Meanwhile, in Riverbend Hamlet,
on the banks of the Silverwater River, the tranquil waters flowed gently, reflecting the moon's ethereal glow.
The river's surface rippled with a mesmerizing dance, mirroring the starry sky above and casting a serene ambiance over the hamlet.
Sir Elias Hawthorne stood on the riverbank, his weathered features illuminated by the soft moonlight.
Beside him, Oasis, still reeling from the revelations of his legacy, stood in silent contemplation.
The magical box and its contents lay between them, a silent testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.
The air was thick with anticipation as both Sir Elias and Oasis grappled with the weight of their thoughts.
Seven years' worth of unanswered questions swirled in their minds, mingling with the echoes of Oasis's father's words.
The letter's contents reverberated in the silence, each word carrying the weight of destiny and purpose.
As they stood in quiet reflection, the tranquility of the night was suddenly shattered by a surge of energy that rippled through the air.
The queen's aura, unleashed from the heart of Sylvaneth, reached even the quiet hamlet of Riverbend, its presence palpable in the night air.
Sir Elias's keen senses picked up on the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and he turned to Oasis with a knowing smile.
"Something good must have happened in the capital," he remarked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Without a doubt, that is Queen Elara's magic."
Oasis, amazed by the power of the queen, felt a surge of determination coursing through him.
"I am going to be stronger than her, and stronger than everyone," he declared with unwavering resolve.
Turning to Sir Elias with a determined expression, Oasis made a request that echoed with the weight of his newfound determination.
"Please, Sir Elias, can you train me?" he asked, his voice filled with conviction.
Sir Elias's smile widened at Oasis's request, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes.
"I was already planning to do just that," he replied, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
It was as if a lion had spotted its prey, ready to embark on the thrill of the hunt.
With a steely resolve, Oasis affirmed his commitment to his own growth and development.
"I have to conquer myself before I conquer the realm and my problems," he declared, his words echoing with the weight of his determination.
"First things first," Sir Elias spoke with authority, his voice carrying a soothing resonance.
"Since your magic energy has stabilized, let's completely heal your injuries."
As Sir Elias began the incantation of his healing magic, known as "Sylvan Restoration," the air around them seemed to shimmer with a serene aura.
The healing energy reflected on the surface of the Silverwater River, casting a gentle glow as it enveloped Oasis in its soothing embrace.
Oasis felt a warm sensation wash over him as Sir Elias's magic worked its wonders.
The pain in his chest dissolved into nothingness, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation and vitality.
His wounds healed completely, leaving behind no trace of the injuries that had once plagued him.
With a deep breath, Oasis felt as though he were reborn, his body restored to its peak condition.
After the healing was complete, Sir Elias wasted no time delving into a comprehensive explanation of the various magic natures in the realm.
He began with the kingdom of Avaloria, describing it as the "Kingdom of the Eternal Sun," where powerful fire mages and sand manipulators harnessed the energy of the sun and sand.
"Verdantia," Sir Elias continued, his voice filled with reverence, "is a kingdom deeply connected to nature."
He explained how druids and elementalists in Verdantia harnessed the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland,
utilizing magic that resonated with the lush greenery and natural abundance of the kingdom.
As Sir Elias moved on to describe Frostgard, he spoke of a land shrouded in ice and snow, where its inhabitants were mainly skilled in ice magic and frost-based combat.
The capital city, he explained, was a marvel of icy architecture illuminated by shimmering auroras in the sky.
With each kingdom he described, Sir Elias provided detailed insights into the unique characteristics of their magic and the ways in which it manifested in the inhabitants.
He explained how some individuals were naturally attuned to certain types of magic, while others gravitated towards different forms based on their innate abilities and inclinations.
"Magic is as diverse as the kingdoms themselves," Sir Elias concluded, his voice filled with wisdom.
"Each form of magic is a reflection of the environment and culture of its respective kingdom, and those who wield it do so with a deep understanding of its nuances and complexities."
As Sir Elias spoke, he gestured towards the Silverwater River, a glint of determination shining in his eyes.
"In my prime, I was best in utilizing wind and water magic," he explained. "Allow me to demonstrate."
With a series of fluid movements and incantations, Sir Elias channeled his magic, drawing upon the elements of wind and water with a grace that spoke of years of practice and mastery.
The air around them began to stir, a gentle breeze sweeping through the clearing as the surface of the river rippled in response.
With a focused gaze, Sir Elias extended his hands towards the river, his magic weaving together in a seamless dance of power and control.
A whirlwind formed above the water, swirling with increasing intensity as it gathered moisture from the river below.
In a breathtaking display of skill, Sir Elias performed a high-level double casting, combining his wind and water magic in a dazzling display of elemental mastery.
The whirlwind twisted and expanded, shaping itself into intricate patterns that danced across the surface of the river with mesmerizing grace.
As Oasis watched in awe, Sir Elias's control over the elements was evident in every movement, his magic flowing with effortless precision.
The air crackled with energy as the whirlwind surged with power, a testament to Sir Elias's formidable skills as a mage.
With a final flourish, Sir Elias released his hold on the magic, allowing the whirlwind to dissipate with a soft sigh. The air grew still once more, the surface of the river returning to its calm, reflective state.
"That, young Oasis, is the beauty of wind and water magic," Sir Elias explained, his voice tinged with pride.
"It requires patience, focus, and a deep connection to the elements and a lot cultivation. With practice and dedication, you too can wield the magic of the elements with such mastery."
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Chapter 640: The Hemorrath Awakening.
For a brief moment—Ghecho Mokai stood still.Taken aback.Shocked.Oasis’s words lingered in his mind like a blade pressed against his throat.Then—something in him shifted.His aura began to change.At first it flickered.Then it thickened.Then—it began to bleed.A dark crimson martial aura seeped out from his body like liquid, as though his very flesh was leaking power.It coiled around him in dense strands, writhing like living veins exposed to the air.The space around him distorted.Air bent unnaturally.Light warped.Even the wind seemed to hesitate near him, as if suffocated by the sheer density of his presence.His crimson blade reacted as well.It drank in that aura greedily.The weapon trembled slightly as the bleeding energy wrapped around it, layer upon layer, until the blade itself seemed submerged in a flowing crimson tide.Ghecho inhaled deeply.A slow, heavy breath.Then—he exhaled.And with that exhale—his suppression exploded.WHOOMMMMM!!!His martial aura surg
Chapter 639: The Gimmick of a Master.
“That… is the brat that was breathing fire earlier…”The thought flashed through the mind of Ghecho Mokai as his blade clashed again and again against Oasis.Clang! Clang! Clang!Each strike came faster than the last.Each impact sent ripples of martial aura exploding into the air.Yet even as Ghecho fought—his eyes flickered briefly toward the distance.Toward Vesta, who stood grinning at Tuka."How is this even possible…?" Ghecho thought as he parried another strike, sparks scattering between crimson and cyan energy."That child… He moved just now at a speed that even I could barely follow…"Oasis’s blade came again—Ghecho deflected, barely.His muscles strained."And the way he speaks… That tone… that arrogance…"His eyes narrowed."It’s exactly like this brat in front of me."Another clash.BOOM!Martial aura burst outward."If I didn’t know better… I would swear that is exactly how this brat would speak at that age…"His gaze sharpened further."That child looks no older than s
Chapter 638: The Inheritors of the Flame.
Thousands of meters away from the battlefield where Oasis clashed with the elders of the Sipping Carp Sect, the battlefield within the flaming ring had almost reached its conclusion.The ring of phoenix fire still roared like a living wall.Inside it—bodies littered the scorched ground.Most of the enemy cultivators had already been slain.Only the strongest remained alive: a handful of Enlightened Realm cultivators, along with several Peak and Advanced Awakened fighters.The rest of Oasis’s forces were currently hunting them down.Amidst the carnage stood Vesta and Delvan.At that very moment Delvan finished his opponent.His hand thrust forward.A clean, brutal motion.The tip pierced straight through the enemy’s throat.The cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief before his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.Delvan withdrew the fingers.Blood splashed across his clothes and arms.But none of it belonged to him.His body was soaked in crimson, yet every drop belonged to the en
Chapter 637: Structural Fatigue Accumulation.
Fshwoooosh!!!The cyan flames flared violently in Oasis’s palm.In less than a breath—the flames devoured Ifel’s heart completely.The organ turned black.Then brittle.Then it crumbled into nothing but fine ash that scattered into the wind.Oasis calmly withdrew his arm from Ifel’s chest.The moment his hand left the body—the cyan flames spread.They touched Ifel’s flesh and instantly began consuming it.Fire raced across his robes and skin as if they had been soaked in oil.Ifel’s body convulsed briefly before gravity began pulling it downward.His corpse started to fall from the sky.But before it could drop—Oasis casually grabbed his wrist.With one smooth motion he slid the storage bracelet off Ifel’s arm.Then—he let the body fall.Below them, the burning corpse descended like a flaming meteor.The cyan flames devoured everything as it fell.Flesh.Clothes.Bones.By the time the body hit the ground, there was almost nothing left but drifting embers.Oasis glanced briefly at
Chapter 636: The Dao of Contrast.
At that moment Bocaroo was completely stunned by what he had just heard.His grip on his blade tightened.His eyes widened slightly as he stared at Kaelen Vance.A weapon that fed on chaotic emotions?A blade that could drain the energy of an opponent simply through clashes?His mind raced with questions."How can such a blade even exist?""What kind of power resides within it to produce such an effect?"The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it sounded.Yet the exhaustion spreading through his own body told him it was true.Every block had drained him more than it should have.His eyes narrowed slightly as he steadied his breathing.“With power like that,” Bocaroo said slowly, “there must be a heavy toll behind it.”Kaelen looked at him calmly.“Hmm. Of course there is a toll,” Kaelen replied.Then his eyes sharpened slightly.“For unworthy people like you.”Bocaroo’s brow twitched.“Everything about you as a cultivator is chaotic,” Kaelen continued. “Your emotions, your
Chapter 635: The Weight of Saintly Decree.
Celder’s pride and dignity collapsed before his very eyes.A moment ago he had stood proudly as a master of runes and formations—confident, arrogant, certain that his trap had sealed the fate of Oasis.Now that pride shattered completely.His entire body trembled.Not slightly.Not subtly.Violently.His hands shook.His legs lost strength.The color drained from his face.His breathing turned uneven, shallow and erratic as his mind struggled to process what had just happened.The formation he had spent decades perfecting…The trap that had killed dozens of Enlightened cultivators…Had been erased by a single whisper.Like dust blown away by the wind.His knees weakened.His tall body swayed forward.Slowly.Gradually.The height difference between him and Oasis began shrinking.Oasis did not move.His gaze simply followed Celder’s descent.from elavated going down.Cold.Detached.Unmoved.The towering rune master continued sinking lower.And lower.Until—Thud!!!Both of Celder’s kn
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