The gentle sound of the Silverwater River echoed through the tranquil hamlet of Riverbend as the morning sun cast its golden rays upon the sleepy village.
The river's surface shimmered with the soft light, its gentle currents weaving a mesmerizing dance as they flowed towards the distant horizon.
Nestled on the banks of the Silverwater River.
Riverbend Hamlet was a quaint and picturesque village, its rustic charm accentuated by the natural beauty that surrounded it.
Wooden cottages with thatched roofs lined the cobblestone streets, their colorful flower gardens blooming with vibrant hues.
The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the nearby forest.
Birds chirped merrily in the trees, their cheerful melodies adding to the peaceful ambiance of the hamlet.
Sir Elias Hawthorne stirred from his slumber in his cozy abode on the outskirts of the village.
The morning sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow upon the wooden beams of his home.
Beside him, Oasis lay sleeping soundly, his breathing steady and peaceful.
With a soft sigh, Sir Elias rose from his bed and made his way to the window, gazing out at the tranquil scene unfolding before him.
The village was beginning to stir to life, villagers going about their daily routines with a sense of quiet contentment.
As Sir Elias watched the hustle and bustle of the hamlet below, a sense of anticipation stirred within him.
Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in Oasis's journey, and Sir Elias was determined to make it count.
With a sense of purpose, Sir Elias set about preparing for the day ahead.
He gathered his belongings and roused Oasis from his slumber, gently shaking him awake.
"Rise and shine, young Oasis," Sir Elias called out with a warm smile. "We have a journey ahead of us, and it's time to get moving."
As Oasis blinked away the remnants of sleep and stretched his limbs, Sir Elias continued,
"By the time you're fully awake, I've already packed our supplies. We're setting out on a new adventure today."
Confusion flickered in Oasis's eyes as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"But I thought we were supposed to start training today," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Don't worry, my boy," Sir Elias reassured him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"Our training is about to get much more serious. In fact, it's about to become a journey of its own."
As Oasis processed Sir Elias's words, a sense of excitement began to bubble within him.
"Where are we going?" he asked eagerly, anticipation shining in his eyes.
Sir Elias chuckled softly, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his gaze.
"Ah, now that's a surprise," he replied cryptically.
"But first, we have a stop to make before we begin our training in earnest."
As Sir Elias and Oasis stepped out onto the bustling streets of Riverbend Hamlet.
They were greeted by the warm morning sun and the cheerful hustle and bustle of the villagers going about their daily routines.
Passing by the wooden cottages and colorful flower gardens, they exchanged greetings with familiar faces along the way.
The baker waved from his shop doorway.
The aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, while the blacksmith nodded in acknowledgment as he hammered away at his latest creation.
Near the edge of the village, they encountered the fisherman who had found Oasis unconscious by the riverbank not long ago.
He approached with a broad smile, gratitude shining in his eyes as he clasped Oasis's hand in a firm handshake.
"I'm glad to see you up and about, lad," the fisherman said warmly. "You had us worried there for a moment. But it looks like you're back to your old self again."
Oasis returned the fisherman's smile, gratitude flooding his heart for the kindness and concern shown by the villagers.
"Thank you," he replied earnestly. "I'm feeling much better now, thanks to your timely help."
As they continued on their way, they passed through the bustling market square, where vendors hawked their wares and villagers gathered to socialize and barter for goods.
One of the villagers, a kind-hearted woman with a basket of fresh produce, approached Oasis with a warm smile.
"Good morning, young lad," she greeted him cheerfully.
"I heard you're setting off on a journey today. Here, take some fruits and bread for the road."
"It's not much, but it'll keep you fueled and nourished on your travels."
Oasis accepted her offering with gratitude, touched by her generosity.
"Thank you so much," he said sincerely. "This means a lot to me."
As they bid farewell to the villagers and made their way out of Riverbend Hamlet.
Sir Elias couldn't help but reflect on the sense of community and camaraderie that permeated the small village.
It was a place where neighbors looked out for one another, where kindness and compassion were woven into the fabric of everyday life.
The memory of receiving the news about the upcoming Whispering Exam flooded Sir Elias's mind.
It had been just the night before, as they entered their abode and prepared for rest after his moment with Oasis by the river bank.
As they settled in, one of the villagers had approached them with urgency, delivering the news about the exam that would take place in nine months' time.
Sir Elias had listened intently, his mind already racing with thoughts of how this would impact Oasis's training.
Now, as they walked along the familiar paths leading out of the hamlet, Sir Elias couldn't shake the weight of responsibility that settled upon his shoulders.
The upcoming exam meant that Oasis's training would need to be intensified, his skills honed to perfection in preparation for the challenges that lay ahead.
"I must take Oasis's training more seriously," Sir Elias muttered to himself, his voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the trees.
"If he is to participate in the Whispering Exam, he needs to be prepared for anything. By the time the exam starts, Oasis would already be 8."
Oasis glanced up at Sir Elias, sensing the gravity of his words. "Is everything alright, Sir Elias?" he asked, concern etched into his features.
Sir Elias nodded, a determined expression crossing his face.
"Yes, everything is fine, Oasis," he replied, his tone firm.
"But from now on, your training will become more focused and rigorous. We have a goal to work towards, and I intend to see you reach it."

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“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
Chapter 330: Molten Rock.
Molten Rock City – Elder Cravon's ManorNestled on a glowing hillside of black volcanic stone, Elder Cravon’s manor stood proudly against the searing winds of Molten Rock City.The estate was a rare blend of nature and fire-forged elegance. The perimeter bloomed with radiant orange and crimson herbs, their edges pulsing gently with fire mana.These rare plants weren’t just ornamental—each one absorbed ambient fire energy, stabilizing the surrounding mana flow.Ember-leafed trees cast dancing shadows, and patches of green grasses sparkled faintly under the sun, each strand attuned to fire affinity.Inside the manor, within a stately chamber adorned with charred-wood panels and glowing crystal sconces, a massive obsidian dining table dominated the room.At it sat Oasis Volacris and his retainers—Du Shiye and Venak Zephyrine—devouring their meal like wolves fresh from battle.The roasted meats, steaming dumplings, and fire-spiced broths vanished rapidly before them, startling the manor’s
Chapter 329: Colen of the Rotten Tales.
The Aftershock of LightFor the rest of the night, until the first light of dawn kissed the edge of the Ignis Vale horizon, no soul who witnessed the blinding light from Oasis’s spell found sleep.Fear and awe gripped the hearts of warriors, merchants, cultivators, and commoners alike.The heavens had been torn open—at least, that’s how it felt.Those who had seen it with their own eyes whispered tales in hushed voices, while those who slept through it awoke to absurd rumors that danced between divinity and madness.A Roadside Inn, Ignis Vale—Black Magma VicinityIn a smoky roadside inn where the scent of roasted lamb clung to the rafters and the floor creaked with the weight of too many boots, a skinny man stood atop a wobbly oak table.His straw sandals were frayed.His conical hat sagged at the tip.And tucked into the sash at his waist, a chipped wooden gourd sloshed with local rice wine.A chewed twig hung from the corner of his lip, bobbing with every exaggerated word he spoke.
Chapter 328: What… did I just witness?
In the dead of night—A night that, for an instant, had turned to day beneath Oasis’s radiance.Across a hundred-kilometer radius, mystic beasts howled.Cultivators seated in deep meditation stirred, their eyes snapping open in stunned silence.They felt it—the martial aura in the sky—vast, ancient, and consuming.Even those mid-breakthrough faltered, distracted by the sudden shift in the heavens.From the fortress garrisons of Ignis Vale to the guarded walls of cities, towns, and distant border villages under the Black Magma City territories, soldiers stopped.Patrolling guards froze where they stood. Their eyes tilted skyward as a light—emerald and cyan—bathed the earth.A hot breeze brushed past, paradoxically calming despite its fire-born origin.An elder pouring night tea paused, teapot tilted.The cup below overflowed unnoticed.The tranquil breeze had become sacred, the stars forgotten under Oasis’s conjured dawn.In roadside inns, candle-lit and brimming with laughter, mid-con
Chapter 327: Nirvana Ascension.
Each of the seven standing atop the earth pillars—Protected by Oasis—stared with wide eyes, hearts pounding as a warm, radiant dome of energy enveloped them.The malevolent, leeching tendrils of cursed mana that had been creeping toward them from Rex's floating spell were now halted, dissipating harmlessly against the Cyan-blue shell that shimmered with phoenix-like feathers of light.For a brief moment in the eye of devastation, relief washed over their bodies like a sacred tide.The air was no longer thick with decay, but filled with calm, like standing beneath a protective sun in a still world.Venak and Du Shiye exchanged knowing glances—they had seen this before.Oasis's barrier magic, subtle yet celestial, wasn't merely defensive; it soothed the soul, repelling even unnatural corruption.While they braced themselves with resolve, the other five had no such reference point.Murmurs erupted, soft at first, then incredulous."What is this…? barrier magic?"“What kind of barrier is
Chapter 326: Primordial Suppression.
“Dragon Ascension – First Form.”Oasis’s voice rang like the toll of a divine bell, and in the next instant, the world around him shifted.A wave of oppressive mana erupted from his body like a breaking dam, rippling through the battlefield with devastating pressure. The very air trembled. Gravity twisted unnaturally, and the battlefield sank under the invisible weight. Rocks cracked and the atmosphere became denser, as if the heavens themselves were bending toward Oasis in acknowledgment—or fear.His pupils contracted into vertical slits, glowing brighter, icy azure becoming molten light. Slowly, his dark hair began to shimmer, the strands shifting from shadowy black to deep emerald, each one edged in glowing cyan that pulsed with life. Energy arced from his body in sharp, controlled bursts like wild lightning trying to escape.Then came the horns.Two elegant, cyan-colored horns curled forward from his forehead, not brutish or jagged, but regal—divine. His fingers twisted into
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