743 Undercurrent 1

Chapter 743: Undercurrent 1

'True Soul? Are you kidding? Even during our peak demon lord class period, we were not True Souls. That was just a dream. Only ancient warlocks with great achievements were able to reach that level, as their spiritual energy alone was able to distort reality, and just by saying their names, magical powers could be drawn out. The horror of True Souls is out of this world. You're just in the second Soul Seed level and you still need to go through many small stages,' Black Sethe explained.

'We call the Soul Seed levels the Soul Breeding Phase, which is divided into seven colored soul levels according to the colors of the rainbow. These correspond to the colors of the souls, and they are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and indigo. Each level has a seed quantity requirement, and you'll need to gather at least five soul species and merge them together to get to the next colored level. As for you, it is still way too early now; you've not even collected enough souls for the basic colorless second Soul Seed. When you've gathered more than five colorless Soul Seeds, the five Soul Seeds will start resonating and repulsing one another. This is to get rid of uncoordinated impurities and unwanted stuff, then they will finally merge together and you'll enter into the actual seven-colored phase.'

'As the number of seeds increases, because each seed is a condensation of your life's major insights, as you accumulate more seeds, unwanted stuff will be rid of and what's left will ultimately be similar. That is the purity rule of the soul. You need to merge your seeds together under such circumstances in order to enter the next stage.'

"It is... so far away..." Garen finally understood why Black Sethe kept repeating that it was still too early. Now he knew that it was indeed too early for him. Who knew that it would be so difficult to reach the True Soul stage, it was no wonder that even though there were so many powerful beings in the Ancient Endor, none of the demon lords climbed to a True Soul level.

"Actually, our demon lord class is just up to the green soul realm, and at that level, our spiritual energy alone was able to crush someone of an army level. You must also understand that only this level of soul realm, after being highly concentrated, will allow you to move through space without getting hurt. One's physical body might be adjusted because of the rules of the universe space, but the souls which are highly concentrated would hardly suffer any major damage. And this is the one true eternity pursuit."

Garen was caught deep in his thoughts.

He did not even notice Tu Lan leaving after the meal.

According to what Black Sethe described, he had only gathered one soul seed so far, which he'd gathered coincidentally in the Totem world.

'You don't have to overthink it, insights are the source of soul gathering, and the reason why it's taking so long is mainly that you did not develop in this direction specifically. Only when your insights deepen to a certain level will it will start condensing, though most of the time, you might get inspired just by looking at a painting or hearing a song. When you have found out about the laws of knowledge, then your soul seed might start condensing, but there are also times when it will not condense no matter what.'

"Indeed, I don't really need to think too much, there's still a long way to go," Garen nodded.

He stood up and left the restaurant, it was already evening. He walked towards his thermostatic tub in the Holy Fist Palace. The whole area was very big, and the entire palace was as big as a small town. Initially, it had a few big buildings, but later, because of its importance, it started expanding, and now the Holy Fist Palace occupied almost the entire peak of this mountain. Garen had his own private warm water supply tub, and similarly, some other important figures also had similar warm water tubs.

He passed through several halls and entered the bathing area, from which the sound of students' giggles could be heard from the public bathing area on the other side.

With the help of a young female servant, Garen put on a bathrobe and went into his private bathtub. Every day at this time, he would choose to take a warm bath here to relax.

After about ten minutes, his cell phone rang; it was the routine report call.

Garen picked up the phone placed on the white stone stand.

It was a call from Ninox.

He answered the call.

"Master? There have been blood breeds around recently. Do you want me to bring sister Raffaele away?" Cece's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Garen had sent Ninox to Grano to protect Raffaele, and once in a while, she would update Garen on the situation.

"If she wants to," Garen replied with a low voice. Raffaele did have people who were important to her, and it was impossible for him to bring all of them here together. Even the important figures who lived in the Holy Fist Palace have reached double digits. If everyone were to bring people they cared for with them, it would not fit no matter how big this place was.

Grano

Ninox smiled bitterly while she looked at the witches' gathering around her. Under the dark night, these witches were holding something like a glow stick in their hands and were coming from all sides of the forest.

They'd mistook her protection for monitoring, and it had almost led to a conflict.

Raffaele stood in front of her and stared at the phone in her hand.

Cece was a little frustrated, and she still did not understand the means of the witches. Therefore, although she was almost as strong as an upper-level human, she was careful so that she will not be discovered by them.

Having gotten Garen to pick up her call, Ninox looked at the blonde woman standing in front of her.

"Do you want to talk to the Master?" she put the phone down and handed it over.

Raffaele looked at the phone in her hand, remained silent for a moment and shook her head.

"I'm going to meet him."

Her golden long hair was sparkling even under the moonlight as if it was molten spun gold.

"Are you really from the Holy Fist Palace?" she still had doubts.

"Of course," Ninox answered helplessly.

Raffaele looked a little lost.

All this while, she knew about the strong human warrior in the Holy Fist Palace who had suddenly risen to fame, who was known as the Fist Saint. He was a human who was able to stand up against the top Death Apostle of the blood breed families. Although she knew that the Fist Saint was named Garen, she did not relate him to her ex-boyfriend, Garen.

What she did not expect was that both Garens were the same person.

When she got Ninox to admit that, the witches around her looked slightly surprised. They knew that their leader once had a wonderful first love, and that person was just an ordinary boy. But now it seemed like that person was actually as powerful as the Death Apostles, this made the witches who were already jealous of Raffaele, even more jealous.

Raffaele was born as the granddaughter of the leader of the witches and she was very talented, now even her boyfriend was someone who was as strong as the Death Apostles.

How was it fair for her to get all the benefits?

Raffaele suppressed the shock in her heart, turned around and said something to a trusted witch beside her. She told her to inform her grandmother about this as this issue might trigger something unpredictable.

"Now the Holy Fist Palace and the Blood Breeds are on bad terms, and Master is worried that the Blood Breeds might go up to extreme lengths and even try to harm you. Therefore, he sent me to protect you secretly and bring you back to the Holy Fist Palace if necessary." Ninox could tell that Raffaele was not against the idea of leaving Grano, and she could not help but to feel relieved.

She calmed down and began to carefully analyze Raffaele, master's ex-girlfriend.

She had exquisite features and a confident and beautiful appearance. She had golden, tassel-like long hair hanging down past her shoulders, which looked as if it was able to emit warmth like the sun, and it gave people a dazzling yet intense impression. Her strength was almost close to the level of a middle-level witch.

Ninox sighed slightly in her heart when she thought about the possibility of Raffaele getting back together with her master. With this thought in mind, she was a little uncomfortable, and she started looking at Raffaele with a slightly annoyed look.

"Get ready, when should we go?" she asked directly.

"As soon as possible." Raffaele thought about it and answered immediately. Although she did not know why Cece's gaze was a little hostile, she understood that something troublesome might have happened. "I don't need to bring anything with me, so I can leave anytime."

"Okay then. We will leave now!" Ninox nodded.

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A peninsula beach in Asia

After the night fell, the surface of the sea was dark and deep, with sounds of waves hitting on the riffs occasionally.

The deserted seashore was filled with black steep reefs of various sizes, and the larger ones were stacked together with large gaps in between them. Seawater would seep through these gaps and cause a large number of sea creatures to get stuck in it.

Right at that moment, a group of men in black quickly changed in the gaps between the big reefs. They took off their black clothing and changed into a frogman outfit with a large-capacity oxygen tank on their back.

There were about eight to nine of them, each one of them was agile and quick, and they had all kinds of tools with them. It was obvious that they were prepared.

"We will start searching this area today, then group four's mission will be completed," One of the shadows whispered.

"Are you sure that the thing that we are looking for is near the sea? Why did we not find anything after so long? There are a dozen groups looking for it and it has almost been half a month, but there is still no sign of it," another shadow asked casually.

"Who knows? We just need to follow the orders."

"Let's go, Brother Xu, Henry," one of them had already put on the frogman outfit and threw a face mask to each of the two.

All of them donned a facemask and quietly plunged into the sea along the reef's gaps, then rapidly disappeared into the sea like swimming fishes.

On the surface of the sea roughly ten sea miles away from the reef coast.

Multiple small warships and fishing boats with illuminated lighting poles constantly cruised on the sea. It seemed like they were patrolling, but also seemed like they were passing by slowly.

When their backs were facing the light, these boats would stop occasionally and a few frogmen would get up, and soon afterward, a few more frogmen would get into the water. As time went by, waves after waves of people went up and down the boats.

On a shore further away, there were groups of frogmen who constantly carried oxygen tanks into the sea.

A large amount of manpower was spent continuously searching this area of ​​the sea.

About a hundred nautical miles away from the seashore of the search team, towards the left, there was a cruise-like luxurious white ship.

Hochman and two young women dressed in red and black dresses laughed and talked over at the ship's rail, and he occasionally teased the two women to the point where they covered their mouths laughing.

The cruise was filled with well-dressed men and women conversing with one another politely; it seemed like a luxurious gathering for the upper-class society.

The sound of music played continuously in the hall of the cruise. There were beautiful and fashionable women walking around, and also waiters dressed in neat white suits who constantly delivered delicious food to the guests.