Damien set aside his curiosity as their ride descended abruptly to a lower altitude. He turned to his companion, Brother Alex, with a quizzical look as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the blue ocean. The dragon continued to soar at its maximum speed despite the descent.
"Brother Alex, may I inquire why we find ourselves flying at such a low altitude?" Damien asked.
"Your curiosity is understandable, given your outsider status in this Requiem world," Alexander replied with a touch of condescension. "No offense, Mister Darhk."
"None taken."
Alexander continued, "This world is inhabited by powerful beings—dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures beyond your wildest imagination. Even my dragon hesitates to ascend to higher altitudes, especially over the sea."
Damien pondered this for a mont. "Then I suppose flying at this low altitude might expose us to potential dangers, considering there must be extraordinarily strong creatures lurking beneath the water."
"Correct! However, have so faith in . I've traversed this region countless tis. Besides, the most formidable creatures tend to stay on the ocean floor. We're relatively safe at this altitude," reassured Alexander as he reclined on the dragon's back.
During their journey, the two engaged in a wide-ranging conversation about this world. Damien learned about the Shadow Fiend, soul-eaters that dwelled in the dark corners of this realm, particularly in the overshadowed region near the convergence of the four planets.
After enduring scorching suns, turbulent winds, and even storms for an hour, Damien spotted land on the northeastern horizon. As they drew closer, he discerned about ten colossal white stone statues in human forms, mostly dwarfs, holding an array of weapons—spears, war hamrs, swords, and bows. They stood tall, with their feet imrsed in the water near the coastline. The dragon passed through a feminine-looking statue with a thunderous roar before landing heavily on the sandy ground.
"Is this our destination?" Damien inquired, scanning the surroundings with his Devil's Eyes Ocular technique, emanating a radiant golden light.
"You could say that," replied Alexander. "Mister Darhk."
"Please, call Damien."
"Very well, Damien. To deter uninvited guests, we have a formidable Heaven Trapping Array Formation covering this entire island. From this point forward, you must follow my every step."
"Lead the way," Damien responded casually but with an undertone of unwavering confidence.
"There are precisely ten thousand steps ahead. Please pay close attention and be aware that failure cos with consequences. You can also choose to turn back and forfeit the Suru Ring," Alexander inford him candidly.
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"I understand. So, this is my first trial as a rookie mber of the association, right?"
"Certainly, but not your very first. Your initial trial comnced the mont you spotted shadowing you. Eliminating a Shadow Fiend is a crucial step, but there are more trials ahead. We don't accept just anyone," Alexander explained.
"Well then, let's not waste any ti. Do what you need to, and I'll do my part," Damien replied with a touch of disrespect in his tone.
Alexander paid little attention to Damien's attitude. Without delay, he took a deep breath and concentrated his internal origin chi into his legs, causing an azure hue to envelop them up to his thighs. With a series of hand seals, he shouted, "Wind Gliding Movent Technique, Activate!" Instantly, his figure fragnted into ten thousand copies, each in a different running pose, scattered over a distance of about 35 feet. These duplicates stamped their feet on the ground, leaving ten thousand distinct footprints, each three and a half inches deep. Afterward, all the copies systematically rged into the one farthest from Damien, and a colossal red gate adorned with depictions of dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures materialized, opening with a resounding clang.
"Good luck, dear Damien. If you pass this test, we'll et again," Alexander said as he stepped through the gate. It closed with a loud bang, shattering into countless shards that disappeared completely.
Although this entire process unfolded in a fraction of a second, Damien had captured every minute detail with his third vertical pitch-black eye, which opened briefly. Coupled with his eidetic mory, he began replaying Alexander's movents in his mind, in slow motion.
After ticulously studying Alexander's actions, which appeared to target the ten thousand spots arranged in the shape of a Shadow Fiend, Damien was amazed by the intricacies of unlocking the Great Heavens Trapping Array Formation. Each step had to exert equal pressure simultaneously, and the final part involved transferring the load in ascending order, concentrating all the weight onto the last steps as the other copies removed their footprints from the ground.
Damien sat cross-legged on the sand, closed his eyes, and assud a ditative posture.
"What?! Can't even the great Damien crack such an Array Formation?" Cynthia's lodious voice echoed in his mind.
"Give a mont, Cynthia. Can't you see I'm trying to ditate?" Damien complained ntally. "And don't misunderstand . Breaking this array formation is a walk in the park. I just need to be in peak ntal and physical condition to do it."
"Ah, my apologies, Lord Damien. I may have underestimated your talents," Cynthia giggled playfully and then disappeared from his ntal palace as mysteriously as she had arrived.
With his upper body erect, Damien closed his eyes and breathed rhythmically, drawing Origin Chi from the air into his internal organs with each inhale. Slowly, the sea of lightning chi within his Dantian region began to ripple and activate the "Lightning Cannon Cultivation Technique" on its own.
As Damien sat there, his eyes closed in deep ditation, he focused not only on his physical preparation but also on fortifying his ntal resolve. He knew that cracking the Great Heavens Trapping Array Formation required more than just skill; it demanded unwavering determination and a steel-like ntality. In the stillness of the mont, he channeled his thoughts inward, building a ntal fortress that would shield him from doubt and distraction. With every breath, he steeled his mind, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.
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