Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom Chapter 159: New Understanding Of Supernatural Power

"Old Valencia, get out here!"

The shout echoed outside, causing the old Valencia's old wooden house to tremble and dust to fall. Enzo quickly opened the door and stepped outside, with Old Valencia following closely.

Outside, Fitow stood with a few others.

Old Valencia demanded angrily, "Fitow, what are you up to? Lord Priest has issued a command prohibiting internal conflicts among tribe mbers. Are you going to defy Lord Priest's orders?"

Fitow retorted, "I'm not defying Lord Priest's orders."

"Furthermore..."He paused, pointing at Enzo, and continued, "I'm here to deal with this outsider! He's not a mber of the Purple Agate Tribe, so teaching him a lesson doesn't go against Lord Priest's orders!"

Old Valencia's face turned pale.

He urgently interjected, "Lord Enzo is a supernatural practitioner!"

This drew laughter from Fitow and his companions.

"A supernatural practitioner? Him? A weakling who needs a woman to protect him, pretending to be a supernatural practitioner!"

"Old Valencia, how could you be so foolish as to trust this outsider! Don't forget, your son also trusted an outsider, and now his body is probably all but consud by beasts!"

"You'd better apologize and get out of the Purple Agate Tribe!"

"..."

Fitow and his companions argued.

At this mont, Per erged, her eyes blazing with anger to look at Fitow.

Without hesitation, she charged at Fitow.

However, as an ordinary person, she stood no chance against him.

Fitow, enraged by Per's defense of the outsider, lost his temper and picked up a wooden stick, aiming a brutal swing at Per's head.

The impact would have been devastating.

"Per!" Old Valencia cried out in panic.

Just as the stick was about to strike, a figure appeared behind Per, catching her in one arm while grasping the stick with the other. With a slight exertion, Enzo broke the thick stick, demonstrating imnse strength.

Everyone was stunned.

Breaking a stick with one hand!

How terrifying strength… He was really a supernatural practitioner!

Fitow and his group looked at Enzo with fear.

They hadn't believed Old Valencia, but now they saw the truth. Enzo was indeed a supernatural practitioner.

They were baffled why such a powerful being would associate with soone like Old Valencia.

They could not figure it out.

However, they knew one thing clearly.

Trouble was imminent.

The authority of a powerful being was not to be challenged. Many ordinary tribes had been annihilated for offending a supernatural practitioner.

Fitow and his companions trembled, looking at Old Valencia with pleading eyes.

Old Valencia, unsure of what to do, turned to Enzo for guidance.

Enzo sighed inwardly.

To him, people like Fitow were expendable and could be dealt with decisively.

However, since Old Valencia was unwilling to take such asures, Enzo refrained from further action but insisted on appropriate punishnt. He said, "Each of you will take thirty slaps from each other, and the noise must be loud enough for to hear!"

With that, Enzo embraced Per and walked into the house.

Fitow and his group exchanged reluctant glances and began to slap each other.

Inside the rundown wooden house, Per spoke softly, "Lord Enzo, could you please put down?"

Noticing Per's discomfort, Enzo set her down. As he did, he realized why she was upset. It wasn't just the confrontation with Fitow but the fact that his hand had inadvertently pressed against her soft chest.

How huge the breasts were!

Enzo was taken aback but quickly pushed the thought aside.

He swore by the deity that it was unintentional.

Once on her feet, Per kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with Enzo, but expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Enzo, for saving ."

Enzo smiled and replied, "It's nothing. You saved as well."

At that mont, Old Valencia entered the room, looking flustered.

Being an awkward person, not skilled in debate or even in fishing, he glanced around the room and said, "I'll go prepare so food."

Old Valencia's food was a simple fish stew.

Unfortunately, the fish stew was bland and slled strongly of fish due to Old Valencia's lack of seasoning and cooking skills. Enzo found it difficult to swallow, but Old Valencia and Per enjoyed it.

Old Valencia apologized, "I'm very sorry, Lord Enzo, but this is all I have."

Enzo dismissed it, saying, "I'm not hungry."

This wasn't just to be polite. It was the truth.

Although he didn't understand why he couldn't use his abilities, the energy within him hadn't diminished. Even going without food or water for days wouldn't be a problem for him.

After finishing the al, Old Valencia stepped out briefly and returned with news.

"The tribespeople say that a caravan from the Crimson Star Tribe will arrive in three days."

The arrival of the caravan should have been a good thing, but Old Valencia was worried.

Because he had nothing to trade.

Enzo, however, saw an opportunity. If the caravan arrived in three days, he could return to the Crimson Star Tribe with them.

Not only did he want to avoid potential trouble on the way back, but more importantly—

He didn't know the way back.

With a plan in mind, Enzo took so ti to find a quiet spot and carefully focused on understanding why he couldn't use his abilities.

He spent most of the day imrsed in his thoughts.

Late into the night, Enzo opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "No matter how I try, I can't find any issues. Not only is the power within exceptionally strong, but my ntal strength is also imnse, and the Ring of the World totem has been greatly enhanced. Everything seems normal, yet I still can't use my abilities…"

The unusual symptoms left Enzo feeling troubled and restless.

He left the dilapidated wooden house and walked towards the lake, where he noticed another slender figure sitting by the shore, hugging her knees and resting her head on them, lost in the shimring water.

Enzo approached her.

Sensing soone's presence, Per looked up.

Seeing Enzo, she returned to her original position but asked, "Lord Enzo, if soone has no talent, can they not beco a supernatural practitioner?"

Enzo shook his head, about to answer that talent wasn't the sole requirent, but then the young woman continued.

"Lord Priest tested and said I lack the talent to beco a priest. Also, even with the tribal fire baptism, I wouldn't achieve much as a tribe's warrior… They all say I can only be an ordinary person. But before my father left, he told that even ordinary people could control supernatural powers."

Enzo smiled at her words.

Becoming a priest indeed required talent, and while becoming a tribe's warrior and advancing to totem warrior might seem talent-independent, it demanded significant resources and had its limits unless one was an extraordinary genius.

Essentially, talent played a role here too.

However, was it really that simple?

Per added, "My parents didn't just leave with the outsider. They left with him to search for sothing called the Tree of Life."

Enzo's expression shifted slightly.

Knowledge of the Tree of Life suggested that Per's parents were not ordinary people.

It seems that Per's parents were not simple.

Curious, Enzo asked, "Did your parents say anything else?"

Per thought for a mont before replying, "My father also said that all supernatural abilities are like leaves. If you understand the shape of the leaf and the veins on it, you can replicate the sa leaf. He said that all supernatural abilities follow patterns. Mastering the patterns is what makes soone truly supernatural."

At this mont, Enzo's mind was racing.

The realization hit him. Mastering the pattern was the key to understanding supernatural abilities!

He recalled that when the totem was just the Tree of Life, it represented different abilities through leaves. On the Ring of the World, every change in ability was reflected by alterations in the patterns.

Furthermore, earlier that day, Maude, the last priest of the Barren Mountain Tribe, had said, "This technique I call the Holy Shield Technique involves concentrating supernatural power in the palm and then flowing it through specific patterns to form a powerful shield…"

Specific patterns!

It was this insight!

At this mont, Enzo finally understood.

The so-called supernatural ability was simply a manifestation of a certain pattern, and as long as one masters this pattern, they could use this supernatural ability.

Supernatural powers had patterns that could be traced.

Realizing this, Enzo felt a surge of joy, even though he still couldn't use his own powers.

Noticing the change in Enzo's mood, Per curiously asked, "Lord Enzo, did you rember sothing that made you happy?"

Enzo smiled and said, "I've figured sothing out."

He then sat down, focusing on the Ring of the World, forming a fireball pattern on his palm, and asked Per, "What do you see?"

He intended to tease her.

However her answer made Enzo serious.

Per replied, "A fireball."

Enzo was astonished and asked, "Why a fireball?"

Per shook her head and said, "I don't know, but that's what it felt like imdiately."

Enzo demonstrated a new pattern, this ti for controlling vines, and Per accurately identified it again.

At that mont, Enzo realized that—

Per was a prodigy!

So he asked, "Per, do you want to beco a supernatural practitioner?"