On the far side of the quiet garden, the two boys followed their teacher. The night air was still, almost alive with the faint scent of blossoms, and their footsteps slowed as sleep pressed heavily upon their eyelids. Each soft crunch of the gravel beneath their feet seemed amplified in the stillness, as though even the world itself was holding its breath.
"Persevere," the teacher said gently, his voice carrying an almost tangible calmness. "We will reach the house soon."
"Okay, sir," the boys replied together, their voices small in the hush of the garden.
A faint shimmer rippled through the air. Before them, another formation barrier formed—a delicate lattice of light and energy, humming faintly. The teacher walked through it effortlessly, as though the shimmering wall were nothing more than mist.
The boys froze instinctively, their hearts skipping a beat.
"You may enter," their teacher assured them, his voice smooth and certain. "You won't collide with the barrier."
Cautiously, they stepped forward—and then froze in awe.
A majestic building towered into the night sky, one hundred and twenty stories high. Its walls shone pure white, reflecting the soft glow of the moon, and a subtle aura of authority and serenity radiated from it, wrapping the garden in an almost tangible sense of reverence. Sleep vanished instantly from their eyes, replaced by a mixture of wonder and something deeper—a stirring of respect and aspiration.
"Wow… what is this place?" one boy whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
"This is a training and testing ground," the teacher explained, his tone serene yet firm.
"It's so big… so tall!" the other exclaimed, unable to tear his eyes away from the luminous structure.
At the very top, a wooden-like cross rested, emanating a calm, holy aura that seemed to stretch downwards, washing over the boys in soft waves of light.
"This," the teacher continued, "is the core of the village's strength. Everything we have built since our encounter with God. That is all I can reveal for now."
He turned slowly toward a small bungalow nestled nearby. The boys followed, though their eyes remained glued to the glowing tower behind them, hearts racing with a mixture of awe and anticipation.
"Do not be anxious," the teacher said softly, his gaze lingering on them. "One day, when your strength is enough… you will enter that building."
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At the base of the highest mountain, the village chief led his group toward an intricate structure carved into the summit. The rocks shimmered faintly beneath their feet, as if aware of their approach. As they drew near, the barrier surrounding it dissolved gently, almost bowing in recognition of those who dared enter.
The chief, a man in his forties, moved with the elegance of someone who had mastered both body and spirit. His rainbow-colored hair shimmered faintly in the dim light, pale and ethereal, reminiscent of the teacher's own hair in the garden.
With effortless grace, they ascended the mountain steps. To the untrained eye, the climb seemed impossible, but their movements were fluid, as if the mountain itself had flattened to welcome them.
Soon, they reached the entrance of the Spatial Reservoir. The air inside was cool, tinged with the faint hum of energy. Glowing patterns adorned the walls, each intricate symbol representing a step along the path of higher cultivation. The entire chamber felt alive, carved with divine precision, like a sanctuary suspended between the mortal realm and something far greater.
A calm voice echoed across the space, resonating with the very stones.
"So… what brings you here in such urgency?"
"The Black Leaf Organization has ordered us to submit the village," the chief replied, a deep sigh escaping him. "I always knew this day would come."
He looked around the chamber, his eyes tracing the glowing symbols with a careful reverence.
"This place is no longer just a village. It has grown into a city. Our influence now stretches to the major clans of the Great Ling Empire. Naturally, it is inevitable that some will seek to claim what we have built through the spirit power."
Silence followed, heavy but not oppressive. The symbols on the walls flickered softly, casting moving patterns of light across the chamber.
"We must call for an emergency meeting," he continued, voice low, almost a whisper. "But for now… I need you to follow me. Secretly."
The chief opened a hidden door behind the chamber.
Inside, weapons were arranged meticulously: a long spear, four green-tipped daggers, a spatial ring, and numerous lethal artifacts. Among them, the Red Sun Bomb sat ominously, a promise of destruction capable of mimicking the explosive power of as if the sun itself explodes.
The vice chief frowned.
"What do you need all these weapons for?"
The chief handed him a double-edged spear and two green-coated daggers.
"Take these. You excel at long-range combat, and your spatial abilities give strong defense close-range. If anything gets near, rely on the daggers. Also—choose two potions to aid you in battle."
On the table were four potions: Divine Healing, Flow, Insight, and Innate Battle.
Flow Potion: Crafted from rare cultivation fruits and mystical plants, heightens all senses, boosts mental energy, and allows faster comprehension of martial laws.
Divine Healing Potion: Restores internal and external injuries.
Insight Potion: Enhances comprehension of Insight laws for cultivators below the Insight Realm.
Innate Battle Potion: Crafted from Life Plants, fused naturally with martial laws from birth. Its potency grows with the user's Body Refining Rank.
Plants themselves were classified into five levels:
1. Forest Plants – ordinary plants of nature.
2. Semi-Life Plants – reactive or carnivorous plants.
3. Life Plants – conscious, capable of communicating with advanced cultivators.
4. God Plants – fully conscious, capable of extreme combat.
5. Eternal Plants – mythical, mentioned only in ancient prophecy.
"If these are free," the vice chief said, "I won't complain."
His expression shifted then, fear creeping into his eyes.
"Don't tell me… you're planning to fight the Silver Bell Cat."
The chief nodded.
"Yes. You're correct."
"You're joking!" the vice chief shouted.
"I'm dead serious. I don't want to fight it now—but time demands risks," the chief said calmly.
"You know that cat is at the 7th Body Refining Realm—possibly the 8th! Fighting it now is suicide. Even risks shouldn't guarantee survival!"
"Relax," the chief said. "I have something up my sleeve. I would not fight without confidence in victory."
The vice chief exhaled.
"Good. Knowing you, you would never pursue a beast we cannot defeat. And you do not lie—the Holy Scriptures forbid it."
"Enough talk," the chief said. "Let's begin."
The vice chief extended his fingers and recited a verse:
> "The Lord shall give His people strength,
and He shall bless them with peace."
A purple aura erupted from him. The weapons trembled as if awakening from a long slumber. Sky-blue energy flowed from his palm into the spatial ring, which pulsed with purple light.
One by one, the spear, the daggers, and the Flow and Divine Healing Potions vanished into the ring. Only two potions remained.
The chief nodded.
"Impressive. Your spatial abilities have improved. With this level of control, you can challenge a 2nd-Realm Insight cultivator—not to win, but to compete in comprehension."
Even at the Body Refining Realm, defeating Insight cultivators fully was nearly impossible. Their bodies moved with perfect precision, harmonizing with natural law.
The vice chief sighed.
"My pain tolerance is low. Otherwise, I would already be at the 7th Rank. That is why I rely on nutrient potions… or high-level beast meat."
The Divine Healing Potion restored wounds.
The Flow Potion heightened senses and awareness, accelerating comprehension during prolonged battles.
The Insight Potion enhanced body and spirit, revealing Insight laws at their full potential.
The Innate Battle Potion fused the user with nature's laws, granting strength that grew with mastery.
The vice chief reflected silently: Insight may not aid me now, but Divine Healing ensures survival, and Flow will sustain me in long fights, strengthening body, mind, and senses alike.
The chief sealed the Spatial Reservoir. It was more than a cave—it was a vast, stable space, far larger and more reliable than any ring. That was the origin of the weapons.
Descending the mountain toward the forest, the chief and vice chief prepared for what awaited. The village was ringed by mountains; to the north lay plains dotted with shrubs, while the southwest stretched into a vast evergreen forest, thick and ancient.
"Time to move," the chief said. "As the Eternal Spirit of God instructed."
"The Spirit guided you?" the vice chief asked.
The chief nodded.
"I never knew this was what you hid in your heart," the vice chief murmured. "Very well. Let's get serious."
They shot forward—seven times the speed of sound, leaving a blur of motion in their wake.
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In another room of the bungalow, the teacher opened the Holy Martial Cultivation Book, while Yiselie, Enhui, and the little beast slept peacefully, their breathing slow and even.
"For the chief to head in that direction… he must intend to slay a substantial, formidable monster," the teacher murmured.
"Knowing him, he surely has something up his sleeve. But even so, it will be a very hard battle."
He paused, his fingers tracing a line in the air above the book.
"The problem isn't just cultivation. The Silver Bell Cat is known for its terrifying speed… and intelligence."
He prayed quietly.
"May God be with you… in your battle."
As they advanced, the air itself seemed to hum with quiet energy. The leaves above rustled without wind, the grass bowed slightly under an invisible pressure, and faint shafts of light filtered down in trembling rays, illuminating dust motes like drifting stars. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, as if the forest itself recognized the approaching confrontation and had grown solemn in anticipation.
The path widened, revealing gnarled roots that stretched like veins across the forest floor, yet not a single living creature stirred. Flying beasts that once filled the air with flaps and cries now circled at a safe distance, their eyes glinting with cautious respect. Arboreal predators that had once prowled the treetops now lingered on distant branches, muscles tense, watching, waiting. It was not fear alone—it was recognition of a predator unlike any they had ever seen.
The wind carried a subtle scent—sharp, wild, and slightly metallic aura. It spoke of claws that could tear through flesh, of speed unmatched by ordinary beasts, and of intelligence that seemed almost human. Even the sunlight seemed hesitant, only partially illuminating the path ahead as though unwilling to expose what lurked within. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional, almost imperceptible sway of a branch or the faint rustle of fallen leaves.
For over a kilometre, not a single creature dared cross their path. This was more than avoidance—it was reverence, a forest-wide acknowledgment that something extraordinary, something dangerous, waited just beyond sight. The very ground seemed to hum beneath their feet, the energy of life around them subdued in deference to the power ahead. But fear did not overcome for they trust in the heavenly king spirit words.
The closer they drew to the lair, the more the world seemed to shift. Shadows deepened unnaturally, bending around the ancient trees. Mist rose from the forest floor in curling tendrils, carrying the faint glow of bioluminescent spores that flickered like distant stars. Each step forward heightened the tension; every sense the chief and vice chief possessed was on high alert, perceiving subtle shifts in the environment.
It was as if the forest had transformed into a gate of anticipation, every element conspiring to herald the presence of a being both feared and respected by all life within these ancient woods. The air grew colder, sharper, charged with a latent energy that made their skin prickle. Even the powerful vice chief could not deny it: they were nearing the lair of a force unlike any they had encountered.
Suddenly, a terrible aura burst forth from deep within the lair, radiating like a storm of invisible force. The very mountains seemed to tremble under its weight, rocks shivering, and the air vibrating with a silent, oppressive power.
Their senses highten to cover serval thousand kilometres, they could hear the fear of all the beast in forest.
The chief and the vice chief felt it press down upon them, a suffocating force that seemed capable of crushing anything in its path. Yet, at their cultivation levels, it was not truly threatening—they could withstand its weight without faltering. Still, the sheer intensity of it could sent shivers down their spines.
The aura was unlike anything ordinary beasts possessed. It carried intelligence, malice, and authority all at once, a presence that declared dominion over the forest. Even the winds bent under it, and the trees leaned away as though instinctively avoiding the oppressive energy. Dust and loose leaves were swept into eddies, circling the invisible epicenter of the power.
For a heartbeat, the forest itself seemed frozen, holding its breath. Every creature that had remained hidden watched from afar, trembling at the palpable weight of the aura. The vice chief and the chief exchanged a brief glance, acknowledging silently: this was the true force behind the silence, the power that had cleared the path before them.
Yet, despite the aura's overwhelming presence, they pressed forward. Their hearts were steady, their bodies unshaken. They had prepared for this moment, and the Heavenly King Spirit's words reinforced their resolve. Even the terrible, mountain-shaking power of the Silver Bell Cat could not deter them—they would face it head-on.
They both concentrated, drawing every ounce of their cultivation into their cores. Auras flared around them, immense and unrelenting. As the two powers collided, the forest itself seemed to shudder in recognition.
In an instant, the entire two-kilometer-wide forest around them was leveled. Trees were torn from the ground, splintering like twigs. Earth tremors shook the mountains, rocks cracked, and the ground heaved under the sheer force. Dust and debris filled the air, swirling in the shockwave of energy.
Every living being nearby froze. Flying beasts scattered, arboreal predators leapt to distant branches, and even the smallest forest creatures sensed the magnitude of what had occurred. The auras—both human and beast—were undeniable. Anyone in the village with the slightest awareness could recognize the overwhelming power at play.
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