Chapter 265 - Saint Expert Arrival (1/2)
It was uncommon for the entire sect to be stirred as it was today. Not even the important duel for today could warrant such a situation.
”Is that true?”
Rushing through the main street of the elder's plaza, I turned my head back to my assistant.
”I don't want to believe it too, but it seems like it.”
When the summoning bell rang in our region of the sect, everyone had to jump out of their sheets despite how early in the morning it was. Unless there was a full-scale attack incoming that required all hands on the deck to be present, this alarm was used only when the situation was really pressing.
Connecting the dots wasn't that hard of a task. First, we got some information that a saint realm expert from the headquarters will come to visit our sect, then the sect leader threw yet another batch of insanely pricey resources at the dog's duo, named after the demonic beast that cultivated with Veriel - and now the bell?
There was no other reason but the protector arrival for the Sect Leader to warrant the usage of the alarming bell!
”Shouldn't it be impossible for him to even enter this area? What about the spatial barriers?”
While it was a common knowledge that no saint experts could ever enter lower-ranking territories, with the option of people breaking through to this realm from the inside, there was an ample number of loopholes in the formation that guarded low ranked grounds from intervention.
Most of the people knew only about the ban in general. Most of the core disciples and elders knew about the formations but only chosen few was privy to know that one could enter this land by suppressing his cultivation below the saint realm.
Like with everything else, there was no way to tell if other factions had the same method to call for the help of protectors, but there was just a single thing in common between all the methods of entry.
If the intruder dared to use their real strength, they would be swiftly detected by the formation and experience not only a severe backlash from it but also a unit of ancient organisation soo elusive that to this day, no one managed to learn their name, would emerge from nowhere and decide whether overstepping one's bounds was warranted by the situation.
There was more than enough of historic records when prodigies went back to their homeland, abused their strength and were swiftly dealt with by those strange people.
”Headquarters have their own means to do what they want to. It's better to not pry too deep into their secrets.”
It was a dream of every disciple and even elders of the Draconic sect to advance to the saint realm and join the headquarters, even if only as a mere outer disciple. While the spiritual realm was the first stage of real cultivation, it was saint level that fulfiled the most sought wishes.
”Elder Batista Dorian with his assistant elder, Psitra Nemerium pays their respect to the sect leader!”
Upon arrival in the reception hall, we both cupped our hands with respect to the person impatiently standing near the middle part of the big room.
Being a bit older and more experienced than my friend, I had the honour to see on my own eyes the activation of a teleportation spell. This didn't change how much I was eager to see it again!
Barely a few minutes after we arrived, a speck of blueish light suddenly appeared around one meter above the very centre of the hall, before erupting into a big flame.
Sizzle.
With the sound similar to a droplet of water dropped on the hot, frying pan, the blue flame devoured all the artefacts placed below it along with all the residual spiritual energy in the air.