Northwest of the Holy Sun Continent, on the vast plain, tall structures and buildings were spread throughout the land. Screams of discipline and training could be heard 24/7 here.
It was the Heaven Refining Body Sect. In one of the grand rooms of the sect’s main hall, a tall, muscular, over-the-top, bulky man stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him kneeled a youth; he, too, was bulked out for his age.
"How are your preparations?" The man, Brakkan Gorrath. The Sect Leader of one of the three strongest sects spoke. His gaze and words alone were enough to put the kneeling youth under imnse pressure.
"F-Father, I have prepared everything that is needed for the disciples of the sect. After that realm opens, we will definitely be ahead of everyone!" He spoke with a faint tremor in his voice.
Even being one of the strongest Origin Realm cultivators on the continent, he couldn’t help but feel that shiver whenever he saw his father. He sotis even wondered how the land could bear his weight and pressure without cracking.
"Rhulgar, I’ve said it many tis, control your arrogance or one day it will be the reason you’ll et your end"
Brakkan spoke, making the youth sweat bullets.
"Go, collect more information regarding other sects and Houses. Oh, and I heard that the Divine Sword Sect had given birth to so genius. Look into that"
"Yes, Father!"
...
West of the Holy Sun Continent
House BloodForge, in a small room. Two figures could be seen.
"Matriach, we still haven’t gotten any leads regarding the incident in the forest. It seed an unknown third was involved in all the ss that’s happening there"
A young woman in her mid-twenties spoke; she was beautiful. But not more than the figure standing in front of her.
"Hmm, there’s sothing going on that we aren’t aware of. For now, halt the investigations. The Inheritance Realm is more important." Lyssara spoke; her voice was so seductive and alluring that many low-level cultivators would definitely freeze in stupor for a mont.
She was Lyssara Bloodforge, the sole Matriarch and the ruler of the west. She had imnse authority and strength in her fingertips.
But that’s not the reason she was feared by the other cultivators; she had a vast network of information throughout the continent. She always pulled so strings behind the scenes that affected thousands.
"Yes, Matriach! Any other orders?"
"Hmm, nothing for now. But there seems to be sothing interesting going on in the Divine Sword Sect" Lyssara squinted her eyes and spoke in a curious tone.
"...May I ask what is bothering you?"
"Nothing...it’s just I felt that bitch’s aura flare a few days back..."
...
South of the Holy Sun Continent
The ruling House of the South
House Umbra, in a dark room,
"Mira, how is Maryam faring in the Black Heart Chamber?" A cold, emotionless voice asked. It was cold, but from the tone of the voice, it seed to be a female.
She was the Matriarch of House Umbra, the rulers of the South.
"Master, Maryam is almost done with her trials and is well prepared for the Inheritance Realm," A kneeling figure spoke, her voice a mixture of submissiveness and obedience.
"Good, those mongrels from the Yvaris will be present, so...make sure you prepare her well"
"Yes, Master!"
...
Burning Peak Sect
Inside a deep, large valley, terrifying grey flas were throughout the valley. It was the Sect Master’s dwelling.
"Father, I have finally obtained ’that’ fla"
A middle-aged man was standing among the flas. The flas weren’t harmful to him in the slightest.
Just as he was about to take another step, a deep voice echoed among the flas.
"Hm, you’ve t my expectations, Rudra. Good job. With that fla, make sure you get that Inheritance, with your strength and wits, that shouldn’t be a problem"
The more he spoke, the wilder the flas flickered, but it still didn’t damage the middle-aged man, highlighting the terrifying control the being had over those flas.
"I’ll definitely not disappoint you, Father!" Rudra bowed, stepping back. He walked away quietly.
...
The entirety of the continent was busy preparing, with the giants leading them. Chaos swept across the continent as shady dealings, secret exchanges, temporary alliances and mass production of pills and artefacts were happening.
anwhile, inside the Divine Sword Sect
"Karma! If you eat that many fruits, you’ll beco fat!"
"B-But Master only lets eat a few fruits! You! Give my fruits back!"
Viivianne was holding a basket full of fruits, while Karma was clinging to her robes.
"Haah! I’m bored as fuck! Where is he even!?" Seris muttered, with a frustrated look on her face. It has been just a week, and his absence was driving her insane. Well, she was not the only one.
"Master! Where is he!? D-Did he abandon ??" In the corner, Azaria was sitting with her head on her knees. Her eyes were sunken as if she hadn’t slept in the past week.
Only Vivianne and Karma were energetic, as evidenced by their catfights.
Seris’s eyes twitched upon seeing the two fight, "Say, Karma, when will you get a human form?"
Seeing that there was no hope in stopping them, Seris shot a question at the feline.
"Hm? ? I think it’s when Karma gets back her mories and strength! But it won’t happen soon because this ...this evil witch is not letting Karma eat her fruits! Rawrrr"
"? Witch? How dare you say that when you’re...like this!"
Seris shook her head and ignored the two of them and turned towards Azaria.
"Say, Azaria, are you coming to the Inheritance Realm too?" Seris asked, her voice curious. Today, she was in the mood to talk and gossip.
Azaria didn’t answer for a few seconds, "I will"
Seris just shook her head and sighed, she was really missing him and his...dick.
For the past few days, her body had been itching for his touch. It was so irritating that it even affected her cultivation! Truly an otherworldly dick.
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