
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 656: The Gospel of the Broken.
Around the same time—Elsewhere.Just a few kilometers away from the devastated land left behind by Oasis’s breakthrough—A small cave rested against the side of a rocky incline.A thin stream of water flowed gently from within it, trickling over smooth stones before forming a narrow path that disappeared into the surrounding brush.The sound of flowing water echoed faintly within the hollow space, soft and rhythmic—calm, almost peaceful.But that calm—Was an illusion.Inside the cave—Two figures collapsed against the damp stone walls.Their breathing was ragged.Unstable.Desperate.“Huff… huff… huff…!”Their chests rose and fell violently as if they had been running for their lives—Because they had.Ghecho Mokai.And his disciple—Iren Booker.Ghecho leaned heavily against the cave wall, his body trembling slightly from exhaustion and pain.His left arm—Gone.Torn clean from his body.The wound—Though cauterized—Still burned.Still throbbed.The flesh around it was blackened,
Chapter 655: The Afterglow of the Heavens.
Florentis City.The sun had risen higher now, its golden light spilling fully across the vast city, illuminating rooftops, courtyards, and streets bustling with early activity.The calm rhythm of daily life had resumed—merchants setting up stalls, cultivators moving between estates, servants carrying out their duties.Nothing—At least on the surface—Seemed out of place.Within the Woods Estate—Guest Courtyard.The place where Lukan Maser had been residing.“Finally…”Lukan exhaled slowly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.“I think I’ve got the hang of it.”His stance shifted slightly as he adjusted his breathing, feeling the flow of mana within him.The technique Oasis had shown him—subtle, precise, almost elusive in its execution—had taken him longer than expected to grasp.But now—He understood it.Or at least—He believed he did.A faint smirk formed on his lips.“Now…”“Let me go test it.”His thoughts darkened slightly.“…and see if that brat will dare humiliate me again.”
Chapter 654: The Sky-Splitter & The Dreamer.
“Mm… don’t worry about them. They are fine.”Oasis spoke calmly, his tone carrying quiet assurance.But within—His thoughts moved.“Mm… it has been about five hours since they entered the Celestial Sphere…”A pause.“That means…”“…roughly two months and fifteen days have passed inside.”A faint shift in his expression.“…Delvan has definitely recovered from his injuries by now.”“Mm, if the young master says so,” Kaelen responded, accepting the answer without further probing.He gave a slight nod.“Then we will be on our way.”Without delay—Kaelen and Ashek turned.Their figures rose slightly, then shot forward.They did not rush recklessly—no frantic movements, no wasted motion.Instead, they moved with refined precision, their bodies cutting through the air like arrows released from a master’s bow.The wind parted around them.Their hair fluttered sharply behind them.And within moments—They became streaks in the sky.Then—Dots.Then—Gone.Leaving behind only the faint disturb
Chapter 653: The Tribulation Harvest.
Everyone took their seats.The earth-formed chairs were simple, yet sturdy—crafted from compacted soil and stone that had risen moments ago at Oasis’s command.They formed a quiet circle amid the devastation, a strange contrast to the chaos that surrounded them.Dust still lingered in the air, faintly illuminated by the golden light of the rising sun, and the ground beneath them bore cracks and scars of overwhelming force.Yet here—There was order.The six remaining individuals sat cautiously, their movements measured, their gazes occasionally shifting toward Oasis.No one leaned back.No one relaxed fully.Even in a seated position, their bodies remained slightly tense, as though prepared to react at any moment.And at the head of it all—Oasis sat.Calm.Composed.Unhurried.He did not waste time.“I believe that you here are not the only ones affected by this ordeal.”His voice carried gently, yet clearly.“You are simply the ones who were brave enough to approach.”His head tilte
Chapter 652: The Weaver’s Mercy.
She was trembling.Not subtly.Not something one could miss if they looked closely—Her entire arm shook, her fingers clenched tightly into the fabric of her flowing robe at her side, as if holding onto it was the only thing keeping her grounded.Her breathing was uneven, shallow, and her chest rose and fell in small, restrained motions.As Oasis’s hand slowly approached—Closer.Closer.Her fear peaked.Her eyes shut tightly.As if bracing for something unknown.Something she could not comprehend.“Young nephew—!”Danyav’s voice suddenly broke through, strained with urgency.He stepped forward slightly, his composure cracking for the first time since he arrived.“I… I no longer wish to know what happened here!”His voice lowered, almost pleading.“I do not want compensation anymore…”His hands clenched faintly at his sides.“Please…”“Spare my subordinate.”Oasis did not stop.His hand continued forward—unwavering, steady, unaffected by the plea.And then—It reached her.But not her
Chapter 651: The Scent of Mortality.
For a moment—Silence.The group that had once numbered fifteen now stood reduced to fourteen, yet none of them spoke.They hovered in place, frozen—not by force, but by something far more unsettling.Shock.A youth stood before them.A boy.And yet—No one dared to answer him.Their defensive stances remained firm, bodies tense, auras subtly raised—not in aggression, but in caution.It was as if, in that brief span of time, they had forgotten who they were… forgotten the weight of the positions they held in their respective factions.Elders.Leaders.Figures who had walked the cultivation world for decades—some for centuries.And yet now—They hesitated before a youth.The contrast was jarring.Almost humiliating.“I can smell…”Oasis spoke again, his voice calm, controlled, drifting through the air like a quiet blade.“Fear.”A pause.“Anxiety.”Another.“Greed.”His tone did not change.“Pureness.”“Humbleness.”“Skepticism.”“And uncertainty.”He hovered at the center of the loose
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