"He is about to cultivate the Primordial Abyss Chaos Heart Art," Tumenk, the leader of the Primordial Abyss Chaos Tribe, said, a smile appearing on his face.
It had been a while since something had excited powerful beings such as the seven gathered here. However, now, watching Kent create one miracle after another, they couldn’t help but look forward to what he would acplish next.
Of course, Tumenk wanted to see what Kent would achieve with the Primordial Abyss Chaos Heart Art. Unlike the other techniques, this one was meant to strengthen, expand, and evolve the Chaos Heart.
His tribe was the strongest simply because of their robust Chaos Hearts and boundless energy. They had more energy to pour into their attacks, making them much more likely to outlast their opponents and win battles.
Now, Kent had begun cultivating it.
"I expect great things, kid," he muttered and began to wait.
Meanwhile, Kent found himself in the middle of a storm. He stood atop a mountain that hung just beneath the storm clouds.
"Holy mother of—"
Before he could finish his words, a deadly bolt tore through the storm clouds and struck his chest, sending him crashing onto his butt.
For a moment, his vision turned blurry, and he could swear he saw his wives reaching for his hand. However, the next second, messages appeared, causing his eyes to widen.
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