
Seven years ago, as Elias Hawthorne was preparing to close his herb shop on a peaceful night in Riverbend Hamlet, a small village located on the outskirts of Verdantia, he had to shut early.
Rumors of missing newborns were rampant, and it had been a busy day with many customers.
As he closed the shop, the sound of moving carriages at high speed and horses screaming pierced the night.
A banner flew into his face, bearing the emblem of the notorious Cursed Artificers Guild, which was allied with the missing babies.
Chills ran down his spine as he wondered what they were doing so far east.
After the silence that followed, a blast of light struck, momentarily turning night into day. The magical energy emitted shook the entire Aetheria realm.
Despite his shock, Elias's body moved towards the Silverwater River.
There, he found a white glossy carriage painted in blood, surrounded by a lot of dead bodies and horses.
The river ran red with blood. Among the dead were members of the Cursed Artificers Guild.
Inside the carriage, a woman lay dead, protecting something beneath her stomach.
Nearby were dead mages, seemingly protecting the carriage.
As he ventured further, pondering the source of the light and what had killed the members of the dark guild, Elias heard a baby's cry coming from the carriage he had just passed.
Realizing he hadn't heard it earlier due to shock, he hurried back.
The woman had been protecting a baby boy with brown skin.
It was evident that the dead were his parents, likely of noble blood, judging by the elite mages guarding the carriage.
Alongside the baby, there was something like a magic storage box that looked locked by magic.
Such boxes were rare and not easy to get, and it was small enough to fit in a pocket.
Additionally, the baby was wearing what looked like an enchanted pendant that was radiating weak magic. Elias wrapped the baby along with the box.
His instincts urged him to leave the scene quickly. As a retired mercenary who understood the corruption in the kingdom, he took the baby and left.
The sister from the orphanage located in Mossy Hollow listened skeptically as Elias Hawthorne explained how he found the baby.
However, she had no choice but to take the baby in, especially after feeling the powerful magic a week ago.
Elias couldn't care for the baby, so he left him in her care.
Before leaving, she asked him to give the baby a name, and he named him Oasis, after the desert kingdom of Avaloria, from where his brown skin likely originated.
Two weeks after the incident, news spread of the Divine King holy magic wielder,
Sir Roland Lightbringer from the Holy Cathedral, who single-handedly destroyed the three most powerful dark guilds: the Cursed Artificers, Obsidian Shadows, and Nightshade Assassins.
Since then, Sir Roland was titled "The Divine Avenger," and no dark guilds have been seen, thanks to his example.
When questioned about his presence in the east, far from the Holy Cathedral headquarters in the kingdom of Celestia in the western side of the realm,
Sir Roland explained that he had been tracking the incidents for some time.
The newborns of Celestia were also going missing, leading him to the dark guild from the south of the realm, the Cursed Artificers, rumored to have been seen in the east.
Despite the two kingdoms not being on talking terms, he had no choice but to go there and ended up destroying all the involved guilds, including the other two.
He emphasized , "I am acting in the best interest of mine kingdom and the realm's future."
And he did conclude, declaring, "If aught resembling doth occur again to mine kingdom, the Holy Cathedral shall not tarry in its actions."
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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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