Although Winchell guessed that it was Zen before them, he still stood his ground and dared not greet him.
Zen then ca forward with his hands respectfully cupped in front of him. “Master Winchell, sorry for being late.”
“It really is Zen!”
“We're out of danger now!”
“I thought we were dood!”
The five Holy Soul Realm warriors breathed a sigh of relief.
Winchell also smiled and bowed towards Zen. “It is fortunate that you were able to get here just in ti. You've saved us all, Zen.”
Zen shook his head and hurriedly went to his side. “Master Winchell, you've risked so much to help look for the Heavy Stone. I should be the one thanking you.”
Winchell shook his head. “The Oneness Sky Palace owes you so much, and the Origin Mountain even more. You've grown so powerful and there's little we can do to help you. I am thankful that this was within our ability to do for you.”
When he finished speaking, he handed a round stone over to Zen.
“A Heavy Stone?” Zen muttered, turning the stone over in his hand curiously.
Winchell simply nodded as he took the stone from him.
“With this stone, you'll be able to enter the Eternal Scroll Painting when the ti cos,” he told Zen. “However, your Soul of Light needs to ascend to this stage first.”
In order to enter the Eternal Scroll Painting, one's soul needed to be integrated with the physical form, and his Soul of Light remained at a lower stage.
However, Zen had already cleared the path from the Blooming Jade Stage to the Grand Plain Stage so there wouldn't be any problems for him to enter the latter.
anwhile, Fire Emissary, Pearce, and the others simply waited on the bronze ground. Nobody talked and there was not a peep, not even a whisper amongst them. An hour later, the silence was broken by a few gasps as a streak of white light swept across the bronze ground. The relief sculptures imdiately changed before their very eyes.
When the current scene in the forest appeared, Pearce and the others all heaved sighs of relief.
The figures of the Other Shore creatures couldn't be seen that easily since the picture was so small but they could distinguish their broken limbs if they looked hard enough.
Fire Emissary smiled when he saw this before he turned around and left.
Pearce could only stare at Fire Emissary's back, lost in thought.
He initially thought that the Elent Spirit race left behind so traps in the stone forest.
To his surprise, they didn't seem to have done so.
What did the Fire Emissary seek to gain when he did this? Was it just truly to send the mbers of the three Other Shore races to their deaths?
True, these three Other Shore races were weak and had no Eternal Realm master so why would the Elent Spirit race suddenly decide to kill all of them? For sheer entertainnt? That couldn't be it.
Just as Pearce continued to mull this over, a white vortex suddenly appeared beside him. From the vortex ca forth Zen, Winchell, and the rest of their brethren.
“Winchell!” Pearce shouted in glee at the sight.
Winchell gave him a smile and a polite bow. As he stood up, his eyes also caught the Fire Emissary's retreating back. “Pearce, this is too weird!”
“I think so too,” Auden chid in. “That's not the only issue. Haven't you noticed? The Elent Spirit race's actions against Zen have been extrely weird.”
Zen's eyes glead with apprehension upon hearing Auden's words.
If the Elent Spirit race was indeed in such a hurry to obtain the golden red Chaotic Source Spirits and stop Zen from entering Stage Thirty-three then they should've gathered all their strength in order to deal him the killing blow. If it truly mattered so much then why didn't Yellow Thearch, Divine Farr, and the Chaos Ancient God behind them take action?
Their forces in the Source World chose to stay put and, even if they attacked Zen several tis on the Other Shore, they never really made any trouble for him. The Elent Spirit race was holding back.
This last attack couldn't even be called a proper offense. Everything slled fishy.
A noticeable frown was plastered on Pearce's face. “What is their true purpose?”
Zen could only sigh in resignation. “I'm afraid the Elent Spirit race are the only ones who truly know.”
Pearce huffed proudly in response. “No matter!” he declared. “You'll be able to reach the Eternal Realm in the near future since you've obtained the Heavy Stone! It doesn't matter what kind of wicked sche the Elent Spirit race is brewing.”
As of the mont, Zen had obtained eighteen imprints in total. So long as he entered the Eternal Scroll Painting with no problems then he was set on his way to becoming an Eternal Warrior. He was now strong enough to kill the Blood Spirit Tortoise and once he reached the Eternal Realm, he would finally gain the ability to save Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Yasamin.
Once Fire Emissary left, he began to cross over hundreds of miles on the bronze ground.
Soon enough, he ca to a halt in front of a strangely-shaped relief.
In front of him was the relief of a circular, blood-red building — the Blood Assembly, the Elent Spirit race's base camp in the Grand Plain Stage.
Fire Emissary took out a Light Stone and lightly tapped it on the ground, creating a white vortex that he could use to enter the world within the relief.
Given his status and identity, he was not actually qualified to enter the Blood Assembly. Only those like Yellow Thearch and Divine Farr were given such high privilege.
Thus, Fire Emissary had no choice but to relay everything to a Moon Fire Slave who would then deliver his ssage to the higher-ups.
Not long after...
A small orb appeared in the innermost part of the Blood Assembly. This orb was made up of pure elents and had a small fla floating inside it.
Buzz!
The fla continuously changed, rising and falling before it finally took on the shape of a human woman.
So long as they wanted, the Elent Spirit race could change into any form. This was one of their abilities: complete transformation.
In the past, the race strictly regulated the form its mbers took, however, ti softened such restrictions until all of them were eventually lifted. Thus, more and more race mbers began to take on more unique shapes and a large number of them preferred human forms.
This particular race mber was one of those who preferred the human form and the one she transford into seed a bit similar to the Snake Goddess, though she evidently looked more mischievous.
She rely floated within the orb and looked up at the top of the space.
“Les, what did you call for?”
At the top of the space, directly above her, was a circular mirror and within it was another mber of the Elent Spirit race — a thunder spirit.
Les, the thunder spirit, looked at the fire spirit with sharp, raging eyes. “I've just received the reports. What did you do, Claire?!”
Claire rely blinked and a small smile made its way to her lips. “Carrying out the task given to by the great Eye Spirit!” she declared proudly.
Les looked like he was on the brink of exploding. “Eye Spirit ordered you to kill that human brat!”
There had been a lot of troubles at Stage Thirty-three recently and there was a need for the powerful Elent Spirit race to deal with them carefully, thus, they handed the other, less significant matters over to Claire.
When Les received a series of reports detailing Claire's failed attempts at killing Zen, he was naturally furious. Claire obviously wasn't taking her job seriously.
They were bound to be a laughingstock if people found out that the almighty Elent Spirit race couldn't even deal with one human boy.
“Eye Spirit doesn't really want to kill the human,” Claire muttered with a pout.
“Cut the garbage!” Les snapped. He was overco with emotions and a terrifying aura engulfed his surroundings as bolts of lightning began to emanate from his orb.
Claire huffed. “I'm serious! Nine Holy Soul Imprints and nine Bone Tribulation Imprints! This human is the first-ever creature to have received so many and he deserves our expectations.”
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