All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 461
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The Decision of Sastrawijaya
Rengga nodded slowly, fully understanding the depth of Ratnasari’s concern about her husband’s treasured sword.Elder Wiyasa himself felt an intense curiosity about the strange name Ratnasari had just uttered. After Rengga stepped out of the chamber, the elder turned toward the young woman with a questioning gaze.“You just mentioned the name Hydra. Who is this Hydra?” he asked, his voice calm but filled with interest.Ratnasari’s eyes darted nervously from side to side. She found it almost unbelievable that Elder Wiyasa was unfamiliar with the name. Had Sarwana truly never shared the secret of Hydra with this venerable ascetic?“I hardly know how to explain it, Grandfather,” Ratnasari confessed softly. “But in simple terms, Hydra is the Dragon that dwells within the Dragon Flame Sword. Are you truly unaware of this?”“If I had known, I would not have needed to ask,” the old sage chuckled quietly, his tone light despite the grave subject.
The Heavenly Peak Sect
Sastra Wijaya had clearly weighed every possibility carefully before making the monumental decision to launch an assault on the Sastrajingga Kingdom. For several months he had been contemplating in detail every step that must be taken to smooth the path for his boundless ambition.It was not without reason that he chose Sastrajingga as his target. The Sastrajingga Kingdom was not only the greatest among the surrounding realms—holding dominion over three other kingdoms—but its strength had recently been weakened. The land had just emerged from a devastating war. It was impossible for its economy to recover in merely two months.The number of soldiers had undoubtedly diminished as well. According to the latest intelligence he received from Wisnu, Sastrajingga’s army now counted no more than seven thousand men. Even if the kingdom hurried to recruit more soldiers, their strength would not increase significantly in such a short span of time.Now Sast
The Meaning of Brotherhood
Ratnasari could do nothing but stand frozen in astonishment at the sudden appearance of Elder Mangkubumi. Unlike Arya, who had already sensed the presence of the venerable master of the Heavenly Peak Sect, she was wholly unprepared for the old man’s manifestation.“With the deepest respect, Elder, we both offer our greetings,” Arya said solemnly, bowing his head before the figure who had once saved his very life.Elder Mangkubumi gazed at him for a long while, a faint, knowing smile curving on his lips.Arya felt a certain unease under that stare. Memories stirred—memories of a small village he had passed through after returning from the palace of Swarnabumi.“One day, Prince, you will become the sovereign who unites all the kingdoms of Jawadwipa under a single banner,” Elder Mangkubumi declared. “Every ruler shall recognize your dominion, and all kings will eventually bend their knees in loyalty to you.”Arya shook his head firmly. “No,
Realm of the Dragon God
Ki Mangkubumi walked ahead with calm and steady steps, while Arya and Ratnasari followed closely behind him. The three of them made their way through the stone corridors of the Heavenly Peak Sect until they reached a private chamber—Ki Mangkubumi’s own quarters, a place where only a handful of people had ever been allowed to enter.Once inside, the three sat facing one another. The chamber was simple yet dignified, with shelves of ancient scrolls, a stone table, and faint incense that filled the air with a tranquil fragrance. While waiting for the food to be served, Ki Mangkubumi began explaining to Arya in greater detail about Sanggabhumi, the mysterious youth who had caught the Prince’s attention earlier.“Perhaps one day, if Your Highness truly wishes to meet Sanggabhumi’s father, I shall personally escort you to his distant kingdom,” Ki Mangkubumi concluded, his voice firm yet gentle.Arya, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, asked, “If his fathe
The Sparring Test
The voice of Ki Mangkubumi spread swiftly across the training grounds. Though he spoke softly, the old master of the Heavenly Peak Sect infused his words with profound inner strength, causing his call to echo clearly in the ears of every disciple, no matter how far they were. More than six hundred members—ranging from the novice stage to the lower-middle levels—immediately halted their practice. Two hundred disciples of higher ranks also ceased their movements and began gathering before Ki Mangkubumi, Arya, and Ratnasari. Among them, dozens of the most senior disciples exchanged uncertain glances. Their brows furrowed, their expressions puzzled, for it was highly unusual for their sect leader to interrupt training so abruptly without prior notice. These senior disciples were none other than candidates for future Elders, those who would eventually bear responsibilities directly handed down by Ki Mangkubumi—if they proved th
Anantha Shesa
“Just yesterday, Your Highness spoke the same words,” Ki Mangkubumi began, glancing briefly at Rengga. “In fact, yesterday the Prince even sparred with one of my disciples.”“It seems the Prince wishes to ensure that any official entering the palace circle is truly capable,” Ki Mangkubumi continued, his voice calm but filled with meaning. “He also mentioned that it would be your friend who oversees the selection process.” He smiled gently at Rengga, who looked both surprised and burdened.“Why must it be me, Master?” Rengga asked, confusion shadowing his features. He felt the weight of responsibility pressing down upon him—an entire kingdom hung in the balance.King Dharmalaksana interjected, his voice measured and thoughtful. “Perhaps your martial skills do not yet match those of my son. But he has spoken of your intelligence. Therefore, I believe this selection is not only about physical strength or combat ability, but also about mental acuity and s
The Fall of the King
"Are you sure you are speaking correctly? How could I possibly control my own life? Isn't it the deities who decide a person's fate, their wealth, and even the time of their death?" Arya asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.Ananta Shesa smiled warmly at him. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, barely audible, almost as if carried away by the wind."If humans interpret life from the most limited perspective, then yes, it may seem that way," the white-haired young form of the Dragon God began, pausing for a moment as if weighing his words carefully. "But you should understand that those three things you mentioned—fate, wealth, and death—are not entirely fixed. They can still change, provided certain conditions are met before they fully manifest."He continued, "Take death as an example. While the deities may have already outlined the moment of a person’s death and its cause, the timeline can still be altered through the good deeds performed by humans. A
Proven True
After completing the selection process at The Heavenly Peak sect, Rengga, accompanied by Elder Wiyasa, returned to the Sastrajingga royal palace. With the permission granted by Ki Mangkubumi, one hundred and twenty-five members of The Heavenly Peak sect who had passed the selection also accompanied them back to the city of Sastrajingga, joining the journey to the royal capital.Meanwhile, Arya’s efforts to unite the four elements within his body faced considerable difficulties. Until now, he had become accustomed to the fire element, which had accompanied him since he first arrived in the Panguripan Valley. Naturally, he now had to adapt to three additional elements, each with its own unique characteristics and energies.The real challenge, however, was the limited time available. If Arya failed to merge all four elements in the next few days, it was certain that his body would be trapped forever within the Dragon God’s realm.Ananta Shesa, who had be
The Explanation of the Four Elements Sword
When the report arrived that the lifeless body of King Dharmalaksana was found hanging from a tree, Rengga’s fingers curled into a tight fist. His jaw locked, and a surge of unrestrained anger rose from the depths of his chest.“Barbaric! They are beyond forgiveness!” he roared, his voice trembling with fury.On the other hand, Elder Wiyasa, though his heart was equally shaken, still managed to contain his emotions. His face bore the calmness that came with age, though deep inside his chest the waves of sorrow struck endlessly. That control could be understood; years of wisdom and long life had tempered his soul.“Hold your temper, Rengga. For now, let us bring His Majesty’s body back to the palace first,” Elder Wiyasa spoke with measured tone, though his voice carried the weight of grief.Rengga’s gaze turned toward Elder Wiyasa. The elder’s face radiated serenity, almost like a lantern in the middle of storm. Rengga inhaled deeply, forcing the suffocating tightness in his chest to e
The Sword of Light
After carefully tucking the sacred scripture given by Ananta Shesa back into the folds of his robe, Arya slowly made his way toward the mouth of the cave.The days he had spent inside the cave had been stifling and suffocating, the air thick and heavy as though pressing down on his chest. But now, stepping closer to the entrance, he finally tasted the freshness of open air again. The breeze swept gently into his nostrils and down into his lungs, and he exhaled with relief, as though each breath carried away the exhaustion of his training.That afternoon, the sky stretched wide and unblemished. Not a single cloud dared to gather, leaving the sun to pour its golden brilliance upon the land. Arya paused at the threshold of the cave, casting a lingering glance at the surrounding forest. Strangely, there was no sign of any disciple from the Sacred Peak Sect in sight—no one he could call to ask a question or exchange a word.A long, steady sigh escaped him, as if letting go of the weight st