All Chapters of Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery: Chapter 571
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Chapter 569: The Crown of Thorns and Silk: The Empress Reborn.
Lukan looked at the artifacts, utterly amazed.Even without reaching out with his divine sense, he could tell—no, feel—that these were not ordinary high-grade artifacts.Each one floated with perfect balance, their auras smooth, refined, and complete.There were no rough edges in their mana flow, no instability, no forced amplification.They were flawless creations, the kind that only emerged when craftsmanship, materials, and intent aligned perfectly.They did not scream for attention.They commanded it.Each artifact radiated quiet authority, like seasoned warriors standing still yet ready, their strength contained but undeniable.Lukan’s eyes moved slowly from one to another, his breath steady, his heart beating with restrained excitement.Even the crowd could not remain composed.Gasps rose in waves.Many stood up unconsciously, necks craning, eyes burning with desire and admiration.Some cultivators clenched their fists, others swallowed hard.Merchants licked dry lips, instincti
Chapter 570: The Facade of Will and The Empress’s Restoration.
“I thought she would be a bit traumatized… or at least in a bad mood for some time after that fight with that Oasis kid,” Eclipse thought as his gaze rested on Elanor, who knelt gracefully before the stage.“But it seems there is nothing to worry about.”His eyes narrowed slightly, not with suspicion, but with the sharp perception of a father who knew his child better than anyone else.“But one thing is certain,” his thoughts continued, slower now, more grounded.“It might not be obvious to others, but she is carrying her body purely with sheer will.She is physically drained. Most might not see it—but I can. She is my daughter, after all.”A subtle warmth spread through his chest.“And I’m proud of the way she’s handling herself.”Then irritation crept in, uninvited.“But I wonder… how could Amon conclude that the ceremony would take place only thirty minutes after witnessing my daughter collapse unconscious—almost dying?Did he simply assume she would be able to attend after just th
Chapter 571: The Fan of Sovereignty: A Saint’s Hand.
“Essence-Sucking Leech…”Theodore Kaizen mused, his hands folded where he sat in line among the great names.A cold shiver traced its way down his spine as his gaze remained locked on the pulsing, predatory core resting within the opened box.The crimson light within it throbbed slowly, like a living heart, each pulse sending faint ripples of beastly intent into the surrounding air.“To even lay eyes on such a creature in the wild is a death sentence,” Theodore continued quietly, his voice low yet heavy with certainty.“By the time a cultivator notices that translucent, vein-streaked body—barely the size of a human forearm at first, yet capable of expanding tenfold—their vitality is already being siphoned through the air itself.”His eyes narrowed, memories and records flashing through his mind.“Accounts of these horrors are written in the marrow of the dead.Mummified corpses—dried husks—found deep within the damp, mana-saturated caverns of the Forsaken Marshes, where light never to
Chapter 572: The Disruption of Fate.
The regal presence was unmatched.Despite her having been there all this time—despite everyone having already seen her descend toward the stage—it was suddenly, painfully evident that seeing Lady Marcellia Valmorra was never enough.Her presence was something that refused to settle into familiarity.The crowd could not grow used to it.The air itself seemed unwilling to accept her as merely another figure standing upon the stage.It was a strange, paradoxical sensation that washed over everyone present.Safety—and danger—intertwined.It felt as though the world itself acknowledged her authority while simultaneously recoiling from it.Like standing beneath an ancient sky: comforting in its vastness, terrifying in its indifference.Her figure stood calm and elegant, yet the space around her bent subtly, as though reality itself made room for her existence.Her posture was relaxed, her expression composed, but the authority she radiated was absolute—silent, crushing, undeniable.Among th
Chapter 573: The Gilded Anchor: Shifts in the Phantom Realm.
“Did Eclipse perhaps bathe in the Spring of Eternal Luck?”Ryu Pogoda thought as he sat among the opposite line of great names, his back straight, hands resting calmly on the armrests of his seat.“What an honor… what a privilege for his daughter to receive such a declaration.”From this angle, he could see Eclipse Bal clearly—still standing where Lady Marcellia had dismissed him,The two men momentarily aligned in parallel lines across the stage,Both pillars of the Phantom Petal Region, both bearing decades of authority and weight.Then Eclipse started moving towards his seat, his back straight, his steps measured.To the untrained eye, Eclipse looked composed—every bit the dignified patriarch of the Bal family.But to Ryu, who had known him for decades, the truth was obvious.Shock still clung to him like a lingering echo.“With a single declaration,” Ryu continued inwardly, “the balance has shifted. The Bal family’s rank will definitely change now.We’ve been one of the Four Pilla
Chapter 574: The Unyielding Peak: The King Who Does Not Kneel.
“I thought I had to give her the stage so she could offer words of wisdom and enlightenment to young Lady Elanor,”Amon thought as he took a few measured steps across the stage, his robes swaying lightly with each movement.“After all, she is a woman—perhaps she would relate better coming from another woman.”His gaze flickered briefly toward Lady Marcellia, who now sat composed and unbothered, her presence still pressing invisibly against the air.“But to think she would pull such a move…” Amon continued inwardly, a trace of disbelief still lingering.“To outright claim her as her disciple—this truly caught me off guard.”A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.“Still… it is good. Good for the Bal family. Good for Elanor.”His eyes drifted back toward the center of the stage, where moments ago Elanor had stood.“And without a doubt,” he mused, “in a few decades, Elanor will become a blade most would not even dare to look at—let alone see its edge pointed in their direction.”
Chapter 575: The Primordial Shift: Rewriting the Laws of Distance.
Few moments earlier—while Elanor’s awarding was still unfolding on the grand stage—Within the inner chambers of the Grand Sanctuary, Oasis sat alone in a resting room, his body folded into a calm meditative stance.The room itself was quiet, insulated from the roar of the crowd by layered enchantments.Soft spiritual lamps illuminated the polished stone walls,and before him hovered an enchanted glass panel—its surface rippling faintly as it reflected everything happening on the stage outside in perfect clarity.Oasis’s eyes were half-lidded, focused not on the spectacle, but on the flow of energy within and around himself.“At first,” Oasis thought calmly, “I was using it through the principle of Wind Shift that Master Elias taught me.”A faint current stirred around his seated form, responding to the echo of that thought.“But after gaining his wisdom… and studying his life journal,” Oasis continued inwardly, “I found ways to utilize it at a far more advanced rate.”His spiritual s
Chapter 576: The Mirror of Terminal Resolve.
“mmh… fascinating.” Oasis’s thoughts moved like still water beneath ice.“By normal standards, what this elder—who is always in my case—is saying… is plausible.Wielding a saint artifact, especially one that imprints itself into your body, is not an easy fit to do.”His gaze remained calm, yet his mind slid, naturally, to the one artifact that had never once felt heavy on him.“My Phoenix Claw Pendant… is a heavenly grade artifact,” Oasis thought, “yet I don’t remember having a problem with it.”A faint pause.“Or was it because I’ve always had it with me—ever since I could remember? As if it was simply… always around my neck.”His fingers didn’t move, but the memory of that pendant’s familiar weight was so vivid it might as well have been in his palm.“But what if it’s easier for me?” he wondered, eyes narrowing by a fraction. “What if my body just… accepts things like that?”Then another thought followed—practical, unbothered, and faintly amused.“So I think I should just go with th
Chapter 577: The Mirror of Terminal Resolve(2).
A cold thread slid through the air.“If you are not careful,” Amon said, “the earrings will begin to treat your life force as fuel for that final discharge.”Amon’s gaze hardened.“If you draw upon that power without a heart of absolute, unshakeable resolve…”He leaned forward slightly.“The lightning will not flow outward toward your enemy.”“It will turn inward.”A ripple of discomfort passed through the great names.“Sensing a ‘false martyr,’” Amon continued, voice quiet now. “It will destabilize within your meridians.”“It will judge your will.”“And if it finds even a shred of cowardice,” Amon said, “or even a moment of hesitation while the Loop is active…”His eyes sharpened like a drawn blade.“It will fry your mana veins instantly.”Silence.Not even a breath dared to sound loud.“It is an artifact that demands you walk the edge of the grave,” Amon said, “without ever flinching.”Amon leaned closer, voice thinning to a thread.“And you must beware of the Essence of Chosen Deat
Chapter 578: The Call of the Unseen Heir.
“That is one hell of a dangerous artifact there…”Balton Booker’s thoughts churned quietly among the great names, his arms folded within his sleeves as his gaze lingered on the wooden box now resting in Oasis’s hands.His eyes narrowed—not in fear, but in measured judgment, the kind only a seasoned cultivator with decades of accumulated experience could possess.“In my family,” Balton mused internally, “we have about ten saint-grade artifacts. Among those, I personally own only one. The rest belong to the family elders and venerables.”His eyes shifted faintly, memories surfacing.“The venerables might not entirely be blood members of our family,” he continued in thought, “but their artifacts are stored within our vaults all the same.They are counted as part of our lineage, because when one of them falls, their artifact remains behind.”A faint exhale escaped him.“That is how legacy is preserved.”Balton’s gaze sharpened.“And even so,” he thought, “I have never seen an artifact wit