Chapter 146 - What happened? (1/2)

Nightin however is oblivious to everything that is going on, his eyes are blindfolded with white bandages and blood is leaking from his mouth.

His body is painted a light shade of red and light cuts of blood covered his body from head to toe, his eyes were sliced in the process as well and he had to protect them with a bandage infused with spirit energy.

Just what is the Chaos Dragon doing right now? Nightin asks internally as he opens his senses to its limit, feeling the wind and fire elements near him.

He could feel the firestorm element within his body beaming with joy as they frantically absorbed all the spirit energy, just a few hundred more days in the outside world worth of time and he would open the first gate, bound to be a transcendent gate.

In the past, he could have assume that the first gate might be the firestorm law while the other eight are gates that contain traces of Samsara, but what awaits him in the present is mist waiting to be explored.

Will the effects of just one Samsara gate be enough or will it be too weak and break the balance? Will this affect his future strength and growth potential negatively or will it become one of his most valuable assets?

Unable to come up with an answer, Nightin retracts the spirit energy protecting his body, it's about time that he lets time decides the answer for itself and maybe even accept fate for once.

”Young fella, your decision isn't wrong, but don't ever allow the wheel of fate to play its game or you'll end up losing. Do heed my words.” The voice of Phoenix sounded from Nightin's mind.

”Master Phoenix, are you still alive?” Even though the Ancestor Phoenix may not have taken Nightin in as his disciple officially, but he's sure that Phoenix must have been thinking about the same idea in mind.

It might have been fate that brought them together because the Ancestor Phoenix couldn't locate or call for any of his disciples out there, but both of them had taking a liking to each other character when they were still weak.

Drip Drop

The sound of dripping water was heard before the scenery before him changed, from the previous ancient runes of thick fire and wind elements, all he could see right now are the raging flames and the devastating water clashing at each other.

The water is being evaporated by the flames at every contact, water vapour and every single bit of the process going on was crystal clear to Nightin, the flames were dominating and prevailing against the ocean, the ruler of the seas lost to the Marquis of flames.

”Young fella, you should understand that a Phoenix can undergo nine rebirths and even though it's a legend, I as someone who was once at the eighth rebirth can tell you that I'll be back within a hundred years. My strength will exceed my peak and I'll be a Overlord Phoenix at the pinnacle of this cultivation world, but even so, the fate of this cultivation universe lays on your weighed shoulder.”

It was Phoenix's voice again, except that it'll the first time that Nightin heard his master Phoenix voice brimming with energy and full of confidence.

”Casper is it?” Don't worry and just wait because I'll be seeking you for the truth soon. If you ever held any malicious intent towards the three divine birds species, then don't blame me for being cruel towards you.” Nightin mutters under his breath, his fist clenched.

The next moment however, the water rose in height and towered over the raging flames of searing heat until a giant was standing before a dwarf.

The fate of the battle was sealed as the flames entered eternal slumber before returning for the second battle and while the strength of the water only grew slightly, the flames had doubled in height and was now able to stand on equal terms of power against the water before fading away to nurture again.

The water had no need to try improving its strength anymore because it'll still perish when the flames come back and tower over it much more than it once did.

In a frantic attempt, the once dominant tidal wave abandoned its territory built up over the past hundred years with the mindset of returning for revenge a thousand years later.