372 Blessings (1/2)
The colorful lights turned into silhouettes of people who had once climbed the peak of this plane and ascended to the Divine Realm. Their faces might be blurred but the Old Consciousness will never forget their auras.
”The 4th Generation of Rulers…” the old man whispered with his entire body shaking in disbelief.
First is the Sea Master, Ruler of the Water. His robes look like a waterfall, he stood tall like a spear pointing towards the heavens. His golden trident was held beside him and his aura resembled a still water that won't hesitate to transform into a raging tsunami in a blink of an eye.
Beside him is the Earth Master, Ruler of the Land. His clothes looked like a the great earth itself. He was the shortest amongst the rulers, yet he had the buffest body frame. His ankles are constricted with black metal cuffs linked with a chain, akin to those of prisoners or slaves. A great axe was resting by his shoulders and his aura was that of an indomitable mountain.
Next is the Sky Master, the Heaven's Ruler. She wore an elegant dress seemingly formed out of cloud. She has Four-sets of wings behind her back and she stood tall amongst the rulers with her golden sword planted vertically on the ground. She depicted true might and beauty even though her face was blurred. Her aura resembled the vastness and freedom of the skies.
Besides her is a lady called Master Moon, Ruler of the Night. She is a stark contrast compared to the Sky Master yet she just as elegant as her. Her wings looked like the starry skies during the night, and instead of a weapon, she's holding a crystal ball that closely resembled the moon itself. Her aura gives of an impression of the element she ruled, the beauty and mystery of the night.
And finally, the one who gives off the strongest and lasting impression compared to the rest, would be Master Sun, the King of Rulers. He wore a simple robe that looks almost similar to training robes. His golden hair graciously fell behind his back while his hands held a wand that seemingly had a miniature sun. His aura was steadfast, unyielding, majestic and kind all at the same time. Which is why he leaves behind a lasting impression to anyone who sees him.
The Old Consciousness almost don't know how to react. These faces had been branded onto his memories due to several reasons. First, they are the leaders of the first batch of people who ascended to the Divine Realm. From the moment of their birth, the old consciousness was already aware that they are destined for greater things yet what they achieved was something that precedes his expectations.
On the other hand, Raven's guesses were proven to be correct.
He didn't believe that everyone who left this plane had forgotten about their home. Regardless of his own circumstances during his previous life, he always missed home and often found himself wanting to return. Homesickness is something that not even the strongest beings are immune to, this strongly applies to him as well. The problem is that the Masters' became too strong too fast that by the time they realized it, they can't return anymore.
They were too strong that just their presence alone could destroy the whole plane. It would've been fine if the plane was still at its prime, they might've been able to if they suppressed their cultivations to barest minimum, but that's no longer the case.
Raven knew that they couldn't stand to see their home reaching the end of its natural lifespan if they could do something about it. So he believed that they left their blessings to the plane, it's just on the matter of searching it and making use of it. Thankfully, the blessings were implanted to the core itself, saving him a lot of time.
Serving as the medium for this whole ritual, Raven remained under pressure since not only he was keeping everything stable all on his own, he's also receiving the full burnt of the aura these Master's are emanating.
All of a sudden, the silhouettes of the Masters suddenly moved. They raised their respective weapons and pointed it towards the core.
Myriad colors of lights filled the entire space of the Center. The Old Consciousness fainted and he was forcefully merged to the core itself. Each light contained different kinds of blessings, all suited and proved nourishing for the core.
Not only the vitality of the plane was being restored at an alarming pace, the weakening structures of laws and the natural protection of the plane was being restored to its peak condition as well.
The blessing of the Masters were too concentrated. None of them held back at all. The nourishment was so much that even Raven was greatly benefitting from it. He hadn't intended to take advantage of the situation at all but his body was automatically reacting from all of this.
The shower of blessings continued for a whole hour, nonstop. Not only did the vitality of the plane was completely restored, it was even extended by a great margin. It's natural protection from outside influences became stronger as well.