Chapter 1641 Things That Don't Change

Chapter 1641 Things That Don't Change

[Dragon: 40/100 (+25)

Titan: 40/100 (+25)

Phoenix: 40/100 (+25)

Order: 40/100 (+25)

Chaos: 40/100 (+25)

Space: 20/100 (+5)

Time: 20/100 (+5)]

The retreat of five weeks had been fruitful.

Varian didn't try very hard. He just fought with his wives at day and bonded with them at night. Synergy was done whenever it was possible.

The resulting progress in just a month was him going from a new mid rank 1 to crossing more than half the distance.

Unlike a low rank 1 whose strength was definied between 1-15, a mid rank 1's range was between 16-50. A total of 35 units and Varian crossed 25 of them already in five weeks. Unfortunately, his speed was inevitably slowing down.

Firstly, the distance between Varian and his wives narrowed greatly. Even though they were technically in a higher sub-rank than him, his current strength allowed him to fight against them without any handicap from their side.

Secondly, the divine ranks itself were much more intricate than Varian imagined.

If celestial ranks were simply the development along the path one had chosen, like painting a single stroke with the brush, the divine ranks were a painting one had to make with all the strokes the brush could possibly make.

It wasn't just enough for him to understand the life path and death path, he also had to figure out the greater whole, of how they linked together, interacted with each other and fit in the grand picture.

That...was harder than he liked to admit.

"If it goes like this, instead of reaching peak of rank 1 in twelve weeks, I'll need almost fifty. To spend a whole year to cover the divine ranks, damn it, is this what talentless people feel?"

On a summer midnight, floating on a pink lake under the moonlight, Varian uttered in melancholy.

If he's doing it, it means that he's confident that I don't stand a chance.

Or maybe this is all a part of a grander plan?"

Without a word, Sia looked at him under the moonlight.

Varian's face was pale and his eyes dull, showing weakness and despair that didn't match his usual self.

"I tell myself it's going to be alright, that I can do it. A large part of me is brave, willing to risk it all. But..." Varian lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "A part of me doesn't know. It's scared. Sia, I'm scared."

"Hmmm," Sia cupped his cheek and gently stepped back, locking her eyes with him in the process.

Then she stared at him with the same gaze she held thousands of years ago.

Perhaps it was an irony of fate that after coming so far, accomplishing so much, this scene still seemed like one from that night.

That night when Varian tried and tried to awaken before falling into despair, when he felt hopeless against the force of nature he seemed to have no control over, that night a thousand years ago...

When he was confused, hopelessness and weak...

Just like now...

He said the same words.

"I don't think I can do it. It is an impossible thing to achieve." Sia held him tight and looked into his eyes with a loving gaze full of belief. She interlocked her hand with his and said with a sweet smile the words that let him fight even in the face of mounting despair.

To the same question raised a thousand years ago, she repeated the same words today, a thousand years later. Under the same night, with the same smile, holding the same gaze.

"The nine year old I met was strong, with a dream to do the impossible.

But the older you now, are stronger."

Varian froze for a moment before he relaxed, the tension in his body melting away. He lifted her up by the waist without warning and spun her around. And he said the exact same words that he did back then.

"Whatever happens, I'll keep going, if only for you."

Somethings didn't change.

"Oh? Then I'll tell those concubines who's the wife here." "Wait, wait!" But somethings definitely did.