renewed determination, realizing that scouring the streams and battle sites had been a waste of time.in his mind, Oasis was grievously injured,
"Huh? I can’t catch it… What kind of force is this? But this brat’s strength should only amount to the Tabula-Rasa Realm," he thought, his mind racing as the dagger closed in on him.At the last moment, Rurik tilted his head slightly, the dagger whizzing past his ear by a hair’s breadth."You missed, brat!" he mocked, a grin spreading across his face as he continued his charge.!!!But then, he noticed something that made his blood run cold."Huh? What is this string attached to my dagger?" Rurik thought as he glanced down, noticing a thin string of mana connected to the weapon that had just passed him.He looked back at the dagger, which was still moving, and then back at Oasis, who was now veering to his left.Oasis’s speed was terrifying, leaving Rurik struggling to keep up as the young martial artist’s movements blurred.The mana string, still attached to the dagger, was being pulled taut as Oasis moved, leaving Rurik caught in the middle.Oasis's speed was terrifying, and Rurik c
From their conversation, Oasis learned that the guard's name was Captain Garven, a seasoned warrior who had served the city lord for many years.The city lord of Belvan Town was Lord Valen Belvane.Captain Garven explained that Lord Valen had requested help from the Bluemoon family which was now the Lunaris Sect."So, the city lord himself is involved," Oasis thought, his curiosity piqued.He had briefly mentioned to Captain Garven his reason for being in the Dawnhail region, though he kept the details vague.As they continued walking, the town of Belvan gradually came into view, its walls bathed in the soft light of morning.The bustling activity at the north gate of Belvan Town was a stark contrast to the intense battle and power that had unfolded just beyond the town's borders.Merchants haggled over prices, children played in the streets, and guards stood vigilant, keeping an eye on the flow of people entering and leaving the town.As Oasis and Captain Garven passed through the ga
After the meal, Oasis, the city lord Cedric Valen, Captain Garven, and the city lord’s son made their way to Lord Valen’s private office.The room was simple at first glance, but as Lord Valen tapped a button on the wall, a hidden door slid open, revealing a spacious chamber beyond.This room was clearly designed for strategic planning, with a large round table at the center.Upon it lay a massive scroll and a detailed map of the Dawnhail region, marked with key locations linked to their plans for dealing with the Crimson Hand.Oasis’s sharp eyes scanned the room."So, he's been preparing for this," he thought, impressed by the thoroughness of the setup.As they took their seats around the table, Lord Valen observed Oasis carefully."When I requested help from the Lunaris sect, I didn't expect them to send someone so young," the city lord mused silently, trying to mask his doubts."But this kid is fascinating—so calm and composed for someone who hasn’t even come of age."Breaking the