All Chapters of Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery: Chapter 481
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Chapter 479: Calming the nerves.
In the waiting area.The air was thick with disbelief, as though time itself had frozen mid-breath.Every participant—whether from the first or second group—stood utterly speechless, their gazes locked on the battlefield.To them, Oasis had been standing quietly just moments ago, calm and silent, his presence unnoticed amidst the chaos.Yet now, as if the world itself had blinked five times, he was standing before Nova Sparrow—her limp, unconscious body swaying gently in the aftermath of unleashed power.Gasps rippled through the chamber.The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the fading hum of residual energy that still shimmered faintly in the air like distant echoes of a storm.The thousands in the audience shared the same stunned expression—eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, as they tried to comprehend what had just happened.The transition had been so fast that not even the Enlightened among them had caught a trace of his movement.One heartbeat, Nova had been consumed by a
Chapter 480: The Saint's Secret and the Sentient Art.
Upper GalleryThe view from there stretched across the grand sanctuary, its barrier being repaired faintly glowing.The faint chatter of crowd and masters below echoed distantly, like waves breaking on a shore far away.Devi Pogoda now leaned against the railing.His sharp eyes, weathered by centuries yet still restless with curiosity, were fixed on Oasis.Then, with a slow exhale, he turned toward Marcellia Valmorra.“Mm,” Devi said with a small, knowing hum, “it seems you’re ignoring it again—as you have been ignoring most of the questions I’ve asked about that boy you claim is your nephew.”Marcellia didn’t look at him immediately.Her posture was regal, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression calm—too calm.Her gaze lingered on the distant arena, where Oasis’s faint cyan afterglow was fading.Devi chuckled lowly.“I suppose I’ll have to speak with the brat myself. It’s not every day one stands before a talent like that.” His voice carried the tone of some
Chapter 481: The Prewritten Path and the Promised Aid.
Earlier…After the chaos, Amon’s announcement and the uproar that followed, the vast sanctuary slowly began to settle.The spectators were still buzzing with disbelief, but within the inner corridors reserved for participants, the silence was heavy — solemn even.The participants had left the waiting area and dispersed into the resting chambers, their footsteps echoing faintly across the polished floors.The faint hum of mana still lingered in the air, whispering remnants of the intense energy that had shaken the entire Sanctuary.Inside the long hallway lined with ornate silver lamps floating gently above, Oasis emerged quietly from his chamber.He had changed into a simple azure robe, its fabric light and smooth, rippling faintly as he walked.His hair caught the glow of the mana lanterns, shimmering faintly like threads of starlight against the tranquil blue of his clothing.The soles of his new shoes clicked softly on the stone — each step deliberate, steady, and filled with purpo
Chapter 482: The Wisdom Imparting Mystery.
“Mmh… this old man must be the physician,” Oasis thought as his azure eyes glimmered faintly, studying the figure before him.“I can tell from the energy that surrounds him—this is no ordinary healer.His aura carries the calmness of one who has mended both body and soul countless times.He’s a great physician… no, more than that.Words alone can barely capture it.”His gaze then shifted toward Nova, lying still beneath layers of sealing light.“Mmh… those seals on her…” Oasis’s brows slightly furrowed. “So he’s not just a physician—he’s well-versed in formations and runes.Indeed, those two fields complement one another. In truth, most cultivation paths intertwine with the art of runes and formations.Refiners depend on them to perfectly enchant artifacts; alchemists weave them into their cauldrons to refine pills flawlessly;and even cultivators skilled in martial or mages rely on talismans and scrolls etched with specific formations."“As for that seal on Nova…” Oasis’s sharp eyes
Chapter 483: Promised Return.
“Guaranteed, huh?” Oasis thought, his eyes narrowing faintly. “But that feels like predestination.Still… I suppose it’s better that way—if a parent leaves their wisdom behind, then their children won’t have to start from zero in this cruel cultivation world.”He paused, his expression thoughtful, then asked aloud, “So… does this technique still work if someone was born with a body constitution that rejects mana?Or a body too fragile to even endure cultivation?”“Hmm…” Physician Jojo stroked his beard thoughtfully, the faint shimmer of runic light reflecting from his wrinkled fingers.“In that case, it would be… difficult. I’ve never personally encountered such a condition, but I’ve read about it in old manuals.The best solution would be to treat the body first—alter its constitution—then attempt wisdom imparting.Meaning… whoever intends to leave behind their cultivation’s wisdom must first ensure their disciple or child can actually withstand it.”He paused, then added with a know
Chapter 484: Duel in the Downpour.
The first drops of rain began to fall.At first, it was only a faint tapping sound—soft droplets breaking against the platforms of the Massive battle, trickling down the intricate carvings of the sanctuary walls.Then, as if heaven itself had exhaled, the rain grew heavier.Tens of thousands of spectators lifted their gazes toward the heavens.The vast expanse above was a swirling tapestry of dark clouds beaneth the dark skeis of the night.The air was thick with petrichor—the scent of wet stone and energy, the mingling of mana with stormwater.For a brief, sacred moment, the entire sanctuary seemed to fall silent, as if the crowd collectively welcomed the downpour from the brooding sky above.Some closed their eyes, letting the chill droplets kiss their faces; others raised their hands, murmuring in awe at the beauty of it.The rain fell not as a curse but as a divine rhythm—a song of nature blending with the pulse of the cultivators below.In the upper gallery, “Amon, does this pla
Chapter 485: The Siege of Genowa.
Meanwhile — Somewhere Northwest from VerdantiaThe Kingdom of Duskreed, City of Genowa.The storm had come like an omen.Thunder rolled across the blackened skies as lightning tore through the clouds, painting fleeting flashes over a city drowning in chaos.The heavy rain fell like shards of glass, hammering against the stone walls of Genowa — a fortress city now turned into a battlefield.Every tower, every street, and every corner trembled under the relentless bombardment from outside.The enemy siege engines roared in the distance, catapults flinging flaming boulders and enchanted projectiles that exploded against the shimmering protective runes on the city walls.Each impact made the air quake and sent a ripple of light through the defensive barrier, which was now flickering weakly like a candle in the wind.Archers and spearmen lined the ramparts, their soaked armor glinting with flashes of lightning as they loosed mana-infused arrows and Spears into the storm.The scent of wet e
Chapter 486: The siege of Genowa(2).
“What I thought was just a civil war… and now it has become an invasion,” Welvard thought as he hovered forward through the storm, rain lashing against his armor, lightning flickering across his silhouette like a ghost of thunder.With a sharp motion of his hand, two spears shot forward — not thrown, but launched by the force of his will.They streaked through the night like twin bolts of blue fire.As they flew, his martial aura wrapped around them, coating them in crackling threads of dark-blue energy that twisted and hissed in the rain, making the spears hum as though alive.The incoming boulders — two massive globes of compacted earth almost the size of small houses — came rolling through the air with terrifying force, trailing sparks and clods of mud.Welvard clenched his fist.“It’s pitiful… embarrassing… how easily people sell each other for profit, never caring for their own citizens, nor the weak.”BOOOOOM!!!The spears collided with the boulders.Stone exploded outward in vi
Chapter 487: The siege of Genowa(3).
“What consequences you speak of?” Wren said as he lifted his chin slightly, eyes narrowing across the storm-blurred distance at Welvard’s hovering silhouette.The rain hammered down between them, thick and heavy, each drop like a silver nail driven into the earth.“You speak as if we of the Kingdom of Vilnara are afraid of you people.”Welvard’s gaze shifted to him—slowly, deliberately—like someone acknowledging an insect crawling on his boot.No admiration. No curiosity. Not even malice. Only insignificance.“Who are you?” Welvard asked, voice cutting through the rain with effortless sharpness.“I am the third general of the Kingdom of Vilnara, directly under King Evaco Bafrana—the Fourth King of Vilnara.”Wren lifted his chin even more, rain drumming over his armor like steady war-drums.“I am known as General Wren Guinevere of the Deadly Halberd.”His voice rang out above the thunder, powerful and practiced—meant to be heard over the roar of war.And his soldiers responded.The ran
Chapter 488: Truth beneath the Storm.
Back at the Kingdom of Aurelion, Florentis City.Great Sanctuary of Greatness.Midnight approached slowly, dragging long shadows across the colossal sanctuary.The storm raged above, pounding the Sanctuary’s open dome with sheets of cold rain that cascaded down like silver curtains.Lightning flickered across the sky, illuminating thousands of spectators packed beneath canopies of barrier that held the water back.Mist rose from the battlefields tiles, and the ground glittered with rainwater reflecting the glowing symbols engraved into the platforms.The second group of the fifth round had just ended.Mira Dawncrest stood tall beneath the downpour, her robes clinging to her form, her hair soaked but her expression calm as light applauses and murmurs rose from the crowd.Kael Renforth lay unconscious, steam rising from her where she fell.On the opposite side, Iren Booker raised his blood-stained fist, standing over Tyre Vane, whose body was twisted unnaturally—arms trembling, clothes