
Seven years ago, as Elias Hawthorne was preparing to close his herb shop on a peaceful night in Riverbend Hamlet, a small village located on the outskirts of Verdantia, he had to shut early.
Rumors of missing newborns were rampant, and it had been a busy day with many customers.
As he closed the shop, the sound of moving carriages at high speed and horses screaming pierced the night.
A banner flew into his face, bearing the emblem of the notorious Cursed Artificers Guild, which was allied with the missing babies.
Chills ran down his spine as he wondered what they were doing so far east.
After the silence that followed, a blast of light struck, momentarily turning night into day. The magical energy emitted shook the entire Aetheria realm.
Despite his shock, Elias's body moved towards the Silverwater River.
There, he found a white glossy carriage painted in blood, surrounded by a lot of dead bodies and horses.
The river ran red with blood. Among the dead were members of the Cursed Artificers Guild.
Inside the carriage, a woman lay dead, protecting something beneath her stomach.
Nearby were dead mages, seemingly protecting the carriage.
As he ventured further, pondering the source of the light and what had killed the members of the dark guild, Elias heard a baby's cry coming from the carriage he had just passed.
Realizing he hadn't heard it earlier due to shock, he hurried back.
The woman had been protecting a baby boy with brown skin.
It was evident that the dead were his parents, likely of noble blood, judging by the elite mages guarding the carriage.
Alongside the baby, there was something like a magic storage box that looked locked by magic.
Such boxes were rare and not easy to get, and it was small enough to fit in a pocket.
Additionally, the baby was wearing what looked like an enchanted pendant that was radiating weak magic. Elias wrapped the baby along with the box.
His instincts urged him to leave the scene quickly. As a retired mercenary who understood the corruption in the kingdom, he took the baby and left.
The sister from the orphanage located in Mossy Hollow listened skeptically as Elias Hawthorne explained how he found the baby.
However, she had no choice but to take the baby in, especially after feeling the powerful magic a week ago.
Elias couldn't care for the baby, so he left him in her care.
Before leaving, she asked him to give the baby a name, and he named him Oasis, after the desert kingdom of Avaloria, from where his brown skin likely originated.
Two weeks after the incident, news spread of the Divine King holy magic wielder,
Sir Roland Lightbringer from the Holy Cathedral, who single-handedly destroyed the three most powerful dark guilds: the Cursed Artificers, Obsidian Shadows, and Nightshade Assassins.
Since then, Sir Roland was titled "The Divine Avenger," and no dark guilds have been seen, thanks to his example.
When questioned about his presence in the east, far from the Holy Cathedral headquarters in the kingdom of Celestia in the western side of the realm,
Sir Roland explained that he had been tracking the incidents for some time.
The newborns of Celestia were also going missing, leading him to the dark guild from the south of the realm, the Cursed Artificers, rumored to have been seen in the east.
Despite the two kingdoms not being on talking terms, he had no choice but to go there and ended up destroying all the involved guilds, including the other two.
He emphasized , "I am acting in the best interest of mine kingdom and the realm's future."
And he did conclude, declaring, "If aught resembling doth occur again to mine kingdom, the Holy Cathedral shall not tarry in its actions."

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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
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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