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Chapter 336: Grand Elder Ruyel.
The city of Pyrocliff was painted in the vibrant hues of flame and dusk. Crimson and burnt-orange trees lined the broad streets, their leaves fluttering gently in the warm breeze.The stone roads shimmered faintly from the heat stored in them, and streaks of golden sunlight pierced through the foliage, casting dancing shadows across merchant stalls and alchemical shops.The air smelled faintly of potions, firewood, and smoke – a scent unique to Pyrocliff, the City of the Burning Hearth.Shiye took in the lively surroundings with wide eyes. He turned slowly in place, as though the beauty of the city had just registered for the first time.“Mmhh... This city is beautiful. I didn’t realize much last night,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.Then, with a curious glance at Oasis and Venak walking ahead of him, he added, “So... you're an Elder now. It’s still weird, isn’t it, Venak?”“Shut up,” Oasis and Venak said in perfect unison.Shiye blinked, startled by the synchronized retort.
Chapter 335: Rise of the Eighth Elder.
The next morning dawned with the eruption of two monumental headlines spreading like wildfire across Verdantia and its neighboring kingdoms.First—the collapse of the Ice Wall of Glacia. Its sudden disappearance echoed across cities, towns, and villages like the toll of a war drum.Most had gone to bed with whispered speculations. Now they awoke to confirmations.Second—just as shocking—the appointment of Oasis Volacris as the Eighth Elder of Lunaris, making him the youngest elder in the region’s long and storied history.Taverns, inns, market stalls, fishing hubs, and hunter outposts buzzed with disbelief and exhilaration.News passed from lips to ears like an energetic game of tag. Curiosity, awe, and a sense of hope threaded through each mention.The collapse of the Ice Wall was taken as an omen—the return of Glacia, the missing major force of Verdantia.To friend and foe alike, the message was clear: those who had thought to take advantage of Glacia's silence might now reconsider.
Chapter 334: Glacia Unsealed - Echoes of Ice and Bloodline Truths.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!!The deafening explosion ruptured the very air itself, echoing like the roar of ancient giants across Verdantia.The monumental ice wall, an arcane miracle stretching nearly 300 square kilometers, once encasing the entirety of Glacia — shattered without warning.As the golden sun of Verdantia dipped behind the horizon, its final rays shimmered against the colossal wall before it fractured like glass under divine judgment.But no shards fell.Instead, the fragments disintegrated into pure manacules, scattering into the atmosphere as shimmering particles of bluish-white light.Like snowfall in reverse, they ascended skyward — glistening and dancing as they gently returned to every citizen and cultivator sealed within.Across the icy capital, bodies that had long remained in a comatose stillness began to stir.Some gasped awake, clutching their chests.Others remained in slumber, their mana slowly re-stitching their fractured life forces.No one was in critical condition —
Chapter 333: Eighth Elder of Lunaris.
Lunaris — Moonshade City — Lunaris Sect: Moonshade BranchThe great chamber hall of the Moonshade branch modified was carved into the crescent-shaped mountain overlooking the silver lake of Natsuri that intersect with the moonshade canal.Grand obsidian pillars lined the circular chamber, etched with runes of that shimmered faintly under just the smallest darkness just a shadow.At the heart of this sanctum, a grand circular table of starlit jade stretched wide, surrounded by thirty-eight high-backed seats—each reserved for powerhouses who shaped the will of Lunaris.Present were all the key pillars of the realm:Sect Leader Conri Bluemoon, calm and ever-imposing in Dark-embroidered robes;Vice Leader Tyron, sharp-eyed with a wiry presence and a voice that cut like tempered steel;Amaroq Bluemoon, the silent storm, arms crossed with an amused gleam in his blue eyes;Sythra Bluemoon, her grace equally matched by a deadly aura that silenced lesser cultivators;The Seven Elders of Lunari
Chapter 332: Celestial Freeze collapse.
After parting ways with Elder Cravon Molti and sharing of profound magical insight and cultivation, the trio departed from Molten Rock City.Their flight was swift—Vesta soared across the skies in her majestic eagle form, her enormous cyan-feathered wings slicing through the wind with near-divine elegance.The sun above Ignis Vale blazed mercilessly, casting long shadows across the crimson ridgelines and volcanic plains far below.The air shimmered with heat, and beneath them, the land writhed with molten rivers and fire-born valleys that defined this part of Verdantia.The view was a spectacle: a searing sun emblazoned the heavens, bathing the world in golden flame.Clouds twisted like smoke trails from a great dragon’s breath, and the wind carried hints of sulfur, ash, and something far older—primordial.As Vesta glided effortlessly across this furnace of a sky, Oasis’s eyes slowly drifted south-westward.His gaze sharpened, azure iris glowing faintly as if they were drawing in invi
Chapter 331: Molten Rock(2).
“But if perhaps Elder wants some insight that might help with your comprehension,” Oasis said, his voice calm and respectful, “Elder can demonstrate one of your spells… or how you wield your magic.”As he spoke, his eyes shifted—briefly glowing with a piercing azure hue.It wasn’t a glow born of force, but rather of deep perception, like the sea opening its veil for a moment to show a glimpse of something ancient and boundless.A ripple of calm spiritual pressure extended outward for only a breath before vanishing.Elder Cravon noticed.He took a slow sip from his mug, the steam curling under his nose—but his thoughts were not on the tea.“So calm,” Cravon mused internally. “As if he didn’t just drop that massive news… If word got out that one of the Phoenix Clan is just roaming around like this… wouldn’t that draw danger toward him? Or… perhaps he doesn’t care. Or maybe… he trusts that I won’t share it.”The old mage let out a soft sigh through his nose, quietly grounding himself.He
