Even the seasoned seniors observing the situation couldn't help but acknowledge the impressive display Atticus had just delivered. His swift reflexes, decisive counterattack, and the potent lightning spell left them surprised. Bai Feng, on the other hand, presented a stark contrast. He knelt on the ground, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and humiliation. The once arrogant demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by a deep scowl that burned with unspoken threats. If death stares could kill, Atticus would have been a goner. But the intensity of Bai Feng's glare did little to faze him. Atticus stood tall, his expression resolute, the playful banter completely erased.The awkward silence stretched for a moment before Bai Feng, wincing slightly as the aftereffects of the electrical assault lingered, slowly pushed himself to his feet. He cast one final venomous look at Atticus, a silent promise of retribution hanging heavy in the air. Then, without another word, he turned a
A cold sweat beaded on Supervisor Wang's forehead as he stared at the crumbled portal. Panic gnawed at his insides as he fumbled for his spirit transmission disc. With a trembling hand, he activated it, a holographic image flickering to life above his palm."Vice Dean Zi Lingzi," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "It's Supervisor Wang. We have a situation."The image of the silver-haired Vice Dean materialized, her usually stoic expression etched with concern. "Supervisor Wang, report," she commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative.Supervisor Wang recounted the events in a frantic rush – the portal's sudden shift in color, the students' disappearance, and the chilling silence that followed. As the gravity of his report sunk in, a heavy silence descended. The implications were dire. The Myriad Spirit Plane, designed for students at the Foundation Establishment Realm, was supposed to be a relatively safe environment. Now, it has become a potential death trap.The news of the
The colossal voice reverberated within Atticus' mind, its words echoing in the vast chamber. "The power within you resonates with our cause," it boomed. "You, potential heir of the Devourer, have answered the call. The power that lies dormant can be awakened!"A wave of potent energy surged forth from the statue, enveloping Atticus in a blinding light. Disoriented, he stumbled, the cavern floor dissolving beneath his feet. When the light finally subsided, he found himself no longer in the temple, but in a completely different location.Darkness pressed in from all sides. Towering trees, their branches clawed with gnarled fingers towards the inky sky, formed a dense canopy overhead. An oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. The atmosphere crackled with an ominous energy, sending shivers down Atticus' spine.A familiar chime rang out within his mind, a stark contrast to the chilling scene before him.**[Bloodlust Deactivated
Atticus awoke to a pounding in his head, the taste of iron thick on his tongue. He was sprawled on a cold, damp stone floor, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Groaning, he pushed himself up, wincing at the sharp pain that lanced through his chest.His memories returned in a rush – the corrupted forest, the fight with the beasts, the crimson orb. He looked down at his chest, expecting to see a gaping wound, but instead found only a faint red imprint where the orb had struck him.Confusion clouded his mind. Where was he? Had he been captured by those robed figures? Just then, a booming voice echoed in the chamber, vibrating the very stones beneath his feet."Welcome, heir. You have passed the initial test." Atticus whipped his head around, searching for the source of the voice. His gaze fell upon a colossal statue, its features vaguely familiar. It was a monstrous entity, its eyes glowing with an eerie crimson light."The power within you will need tim
"Of course, I know you are probably confused and wondering who the hell am i but you don't need to know that," Lord Azgor said with a smile."Scarlet Soul faction?" Atticus replied in a bland tone."Seems like I have to start giving you more credit then." Lord Azgor started with a surprised expression."Either way, soon the legacy in you will properly assimilate with your being and you will directly advance to the Spirit gathering stage.The refined Spectral of the demon Lord is present in that legacy so it will be the conduit that will push you to the next realm." Azgor explained.Atticus could already feel the demonic energy in him increase and become more dense. Also he felt like his physique was at the verge of a transformation. It was as if breaking through to the next realm will make him undergo tremendous changes."We have lost our chosen, one who possessed a bloodline we have cultivated carefully for quite some time but it doesn't matter. You will be replacing him.""And what
A guttural roar, primal and raw, erupted from Atticus' throat, echoing through the cavernous chamber. It was a sound ripped from the depths of his very being, a violent counterpoint to the crimson energy swirling around him. The true spectral form of the Devourer came to being, a monstrosity of condensed demonic power that resembled a grotesque amalgamation of fangs, claws, and burning eyes, writhed in response. It had expected a willing vessel, a blank canvas upon which to etch its malevolent will. Instead, it encountered a raging inferno, a soul unwilling to be subdued.Within Atticus, a desperate struggle unfolded on a metaphysical plane. The spectral essence of the Devourer, fueled by an insatiable hunger that had devoured countless souls across countless worlds, lashed out. Tendrils of inky darkness, reeking of sulfur and decay, snaked towards his very soul, seeking to ensnare it in an eternal prison. But Atticus, fueled by a potent cocktail of defiance and the system's timely in
Atticus flowed his spirit qi into the talisman to activate it. The familiar feeling of space warping enveloped him and he found himself right back at the academy, in front of the several pillars and portal which was the entrance to the Myriad spirit plane.As Atticus appeared he was surprised to see Xu Hua here, her eyes lit up when she noticed him and she could see the concern that was present in her expression."I'm starting to think you really care about me princess." Atticus couldn't resist taking a jab at the icy fairy Xu Hua.Immediately her expression morphed into its signature cold stare. Then without even replying she turned and walked away."Hold on! Wait for me!" Atticus jogged to her side with a smile."Don't follow me, and I think you should wait here as all students that came back would probably be checked." Xu Hua replied."Uhn? I wasn't told anything." Atticus said, as he feigned confusion. It was obvious that they were going to be checked in someway, after all this ma
The walk to the healing faculty was a somber one. Atticus replayed the scene with the Professor in his head, a sliver of unease settling in his gut. Was the demonic energy leak really that suspicious enough to be linked with him though?He suddenly felt that they let him off too easily, though from the vice dean's reaction to his words, he clearly knew something. Atticus reached the grand entrance, a two-story building adorned with vibrant murals depicting mythical creatures being healed by benevolent light.Pushing open the heavy oak doors, he found himself in a brightly lit reception area. A gentle melody filled the air, emanating from a nearby harp played by a serene woman with eyes closed in concentration. He approached the receptionist's desk, a friendly-looking woman with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile."Hello, I'm Atticus Bloodhound," he greeted, placing his student ID badge on the counter. "Professor Ragnar sent me for a mandatory check-up after returning from the Myriad