It was the beginning of a starry and luminous night at the Three Extremes Sect. All the main cultivators of the sect were gathered with the major clans. They had been discussing for days the terrifying news they had received and its grim consequences.
The twelve families, considered supreme gods to them, had been completely destroyed. The winners were those from the desert city, while they, even if forced, had been on the losers’ side. The winners always sought retaliation against all surviving enemies; everyone trembled in terror before this indisputable fact. They were on the brink.
Desperate, they sought a solution, and soon they explored all the connections of their youngest elder, Ruri. Everyone she had a good relationship with in the major clans had died in the war. Until a black elf remembered a fact they had luckily discovered from one of the few survivors of the war.
"Those weapons that were sold for an absurd price at auctions. All those from the desert city used them and discarded them without hesitation. They always had more and more; the weapons were clearly new and recently forged."
A round-faced, old-looking man nodded, understanding where the black elf was going. He was the current leader of the Obsidian clan and, at the same time, the sect leader. "Yes, all the weapons came from a blacksmith in that city. Everything was connected to that young man named Denil. In fact, all the weapons initially appeared among the evil cultivators; he probably was part of them..."
Everyone took a deep breath at the conclusion. They didn’t know if Denil was alive, but the twelve families had everything under control with that formation. This unbelievable turn in the war destroyed all their beliefs.
Decades ago, there had been a meeting with all the elders of the sect. It was just a few days before the twelve families attacked the city. Everyone knew that the round figure the families were seeking was the same one who had once been in the sect. They questioned their youngest elder about her relationship with him. Her answer echoed in their minds like an ominous omen.
"My master is divine and invincible. He has only left us temporarily, but he will return even more dazzling. Those idiots you fear are just stepping stones he’s using to grow rapidly. You don’t need to worry; he will solve this problem."
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At the time, Ruri spoke, and everyone laughed at her absurdity. That young woman was clearly hopelessly dazzled and completely irrational. Currently, in the meeting room, a bluish androgynous Fey, standing at one and a half meters tall, spoke with regret.
"The evil cultivators no longer exist thanks to him... that human is cunning and relentless; he completely destroyed those planet pests. He will knock on our door soon."
It didn’t take long for them to arrive at an obvious person. If the weapons came from the city, whoever organized the auctions had a connection to the place. Soon, an elf with long blond hair named Nimfle, who commanded everything, was found and captured.
"I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS APPROACH!"
Roared a tall, green orc with dense muscles and war scars all over. He was one of the few who fought in the war and didn’t die; it was purely by luck, and the puppet was destroyed shortly after he started fighting. He was from the Bonecrush clan and was Lokar’s younger brother. Now, he was the strongest living orc of the clan and had become the new leader.
"I agree; my daughter was very close to them. I will not accept using this elf as a shield; let’s just talk to her and apologize for using this bond." The bluish Fey spoke.
He was Fyclea’s father and the current leader of the Soothora clan. She and Lokar were certainly the closest to the people from the city and Ruri. Both died in the war, but their past bonds were the glimmer of hope for these two clans.
The elf entered the meeting room slowly, surrounded by several powerful cultivators who suppressed her. The atmosphere was heavy and tense; when everyone saw her, the intentions of the two leaders of the Obsidian and Noctryn clans were clearly sinister. Despite this, the elf’s eyes were serious, but there was no fear in her, just a faint smile as if she found it ridiculous. In her mind, there was only security... or rather, a completely irrational faith.
Nimfle spent a lot of time in the city and interacted with everyone who lived there; with her close relationship with Ruri and everyone else, she was already one of the faithful worshipers of the whale. The elf became the leader of the institute because he left it to her. As a symbol of her worship, she gathered all the Rainbow Crystals she could find. Then, she commissioned the dwarves in the city and placed a round statue identical to the one in the city in the central institute.
Not only that, she knew the whale wanted to protect the Grassrunners. She loved their crystals and resources more than her own life, but using everything she had, all the Grassrunners were freed and cared for by her. She became a missionary and certainly converted the Grassrunners to her religion.
"I am the leader of the Forge Institute. I am part of this sect. You just had to summon me to the meeting," Nimfle spoke dryly to everyone.
The Orc leader took the lead. "Sorry, but the situation is complicated, and everyone is impatient. They just want...!"
Suddenly, the Orc felt something invade his body and froze in shock. He tried to circulate all his cultivation at the elementary level of the Body Destruction Realm, but he felt his core and meridians sealed. He was naive and let his guard down, thinking they wouldn’t be foolish enough to act. But within his body, earth and Yin runes silently invaded his defenses.
He turned to the people of the Obsidian clan and the Noctryn clan of the dark elves. Their looks were cold and indifferent. He was completely sealed, and the nearby Fey suffered the same fate.
"YOU IDIOTS!" The Orc roared, unable to use his cultivation.
A dark elf spoke slowly. "Don’t be so blunt; you have a close relationship and certainly won’t be affected. But we are different; we need solid assurances."
As he spoke, a light appeared in his fists. It was the Holy Light Law; he clearly wanted to put a hidden slave seal on them and subtly influence them to protect them.
With that, the dark elf felt confident that even the whale couldn’t detect this move. It worked with that young Grassrunner against him, and neither the whale nor Ruri studied this law deeply before. He wouldn’t have such a fertile imagination to imagine that the whale had the ability to sense that even without knowing how to use it. This method was completely impossible; not even a divine cultivator could detect it.
"I get it. You’re really idiotic bastards. You must have done a lot of shady stuff; even if we help you, Denil will eventually find out everything, and you’re doomed," the equally sealed Fey spoke, looking at the dark elf. Then, he turned to the round man from the Obsidian clan.
"I didn’t expect this from you, Asgi. All you had to do was own up to your mistakes and ask for forgiveness; but it seems being the number one clan on the planet comes with a high and dark cost."
The round man snorted and nodded without denying it. Thalor was his grandson, and he had some confidence he could use that to his advantage. But... he always had a thorn in his conscience that only now came to the surface. Covertly, it was the Obsidian clan itself that leaked the information to the Nightflare clan that the mediocre Divinestone clan had the protection of the divine demon of the forest. This led to an alliance between them and, ultimately, the invasion and domination of the Montide people; the initial culprit was none other than the Obsidian clan.
The Obsidian clan would cash in on this favor, and there were many plans to use the Montide people. But by luck or fate, they ended up postponing it and didn’t touch them in time. In the end, Ruri destroyed the Nightflare clan for it, scaring everyone. Then, there was a quiet investigation into whether Ruri knew about it, but she showed no animosity.
Surely this fact would lead them to ruin if properly investigated. That woman and the whale were ruthless; he couldn’t risk his clan and decided to join forces with the dark elves. He turned to the elf, who was impassive to all of this.
She wasn’t sealed. There was no need. Her cultivation was only halfway through the Elemental Condensation Realm. There was no chance of her resisting; he and the leader of the dark elves were at the first level of the Body Destruction Realm.
The round man spoke calmly. "Sorry, we won’t harm you. We’ll just secretly put this on you and subtly influence you to favor us. We have no plans to activate the slave seal completely. And it’s just insurance."
"Idiots," Nimfle spoke, looking at them disdainfully. "You think you can do anything against him? Hurt his faithful and manipulate things covertly? Hehehe, you’re two bastards who can’t accept your mediocrity."
The dark elf and the round man narrowed their eyes; they were the supreme beings reigning over this planet above all. The twelve families didn’t live on the planet and didn’t influence or do much. They were like divine entities belonging to another plane.
As folks from the sect and the two clans were the gods among mortals; since birth, they deemed themselves superior to everything and everyone. Now, were they going to accept being suppressed and bowing their heads to a young mortal like themselves? Never.
Once the leaders of these clans were enslaved, all their members would be too. Then, all the Grassrunners they knew Denil cared for. They would be his shield; if the whale wanted to destroy them, he’d have to take out the four clans and kill the entire sect, along with their allies. He wouldn’t have the guts for that.
"Let’s start with you then," the dark elf took a step with a grim look.
Nimfle scoffed with disdain, then waved her hand. Suddenly, a thirty-centimeter object appeared, emitting a soft glow in multiple colors. The dark elf halted his steps with a strange look, while the round man and everyone in the room watched in astonishment.
The elf beamed and cradled the object with both arms. It was a small round statue, an exact miniature image of the whale. Her smile was a mix of tenderness and determination as she gently placed it between her breasts as if embracing a beloved. Her eyes closed, and she began murmuring unknown words, immersed in a deep connection.
The dark elf snorted with disdain. "A senseless and irrational faith. Mediocre and deluded people, allowing themselves to be dominated by another. Well, screw it."
He took another step toward her, and the elf opened her eyes. A defiant glow lit up her gaze as she spoke. "A true idiot. My god saves nor dominates anyone; he only gives us strength."
Suddenly, the elf’s eyes began to pulsate and change color, emitting a celestial blue that eclipsed the ambient light. "He protects the kind-hearted and grants power to those who wish to fight against bastards like you. He is justice and love. Kindness is reserved only for the deserving; for you, there is only the blade." She continued, her voice causing the laws to stir.
The statue pulsed intensely, radiating the power of faith. It was a direct connection between the elf and the divine being. Celestial energy enveloped her, strengthening her as if she were being blessed by the celestial laws themselves.
Nimfle channeled all her cultivation and power; she was inferior to the two opponents, but a mortal perception made them break out in a cold sweat. She drew a short, thin sword, and at the center of the blade, a runic sharpening seal glowed brightly. Both immediately recognized the symbol; they had seen it in the war against the city, the mortal power of that runic seal.
"Lord, give me strength," the elf murmured, raising the sword.
The power of faith pulsed intensely as the orc and the fey watched in astonishment. Meanwhile, the two adversaries explosively attacked from both sides of the elf, unwilling to give her a chance to strike with that dreadful blade.
BOOM!!!
The central zone of the Three Extremes Sect shook, and the cultivators were seized by panic. The central building of the sect, where a high-level meeting was taking place, exploded violently in extreme power.
Dust filled the air, obscuring the view of everyone present. The central cultivators and elders rushed towards the building, their minds filled with worry and fear. As the dust began to settle, a divine gust swept everything away, revealing a scene that would leave everyone awestruck.
The night seemed to turn into day. Up high, a small celestial sun shone intensely while a blonde elf, holding a blood-dripping sword, looked down coldly. Nimfle floated even higher, the sect’s illusory formation suppressed by the power of faith as if it had never existed. All the sect cultivators everywhere looked up at the sky, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"You daring bastards who defy my God," the elf proclaimed firmly. "He protects all his faithful and grants us strength to fight. Come... let me see how you will deal with him."
The heavens rumbled, and the celestial sun, which was that small statue, pulsed with even more intensity. The blonde elf received even more power and radiated an infinite aura. Below her, only the round man, the sect leader, remained alive.
He and the dark elf attacked simultaneously, but their maximum blows were stopped by an impenetrable divine wall... he felt subtle earth bloodline and laws that were very close to him, leaving him stunned. Then, the dark elf was split in half by the power of the runic seal. Well... now the seal was gone... he thought, knowing it was a one-time use.
Nimfle sheathed the sword with a smile, then drew another, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination, and the heart of the human leader stopped. "Did you think he only granted me this little power?" she sarcastically mocked the round man. "He is also a divine forger. There are no limits to him."
Pointing her new sword towards the heavens, the sharp power merged with the celestial blue, and a round figure seemed to form as a divine manifestation on high. It was as if he were the incarnate celestial laws, the heavens themselves descending to intervene.