The Pure Realm Of Cultivator!

The Calamity Has Arrived

A tiring day, with much for Zeion to learn, yet much that remained incomprehensible to him.

The training halted abruptly as Lagyura returned from his patrol. At that moment, Zeion was undergoing training with Hander, attempting to attune his cultivation energy within his body. Something unexpected occurred, causing the training to stop, and now he lay on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion.

"They were all talking about the pure energy within this body! What's really happening? Am I the only one who doesn't understand any of this?"

On that same day, when night fell, a small discussion took place between Hander and Lagyura.

Regarding today's events, it certainly wasn't a good sign. Ideally, Hander didn't want to reveal the existence of the pure energy within Zeion's body, giving them more time to control it.

But, circumstances left them with no choice. The energy already held immense and untamed power; halting it was something they found extremely difficult.

"Have you surveyed all the locations?" Hander inquired again, ensuring there were no infiltrators.

"Yes, I have! I've checked every corner, and there's no opening for enemies to enter this area."

Even though Lagyura spoke with utmost seriousness, Hander's heart remained uneasy. Those who could potentially infiltrate likely possessed special abilities. Even Bargoron couldn't be sensed by Hander.

"For a moment, I couldn't sense the intruder's presence. It seems he was aided by a special power that concealed his life force," Hander muttered with disappointment.

Lagyura closed his eyelids, then continued, "It's undeniable that the strength the man might possess is greater, and some of them are probably already aware of this."

Hander's gaze shifted, becoming more aggressive as he looked at Lagyura. "Hey, Lagyura! Don't tell me that your journey with the boy has been discovered by others..."

Lagyura's body bowed sincerely. "I apologize, but I've made sure that at that time, no one noticed it. I covered the area with special energy, preventing his existence from being exposed. And he didn't have a chance to use his power..."

The final part of his sentence was interrupted by the memory that Lagyura had instructed Zeion to demonstrate his power when confronted by robbers; at that time, Zeion's energy had felt immense.

This change in expression left Hander questioning; he rarely witnessed such unusual shifts in Lagyura's demeanor.

"Don't tell me you've done something..." he scolded with a cold tone.

Slowly Lagyura's eyebrows lowered. "I'm sorry, I just remembered that I once tested the boy to use his power when facing a robber."

So, Hander had to accept the fact that the evidence was there. He rubbed his forehead with a tone of frustration.

"So, that's the problem! They might have realized that you're harboring an unusual being, or even some of them might already know that boy possesses pure energy."

Lagyura couldn't say much; he simply lowered his lips, his face marked with guilt. "So, what should we do?"

"For now, we should give the boy maximal lessons until he can utilize the energy within his body, and then it's up to him."

"Alright, I'll do my best to teach him," Lagyura replied proudly.

"But, for now, we must remain cautious! If they've realized this, they will continue to come until they get the boy! We'll increase our vigilance."

"Understood!" Lagyura responded once again.

And so, with this discussion, the training continued, yet everything became far more intense than before. Zeion's body was forced to perform tasks it had never done—channeling energy, sensing energy, and enduring energy attacks.

All exercises could kill him at any moment. Hander often trained aggressively, almost to the point of fatally injuring the boy. However, miraculously Zeion would rise again, even with numerous wounds.

After three years passed, Hander realized something. Throughout the training, Zeion had indeed progressed rapidly; the cultivation energy within the boy's body was incredibly potent. However, something felt wrong.

The anticipated touch of pure energy suddenly faded without any clear reason. The energy he produced became ordinary, no stronger than Lagyura's.

"Did I mislead him?" Hander mumbled, sitting cross-legged on a large stone.

Footsteps resonated from behind.

"Lagyura!" Hander exclaimed, recognizing the life force of Lagyura.

"Yes, Master! Is there a problem?"

"Where is he now?"

"He's training his concentration to enhance the cultivation energy within his body."

"I see."

There was no further explanation; silence consumed them swiftly, like a piercing dagger.

"Is there a problem?" Lagyura asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm just thinking! Is the boy we've been training not the person we've been searching for all this time?"

Lagyura's eyes widened; he was surprised that a venerable figure like Hander could say such a thing, especially when Zeion's tremendous energy had been evident before.

"Why do you say that?"

"Yes, because..."

Both stared intensely at 2 o'clock. Energy soared at high speed, piercing through the defensive atmosphere.

The energy continued until it reached a certain location.

Kaboom...

Creating a massive explosion with a terrifying shockwave, the ground shook, making the forest tremble uncomfortably.

"What was that?" Zeion asked, coincidentally present at the scene all along. Thanks to his energy shield, he hadn't sustained any injuries. However, the location had turned into a giant crater.

"Finally..." A voice emerged from behind the dust, followed by a colossal figure that approached as the dust dissipated completely.

The powerful and overwhelming energy sent shivers down Zeion's body; his breath became irregular, and sweat dripped profusely.

"Who is this person?"

With horns and blazing purple eyes, the figure smiled contentedly at the frightened Zeion. His muscles appeared prominent, enhancing his ferocious demeanor.

"So, you're the one who has accepted the power of pure energy?" The figure asked in a gentle tone,  but the melody of his voice resonated within Zeion's body, causing tremors.

"Who are you?" Zeion responded with a hint of bravery. He had gained confidence from his rigorous three-year training.

"I am Desmon, the king of destruction and misery! Here, you must embrace your fate—to become nourishment for my full power..."

__To Be Continued__