READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 65: The Emissaries' March
The devastation of the training ground didn't go unnoticed. As Arlan arrived at the site, he surveyed the destruction, his expression unreadable.
Rui, still standing in the center of the wreckage, looked up as the headmaster approached. "What happened?" Arlan asked, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Rui didn't hesitate. "I lost control. Again."
Arlan's eyes flicked over the crater, taking in the devastation. "This is more than I expected, Rui. I knew the power you were unlocking was dangerous, but this... This could have been worse."
"I know," Rui replied, his voice steady. "But I'm not going to back down. I need to learn control, and I need it now."
Arlan studied him carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly. "The bone fortifiers helped, but it's clear you're still struggling. You can't afford to continue like this. This power is more than just mana or aura—it's something else, something you still don't fully understand."
Rui nodded. "I don't know what it is, but I'll figure it out. I won't stop until I can control it."
Arlan sighed, placing a hand on Rui's shoulder. "Then we'll have to keep pushing forward. But be careful, Rui. The next time you lose control, it might not just be your training grounds that get destroyed."
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The vast expanse of the Central Continent stretched out like an ocean of stone and sky, a land that commanded awe with its endless wilderness, towering mountains, and sprawling cities. Here, power was not only earned but fought for—cultivators from every sect pushed the boundaries of their strength, each striving for dominance. It was a place where survival was never guaranteed, and the weak were quickly swallowed by the very land that shaped the strong.
Yet even in this realm of power, even with the overwhelming strength of the ruling elites, something unusual had stirred—a ripple far to the east. The Council of the Central Continent had acted swiftly, sending their most trusted emissaries to investigate the source of the disturbance. These elite cultivators, chosen for their expertise and discretion, were tasked with unraveling the mystery of the unprecedented power that had emerged in the Eastern Lands.
They had been traveling for days, the journey long and arduous, as the emissaries made their way toward their destination. Despite the vast distance that separated the Central Continent from the Eastern Lands—more than ten thousand miles—the urgency of their mission had left no room for delay. They moved quickly, across terrain both familiar and foreign, their senses sharpened and their resolve unshaken.
The First Emissary
At the head of the group was Commander Fenrir, a man whose reputation stretched across the continent. His dark eyes gleamed with purpose, his face stoic and unreadable. Fenrir was known for his unparalleled strength in both aura and mana—his mastery over his abilities had been cultivated over decades of fierce training. He was one of the Council's most trusted warriors, chosen for this mission because of his discretion and exceptional combat prowess.
His senses had already detected the first signs of the disturbance as they crossed into unfamiliar lands, the faintest traces of energy in the air, like a distant storm gathering strength. It was subtle, but it was there—a strange, unrefined power that rippled through the very air. Fenrir's hand gripped his sword hilt as his gaze hardened.
"We're close," he said, his voice low, tinged with both anticipation and wariness.
His second-in-command, a woman named Kiera, nodded. She had a keen sense of aura, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the surroundings. "The energy's unmistakable. It's raw, untrained. But it's not weak. We need to remain cautious."
"We will," Fenrir replied, his tone clipped. "Our mission is clear. We observe, report, and wait for further instructions. If this power proves to be a threat to the Central Continent, we will act."
Kiera glanced at her commander, a faint smile on her lips. "And if it's not? What if it's an opportunity?"
Fenrir's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the vastness of the Eastern Lands loomed. "Then we'll be the ones who claim it. But that will depend on what we find when we reach the source."
Days passed as the emissaries moved deeper into the Eastern Lands, their travels taking them across plains and forests, through treacherous mountain passes and over rivers. The journey was exhausting, but it was necessary. They had to reach the heart of the disturbance. Fenrir knew they were close, but something about the energy felt different—raw, chaotic, and yet pulsing with a kind of untapped potential.
They arrived at a small village one evening, the sun casting a soft glow over the buildings as they moved through the streets. The villagers eyed them with a mix of awe and fear. They had heard rumors of strange happenings to the east—whispers of unnatural power that had emerged out of nowhere. But no one truly knew the cause.
Fenrir and his team entered the village cautiously. Their presence was imposing, the very air around them thick with authority. They moved quickly, speaking to the villagers in hushed tones, gathering information on any unusual events or disturbances.
One elderly man, his face lined with age, spoke quietly to Fenrir. "There's been talk of someone... someone with power. Young, with eyes like silver. He's been seen in the mountains to the east, where strange things have been happening. We've heard the ground shaking, like thunder."
Fenrir's expression remained unreadable, but his thoughts were racing. "Where exactly? Tell me."
The old man pointed toward the east, his hand shaking slightly. "There. Beyond the mountain range. That's where the tremors are coming from. And there's something... unnatural about it. Something I can't explain."
Fenrir nodded, his gaze hardening. He turned to Kiera. "We're heading into the mountains. Prepare for anything."
As Fenrir and his team made their way toward the mountains, the weight of their mission began to sink in. The source of the disturbance was still a mystery. Was it a single individual? A manifestation of something greater? The possibilities were endless, but the one thing they knew for certain was that they could not afford to underestimate it.
Meanwhile, back in the Central Continent, the Council had already begun to discuss their next steps. They knew that whatever was happening in the Eastern Lands could not remain unchecked. The emissaries had been given their instructions—observe, investigate, and report back with all the details. If the disturbance proved to be a threat, they would be forced to take action.
The Council was prepared for anything, but the unknown was always the most dangerous. The further Fenrir and his team ventured into the Eastern Lands, the closer they came to understanding the true nature of the power that had shaken the world. And whether they found a threat or an opportunity, one thing was certain—the Central Continent's dominance would no longer be uncontested.