Adrian’s head throbbed with a violent, rhythmic ache as the morning sunlight pierced through the window. He pushed himself up, grinning as he rubbed his temples. He remembered the meditation chamber. He remembered the flames, the scythe, the triumph of hitting the seventh level. But after Thomas told him to wash up? After dark? Nothing. Just a blurred, static haze and the foul taste of blood in his mouth. A Qi deviation. He must have pushed his new core too hard and blacked out, that was the only explanation to this sudden memory loss. But if it was just exhaustion, why did his stomach twist with a rather suffocating dread?His vision was blurred for a while as he dodged the blinding light sipping from the window, rolling over to the other side of the bed.Yuki was by his side, moving around in circles, swaying her tales and whining endlessly.“What's the matter?” Adrian raised an eyebrow at the white beast, but her response was rather dazzling.“You can't attend the ceremony!” Yuk

The eerie chanting intensified as the flames burned fiercely on Adrian's skin. The extraction process was gruesome and a torture for both Adrian who was almost in pieces and the poor old elders who had been pouring out their energy for nearly an hour.The horrified crowd watched in fear as they drained the life force out of the powerless boy. Some thought it was a cowardice behavior, while some felt it was simply service to the realm and for the good of the realm.Adrian's skin fell off like bread crumbs, piece by piece, as if about to dissipate into the air. But deep inside him was a fiery flame, slowly picking up the pace and gathering momentum, warming up to explode. He stared into the crowd, his eyes fixed on Thomas who simply smiled with an evil grin and cheered with a bottle of wine in hand.Slowly, Adrian raised his head up, his strength finding its place back to him but in a thousand fold this time. The ground and walls shook violently as a loud roar from nowhere struck the wh

The smell of medicine and herbs filled the air. The cold and tiny pricks from the needles on his skin and the hushed mutterings from the healers standing over him were barely noticeable to the weakened Adrian.His breath was ragged as he struggled on the bed, panting unconsciously as he was being observed. The endless dreams were taking a toll on him and draining him off his energy.His veins glowed with a golden hue making it even more difficult for the healers. The Supreme Beast Sovereign Physique was trying to heal him, but it was a slow process, a tormenting one.The endless scribbles of pens on notes from the healers filled the air and disturbed the silence of the room.The door flung open all of sudden and Elder White walked in, her face grim.“What's the progress report now?” She asked, her voice stern and her brows raised.One of them handed a note to her and took a bow with a low whisper.“Your Grace.”She ran her eyes through it, and nodded softly, her eyes narrowed at the c