Book 7: Chapter 6 – True Overlord

  In the depths of the ominous Forest of Darkness, outside the imposing bck metallic castle belonging to Lord Beirut, the invincible mortal – Aiden Rohault – stood before a myriad of powerful saints, each of whom could be said to stand at the peak of their ti, with an enigmatic smile, his eyes fixed on the mysterious young woman that had captured the attention of all those present.

  "You should be Yunaia Qingya, right?" Aiden's voice carried a tone of familiarity. "Lord Beirut already told me about your entering."

  The mention of the name "Qingya" sent ripples of surprise through the assembly of experts who had gathered here.

  Until now, the only Qingya anyone knew of was Aiden's wife, Arianna. The revetion that there were more living desdants of this renowned family piqued their i. Even Ad his group couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this revetion.

  Beirut had hi the presence of other Qingyas, but the speed at which they had entered one of them surprised them all. However, they now uood where this woman’s ce to ehe ruins stemmed from.

  If there was a lih the ability to ehe formidable trials of the Necropolis of the Gods as a mortal, it was those of the Qingya family.

  "Lord Beirut stated that my grandmother and I would be permitted to return as long as I reach the 12th floor,” Yunaia Qingya's gaze remained indifferent as she coolly replied. “Is that still the case?"

  Aiden nodded, aowledging her inquiry. "Indeed, it is."

  With a serene demeanour, Yunaia drew a flexible long sword from her side, a on that seemed to resoh the air around her. She faced Aiden, the master who would evaluate her worthio venture further into the Necropolis of the Gods, with calm and unwavering eyes. “Let’s begin!”

  Aiden fshed an approving smile upon seeing that before turning to address the others. His voice resonated with authority as he began to expin. "This marks the first time the Necropolis of the Gods has opes doors to mortals. However, for a mortal to gairy, they must demonstrate a minimum level of power – a strength equivalent to that of an expert at the early stages of the saint realm."

  As Aiden spoke, he summoned a rge humanoid Deathgod golem from his interspatial ring, a lifeless puppet crafted with the strength of a weak early-stage saint. This inanimate colossus represehe threshold that Yunaia, as a mortal, o surpass.

  "The challenge is simple," Aiden tinued, "to enter, you must have the ability to knock down this puppet."

  With the signal given, the lifeless puppet charged forward, dispying a speed that far exceeded that of what a mortal should be capable of. Yet, Yunaia remained unwavering, her focus unbroken. With a graceful motion, she gently waved her sword.

  In an instant, the puppet was sent hurtling away, its massive frame crashing into the walls of the metallic lifeform. What astohose present wasn't just the ease with which she overcame this obstacle but the enigmatiergy that had apanied her strike.

  ‘That energy…’ Ace thought to himself as he repyed the se of Yunaia’s attack over and ain in his mind.

  Like everyone else, Ace couldn't help but notice the eerie, bckish-blue energy that seemed to emanate from her sword. It bore a curious resembo both darkness and water elemental energy…

  Ace was well aware that individuals could harness multiple elements and evehem in tandem.

  Olivier's use of both light and darkness elemental battle-qi during their previous enter was a testament to this.

  However, Yunaia's attack appeared to be more than a mere addition; it was as if both elements had genuinely fused, a feat that, by all is and purposes, should be impossible. What was even more shog was that the might of her fused energy allowed her power to multiply tenfold. In terms of raw strength, it rivalled some peak saints. And she achieved this without even tapping into the profound mysteries.

  The full extent of her abilities remained a mystery. Still, everyone present uood that, as a desdant of the legendary Qingya , Yunaia's prehension would have undoubtedly reached the profound stage, hiding immeential yet to be revealed.

  Aiden’s eyes flickered slightly, but he didn’t say much about the power dispyed, instead choosing to carry on with the initial assessments.

  “gratutions, Yunaia,” Aiden smiled warmly. “You may now wait with the other saints whilst we plete this portion of the tests.”

  Without another word, the white crow, who hadn’t budged from Yunaia’s shoulder this whole time, suddenly leapt off befrowing drastically in size, allowing the dark-haired young woman to hop on its back.

  Ign the stares of the other curious saints, Yunaia and her Divi flew over to a secluded er, patiently waiting.

  “Whie of you brats is ?” Aiden smiled at Ace, Linley, and the others as the Deathgod Golem flew back towards the tre without so much as a scrat it, causing all those spectating to sigh in amazement.

  Before any of the others could voice their response, Wukong stepped forward with a fiendish grin as he summoned his trademark white bo-staff. “This king wants to see how tough this Deathgod Golem really is!”

  Then, before Aiden could signal the match to begin, Wukong, with a casual flick of his wrist, summoned his crystalline white bo-staff, gleaming with an otherworldly radiance, before unleashing his unparalleled speed as he charged at the unprepared golem.

  He seemed to defy the ws of spad time, appearing in front of the Deathgod Golem in the mere blink of a wasn’t until they heard the ape-like young expert’s devilish ugh that many even realised he was already on top of his oppo.

  The sound of Wukong’s ughter was suddenly drowned out by the thunderous roar of the sound barrier being shattered as he thrust his staff forward.

  Still, what truly left the spectators in awe was how Wukong's staff seemed to bee the embodiment of thunder and lightning – violent, unwavering, and seemingly unstoppable. The moment of impact sent shockwaves of power rippling through the battlefield.

  The puppet, once again, was sent hurtling through the air. This time, it moved with a speed that rivalled even some saints' ability to follow. The sheer force of Wukong's strike was nothing short of astonishing.

  While the arvelled at this extraordinary dispy of power, Ace, Aiden, and those associated with the Yin-Yang Pavilion remained unfazed. It was as though they had anticipated such a feat. Their calm demeanour stood in stark trast to the astonishment that gripped the other onlookers.

  They couldn't help but envy the mastery of “cepts” demonstrated by those associated with the Pavilion, a secret knowledge they knew would never willingly be shared with outsiders.

  Amid the spectators, Yunaia's navy-blue eyes widened in genuine surprise as she witnessed Wukong's astounding power and the profundities hidden within that sirike. It was then that the voice of her familiar, a white crow she stood upoered her mind.

  "I never expected there to be a mortal capable of such power," the crow remarked. "That monkey's strength should be no weaker than a peak saint. He ’t pare to us, but still, he’s not bad."

  Yunaia, reprimanding her beast partner, replied sternly, "Any mortal who dares to ehe Necropolis of the Gods isn't oo be uimated."

  She tinued, emphasizing the gravity of their situation. "Oscar, remember, we 't afford to uimate anyone wheer the Necropolis of the Gods. If we fail, we'll forever be stu that desote hell hole."

  The white crow nodded solemnly, uanding the weight of their quest and the challehey would face within the Necropolis.

  At the same time, the young and handsome Olivier Akerlund watched with narrowed eyes. What was going through his mind as he saw the power of his former rival, only he knew. Still, whatever it was caused him to ch his pale fists so tight that a faint crag sound could be heard as it trembled slightly beh his sleeve.

  “What the hell is this thing made of?” Wukong pined as he watched the giant golem climb up pletely unharmed by the power of his st attack. “This King’s Storm-Fiend Staff Art should’ve at least put a dent in it!”

  “You should fet about harming the Deathgod Golem at your level,” Aiden smiled helplessly. “Though this is the weakest model, it was still designed for Demi-Gods. If not for Lord Beirut reprogramming it to have the power of an early-stage saint, none of you would be able to st a single move.”

  Aiden’s words caused the spectators to stare in disbelief. It had to be remembered, until retly, the two most famous experts of their Yun ti were two Demi-Gods. For Beirut to own such a powerful puppet… It was no wonder he was sidered the true overlord of their material pne!

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