NovelOnlineBeams of purplish-gold light shot through the space, filled with dense, purplish-gold mist.
The only sounds were the sharp whistling of things cutting through the air.
James and the Waitara Path's soul spirit arrived in such a space after entering the Historial Palace.
There were no signs of the five treasures or the forty-nine cauldrons, nor any grandiosity or luxury. It felt like they were standing in an endless realm of purplish gold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhoosh! A purplish-gold light beam shot past them, but the soul spirit caught it just in time.
"No wonder it was so hard to open the last door!" the Waitara Path's soul spirit muttered through clenched teeth. "Turns out the forty-nine cauldrons have somehow developed the consciousness of Yin and Yang, forming two spiritual bodies." James, perfectly disguised as Yehria, asked anxiously, "Mr. Waitara, what... what is this place?" The Waitara Path's soul spirit lifted his gaze. "It was originally a dojo used for training and meditation.
Now that it's fallen into someone else's hands, it has beca place of danger and torture." Just then, a purplish-gold light beam cshooting in James' direction. He pretended to be caught off guard and let himself get swept away by the light beam.
At the stime, numerous colorful lightning bolts appeared above the soul spirit, trapping him in a maze of deadly lightning.
"Aargh!" The Waitara Path's soul spirit let out an agonized cry. He flew around, trying to break away from the lightning bolts but to no avail.
Suddenly, a black and a white form rushed toward the soul spirit from his left and right, raising their swords and swinging forcefully at him.
An intense battle broke out between the three figures, flashes of sword energy and blasts of vital energies shooting through the space around them.
Meanwhile, James hid behind a pillar, sipping sChaos Absinthe while watching the battle.
Even though the Waitara Path's soul spirit had only recovered fifty percent of his real self's powers, James could tell the soul spirit was still thousands of times stronger than he was back in the Gate of Anonymous.
The soul spirit was the Waitara Path's source of life force, after all.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDespite being distracted by the lightning bolts, the soul spirit had no difficulty defending himself from his opponents' attacks.
The two protectors, Zbynek and Lilibeth, had quick and precise attacks, performing millions of variations every second. Ordinary cultivators would not survive their fierce, constantly changing assaults.
It was hard to tell who would win, as both sides seemed equal. Suddenly, James felt something tugging at his arm. He paused, lowered the bottle of liquor in his hand, and turned to find an adorable young child staring at him with big, bright eyes.
James was momentarily stunned. He was shocked that he hadn't sensed the child's presence until she touched him. Moreover, he had been told only Zbynek and Lilibeth were in the Historial Palace, with no mention of a child. "Follow me," the young girl said in a lowered voice.
James was about to say something, but the child took his hand and teleported them away. In the blink of an eye, James found himself standing on the rim of a cauldron. Strange lights ane emanating from inside the cauldron startled him.
"Hop in! Hurry!" the young girl urged.
James turned to her. "Um... Is this one of the forty-nine cauldrons?" The child shook her head. "The forty-nine cauldrons are all in there. You are a Chosen One. While those guys are fighting out there, you need to hurry and master the knowledge stored here!"
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