SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 719 : Churning The Dark Sea Again!
The Eternal Musical Hall floated through the sky. The dark clouds were creating a serene atmosphere within golden chambers.
Kent sat cross-legged in the central hall, surrounded by his companions and pets.
Jean and Gunji Zing sat to his left, listening intently, while Fatty Ben and Mohini were sprawled on cushions, looking at him with curiosity.
The baby dragon, Sparky, darted around the room, its excitement uncontainable as it hopped onto Kavi, the fire Kirin, and then leapt toward Jabil, the serpent beast. Ruby, the phoenix lady, watched the scene unfold with a calm smile.
Kent took a deep breath. "We have fifteen days left here in the spirit world," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the grand chamber. "Once those days are over, we'll be transferred back to the Nine Realms. This means we have very little time left on this world."
Jean tilted her head, concern etched on her face. "So what do you have in mind? Are we heading into any specific place?"
Gunji Zing leaned forward. "But, what about me? I belong to this world. Is there a way, I can come with you?"
All eyes turned towards Gunji.
Kent raised a hand to calm them. "Don't worry, Gunji can come with us. Also, I've decided to use the remaining time wisely. We'll move the Eternal Musical Hall to Meru Mountain and focus on evolving Sparky."
Everyone clapped with a surprised cry.
The Sparky let out an excited roar, fluttering its tiny wings as it dashed around the room. Its joy was infectious, bringing smiles to the otherwise tense group.
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Fatty Ben grinned and said, "Finally! A break from all this madness. If Sparky evolves, it'll be the most powerful dragon in the Nine Realms."
Jean nodded. "You've been holding onto that golden feather for so long, Kent. It's time we use it."
"Letting Sparky evolve here, in the spirit world, will allow it to absorb the natural essences that it won't find in the Nine Realms." Phoenix lady Ruby added with a smile.
Kent smiled as he watched his companions. "Exactly. We'll burn the golden feather in the divine alchemy flames and ensure Sparky gets everything it needs for the evolution. Let's work together and make this happen."
As everyone agreed, Sparky leapt onto Kent's shoulder, nuzzling him with glee. "Looks like someone's happy," Gunji Zing said with a chuckle.
The room filled with laughter and light conversation, a moment of peace amidst the storm they all knew awaited them.
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DARK SEA…
Meanwhile, far away at the dark sea, a storm brewed unlike any before it. The demons, led by Phillip Quinn, gathered once more at the abyssal mountain.
The sea churned violently, as if recoiling from the twisted energies Phillip and his army were summoning.
Phillip stood at the edge of the mountain, his crimson cloak billowing in the fierce winds. His eyes gleamed with unholy determination as he held a black vial in his hand. The liquid inside shimmered with an eerie light, a gift from the Forbidden Goddess of Death and Destruction.
Beside him, his top commanders bowed low, awaiting his command.
"Today," Phillip began, his voice echoing above the roaring sea, "we achieve what no demon emperor before us has managed. Today, we claim the abyssal essence, and with it, I ascend to power no one can rival!"
The demons roared in unison, their voices shaking the air. Phillip raised the vial high and poured its contents into the dark waters below. The sea hissed and bubbled as the essence merged with the abyssal mountain, dark tendrils of energy snaking upward.
"Chain the mountain!" Phillip bellowed. "Let no force disrupt us this time."
Massive serpent beasts, their bodies coiled like chains, were bound to the abyssal mountain. Their eyes glowed with primal fury as they pulled and twisted, their immense strength churning the sea with relentless power.
The demons formed a massive formation around the mountain, chanting dark incantations to stabilize the process.
One of Phillip's commanders approached him cautiously. "Your Majesty, the gods have not intervened this time. Do you think they set any trap for us…?"
Phillip smirked, cutting him off. "The gods are weak, divided by their own petty ambitions. They can't stop us now. Continue the ritual."
For hours, the sea writhed and churned under the relentless assault. The water grew darker, the air heavier with the stench of corruption. Despite the mounting tension, Phillip remained calm, his eyes fixed on the abyssal mountain.
As the night deepened, the dark sea grew eerily silent. The demons paused, their chants fading as they stared at the mountain.
Suddenly, a low rumble shook the ground, followed by a blinding crimson light erupting from the mountain's base.
"It's happening!" Phillip shouted, his voice tinged with triumph. "Prepare yourselves!"
The crimson light coalesced into a thick, bubbling liquid that began to rise from the mountain. The abyssal essence, a substance of pure power and malevolence, had finally emerged. It oozed upward, defying gravity, glowing with an intensity that made the demons shield their eyes.
Phillip stepped forward, his face lit with an unholy glow. "Behold!" he cried, lifting a large black bowl inscribed with demonic runes. "The essence is ours!"
The essence flowed into the bowl, its surface rippling like liquid fire. Phillip held it high above his head, his laughter echoing across the dark sea.
"We have done it!" he declared. "With this, I will surpass all who came before me. The gods themselves will tremble before the power of the abyssal essence!"
The demons erupted into cheers, their voices a chaotic symphony of triumph. But as Phillip stood victorious, the dark sea began to churn again, more violently than before. The waters glowed red, and the winds howled with an otherworldly fury.
Phillip's laughter continued, unfazed by the ominous signs. "Let it rage!" he shouted. "This sea is mine to command now!"
Some of the commanders tried to capture the essence. But Phillip ruthlessly killed them on spot.
"The abyssal essence only belong to me… to me only. Do you understand?"
