All Chapters of Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery: Chapter 391
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Chapter 390: New Brother.
“So… does it mean the Young Master’s pendant can protect one’s conscious realm? What grade of artifact could it possibly be? How much would it even cost?” Venak thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the phoenix claw pendant now resting on Daku’s chest.The artifact glimmered faintly, threads of unseen power coiling around Daku like a guardian spirit.“Such an important treasure was in the Young Master’s hands all this time, concealing his cultivation. For him to give it away so casually… it shows how serious the Young Master is about recruiting Daku.”"But he said temporarily."Venak straightened, his tone steady. “Welcome to the Blood Roses, Daku Maris.”Du Shiye gave a sharp nod, his voice low but genuine as he added, “Welcome, brother.”Daku was taken aback.For the first time in years, he didn’t know how to react.His lips trembled, his mind a storm of gratitude and disbelief.All he could manage was a stiff nod, his fingers brushing the pendant as if to make sure this wasn’t some
Chapter 391: I did not choose wrong.
Daku had fainted outright, his body collapsing to the ground as though struck by lightning.His thoughts had drowned in shock, the revelation of Oasis belonging to the Phoenix Clan crashing against his mind like tidal waves too heavy to bear.“We already suspected that young master Oasis was not normal…” Shiye’s sharp eyes narrowed as he watched.His thoughts turned inward, piecing together the clues. “We could tell from the very beginning—Vesta being a phoenix was no mere coincidence. And I saw it with my own eyes… so it really is true.""Young master is from the Phoenix Clan. To think I, Du Shiye, would walk beneath the shadow of such a being… what an honor.”Venak, however, did not look shaken.His lips curved faintly into a proud, knowing expression, as though silently declaring: “I already knew it. I’ve always known it.”Oasis, his presence steady and calm, raised a single hand.Wind mana unfurled around him like a living force, wrapping beneath Daku’s unconscious frame.The curr
Chapter 392: Starfall reapers.
Emberfall – Starfall Consortium GuildThe chamber was dimly lit, its walls lined with towering shelves of scrolls and maps, the scent of parchment and ink thick in the air.A round obsidian table sat in the center, its polished surface reflecting the faint glow of lantern-light.Within it, three figures were gathered, their voices low, murmurs echoing against the stone walls.“What is this hushed meeting about from the Guild Master? What happened? Did we find a new treasure location, or is an ancient ruin about to open?” one of them said, his tone laced with excitement.This was Mando Zhang, leader of the Daylight Reapers. His broad shoulders shook as he leaned forward, eager like a predator catching the scent of prey.His grin betrayed his hunger for glory.Another figure spoke, his voice low but tinged with irritation.“Who knows? Let’s get this over with already. I have research to do.” This was Akuma Muramasa, leader of the Dawn Reapers.His expression was grave, brows furrowed as
Chapter 393: Learn the eternal truth.
Heavy incense drifted in the air, curling like snakes, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the deep voice of the Guild Master.“Riku,” the Guild Master said slowly, his tone carrying the weight of both authority and suspicion, “do you think that child is capable of betraying us?”Riku now stood a respectful distance away, his head lowered.His eyes, however, glinted with unease.“Honestly, Master, I don’t know. I only had a master-disciple type of relationship with him—nothing more. I never dwelled in emotions or sentiment. With him, it was always about strength. Only strength.” His words echoed coldly in the chamber.The Guild Master leaned back slightly on his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest.“But Master,” Riku continued, his brows furrowing, “who do you think it is that severed the soul link? Whoever it is must be incredible.""Could it be that Daku encountered a Saint Realm master—one who slew the others, and perhaps… took a liking to Daku’s talent? After all
Chapter 394: Whispers and Beliefs.
About a day after the meeting of the Reapers, word began to leak.Information spread like wildfire in Verdantia, whispers carried first through House of Whispers guild halls and messenger hawks, then shouted across bustling marketplaces.By noon, it was no longer rumor but proclamation: Rex Veidros was dead—killed by Oasis of Lunaris.The news was staggering, not confined to Verdantia alone.Even the neighboring Kingdom of Ironhold, the frozen bastion of Frostguard, and distant regions beyond the western and eastern seas heard the tale within few hours.Couriers, merchants, wandering cultivators, and bardic singers carried the shocking tidings on restless tongues.In every inn, tavern, and roadside gathering hall, people pointed to the posters nailed to doors and wooden posts.The parchment was stamped with guild seals, declaring the official word: Rex Veidros has fallen. Slain by the young elder of Lunaris.The atmosphere in Verdantia was thick.Tankards froze midway to lips as commo
Chapter 395: True meaning of Gift.
Then Amilia slowly bridled her aura.The icy brilliance that had saturated the courtyard—the frost that clung to the air, the biting chill that froze the basin—vanished in an instant.It was as if the overwhelming presence had never existed, leaving behind nothing but stillness and the faint echo of awe in the atmosphere.“You understand now,” Amilia said, her voice calm, almost serene.Amiliana’s chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes were still wide with shock.“You… you have comprehended the Laws of Frost. And Elder Volacris is responsible for that!” Her words carried disbelief and admiration intertwined. “Did you tell Mother about this?”Her lips curved into a sudden smile, pride softening her face. “Congratulations, Amilia. This is… this is big news worth celebrating.”Her voice shook slightly, but it was from happiness. “With this, we can confidently say—without a doubt—you will reach the Enlightened Realm. There will be no failure.”“Yes,” Amilia answered
Chapter 396: Skepticism.
Next day— Verdantia, Elderrest, Ginsenbark GuildOne of the courtyard of the Ginsenbark Guild stretched vast and solemn, lined with stone pavilions etched with wards that shimmered faintly under the noonday light.At its heart lay a wide training field where two disciples clashed fiercely, their spells streaking across the air in arcs of power that occasionally cracked against the barrier wards set along the perimeter.Sweat poured down their brows, their robes clinging to their frames, as they exchanged strikes with the desperation of those determined to prove themselves under watchful eyes.Beneath the shade of a towering oak, its bark dark and grooved with centuries of life, sat two elders upon carved wooden chairs.Between them rested a polished board of Go, the black and white stones glinting faintly with a hint of energy — this was no ordinary game, but one infused with mana, each move carrying ripples that could subtly attune the players’ minds to strategy and balance.The two
Chapter 397: Veydran Veidros.
Within the Ginsenbark Guild — the Guildmaster’s HallThe Guildmaster’s private hall was built of blackstone and veined marble, its high ceiling supported by pillars engraved with writhing vines that seemed almost alive, their carvings whispering faintly as if feeding on the mana in the air.The chamber was vast, yet heavy, the atmosphere pressing down like a storm before lightning.At the far end of the hall sat a single throne of twisted ironwood, wide enough to seat a giant.Upon it, Guildmaster Veydran Veidros leaned forward, elbows pressed to his knees, his fingers clasped so tightly the knuckles had turned bone white.Veydran was a man whose very presence radiated dread.His hair, long and black with streaks of white at the temples, cascaded like flowing shadow over his broad shoulders.His face was sharp, chiseled like stone, but his eyes burned with a killing intent so deep it seemed to erode the air itself — pupils ringed with crimson, like blood caught in perpetual flame.His
Chapter 398: Death Companions on the Move.
“So that’s what the Guild Master said, huh,” arius muttered to the servant as the go stones clicked beneath Elder Harrick’s steady fingers in the courtyard.“Yes,” the servant replied, voice thin in the cool air."We shall heed the guild master s word, you can take your leave now," he said to the servant, his expression not satisfied with this way of doing things — a tightness around the mouth, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.He let the man go; the servant bowed and slipped away through the stone pathway, footfalls swallowed by stone.“Mm. It seems you are not pleased with the decision of the Guild Master,”Elder Harrick observed, pausing his play.He looked up, the faint smile of a man who loved a good contest still clinging to him even as he spoke of politics."The decision is firm and wise from the guild master," Darius said, voice cool as a blade. "And remember, the kid in question is no ordinary scrap — made an elder so young, war-hero laurels beside his name.""The chances t
Chapter 399: Florentis City.
A week later…Thousands of kilometers north-east from Verdantia…The Kingdom of Aurelion stretched across the land like a jewel of eternal spring.Unlike the snow-bitten peaks of Glacia and Frostguard or the fire affiliated scenery of Ignis Vale, Aurelion basked in mild breezes, blossoming orchards, and rivers that glittered under a sun that seemed ever gentle.It was like Elderrest, Springfield and Lunaris in one place during spring.Its fields were painted with wildflowers, and songbirds carried their music across villages and roads, making it a place of warmth and ceaseless life.At the heart of this Kingdom lay Florentis City, one of Aurelion’s grandest strongholds, famed for its markets, auctions, and academies.The gates of Florentis towered like colossal sentinels of bronze and stone, carved with blooming vines and radiant sunbursts.Each gate leaf was wide enough to admit caravans twenty abreast, and even so, the flow of traffic surged ceaselessly:merchants guiding wagons lad