Chapter 305: A Monarch's Agony (End of Book 4)

Chapter 305: A Monarch's Agony (End of Book 4)

Ashlock felt a tingling sensation like pins and needles rising up through his roots, enveloping his entire land-spanning body. If the cries of concern echoing through the root network were anything to go by, his offspring suffered a similar fate.

"Is this what it feels like to earn the attention of the World Tree," Ashlock shuddered, causing his bark to creak and his leaves to rustle violently as his Star Core quivered. It was an almost impossible sensation to describe, and it was made all the more concerning because he couldn't exactly flee from it.

"Agh!" Ashlock groaned as an incredibly low rumbling sound started reverberating through his consciousness, threatening to tear his very sense of being apart.

[Skill {Basic Mental Resistance [F]} Learned!]

A system notification he hadn't seen in a very long time barely managed to distract him from the rumbling getting worse.

[Upgraded {Basic Mental Resistance [F]} -> {Mental Resistance [E]}]

If his consciousness had been a serene lake before, it was now a choppy ocean as the low rumbling squeezed and pulled on his mind.

[Upgraded {Mental Resistance [E]} -> {Greater Mental Resistance [D]}]

The terrible pain of his consciousness being messed with subsided slightly, but it was not enough to stop him from screaming in terror.

[Upgraded {Greater Mental Resistance [D]} -> {Superior Mental Resistance [C]}]

Ashlock could feel his system's desperation to keep him alive as the system notifications practically overlaid one another, and his new mental resistance skill rapidly leveled up.

[Upgraded {Superior Mental Resistance [C]} -> {Mental Protection [B]}]

Like a shield, a bubble manifested around his consciousness, protecting him from the terrible rumbling. The tingling sensation and terror throughout his root network was still there, but at least he could think straight for a moment.

"Tree? Are you okay?" He could hear Stella's voice as she drummed her balled fists on his bark.

"No," Ashlock answered honestly. If not for the system's timely assistance and willingness to assist him in self-preservation, he wouldn't have lasted another minute. He was not okay. That had been frightening, and he had no idea how long his new Mental Protection skill would hold out.

"What happened? Did Mom attack you?"

It took Ashlock a moment to realize Stella was talking about the World Tree when she spoke about her Mom. He was still out of it and trying to pull himself together.

"Yeah... something like that. I'm not even sure if it was an attack, but I definitely earned her attention."

Stella turned around and sat with her back pressed against his bark. Closing her eyes, she controlled her breathing and rested her head.

Everyone watched in silence, including the Redclaws and Jasmine, as they let the Princess of Ashfallen figure out the best thing to do. Meanwhile, Ashlock poured as much Qi as possible into his mental defenses. Worst case, he would pull his roots back toward the surface and accept that he couldn't tap into the untamed Qi of the leyline.

A while passed until Stella eventually frowned and opened her eyes.

"What is it?" Ashlock asked.

"She's in pain."

"Pain?" Ashlock asked in confusion. "Am I causing her pain?"

Stella shook her head, "I don't think so, as I can't see how you could cause such deep pain to such a powerful being."

Ashlock thought back to his dreams and could still recall the phantom pain he experienced as the past World Trees, as he was harvested alive by those cultivators for eons.

"The Celestial Empire..." Ashlock mused to himself. "What if it's not a safe haven for the World Tree but rather a prison? We thought she was the protector of the Celestial Empire and was the reason the city had stood the test of time, unlike the demonic sects that had to keep moving. But once I learned that the World Tree's roots are the leylines, I thought she was maliciously controlling the monsters to cause beast tides, but what if she's trying to create a beast tide big enough to free herself from the Celestial Empire by wiping it out instead?"

Stella looked to the floor, and she balled her fists. Feeling the World Tree's pain seemed to be a lot for her.

Ashlock slowly lowered his mental protection and listened more closely to the rumbling noise, which was reminiscent of a blue whale calling out through the ocean, just at the strength of a dying god. Sure enough, it didn't feel directed at him. It was just an overwhelming wave of a single emotion: agony.

"You poor thing," Ashlock spoke through his roots with raw emotions, the same way he communicated with his offspring. Senior Lee had mentioned that the World Tree was capable of rudimentary conversation through emotions, but she seemed to ignore him as the waves of agony continued. "Can you hear me? I can help you..."

Ashlock tried his best to get a response, but nothing he said seemed to reach the miserable tree. Whatever pain she was suffering was simply too unbearable to even give him a sliver of her attention.

"Mom needs our help, Tree," Stella said into her knees as she rocked back and forth on one of his exposed roots. She looked up at his canopy with tears in the corner of her eyes, "She's suffering. Isn't there anything we can do?"

Ashlock glanced at everyone on the mountain peak with his Demonic Eye and nobody avoided his gaze. They were all members of Ashfallen—dependable allies that he had gathered in fear of suffering the fate of the World Tree from those terrible nightmares. Meanwhile, the World Tree was likely all alone, fated for a lifetime of suffering. for new novels

"Sorry, I seem to be missing something," Elder Margret said, "Stella's Mother is suffering somewhere?"

Stella hesitantly nodded, "Something like that... though I'm not totally sure if she is my Mom." Stella then whispered into Ashlock's mind, "But even if she isn't my Mom, feeling a tree in such pain makes me want to scream. Trees are such gentle and caring beings. To inflict misery to that level on one is something I can't understand."

"There is one thing we can do," Ashlock said to all present, his voice echoing in their minds much like the World Trees did in his own. "We have to get stronger to save her. That is the only way."

Stella's face fell, "We have to get stronger... Mom is in pain right now—she doesn't have time to wait for us. Is that really the only option? "

Waves of dark power rippled out across the mountain around Nox as she began her transformation. The storm overhead suddenly expanded outward to the horizon and went from grey to an obsidian black. Thunder roared so loud that it shook every tree on the mountain, and the sky flashed as lightning gathered.

[Bastion {Nox Duskwalker}'s cultivation is unstable... initiating tribulation]

An ungodly amount of lightning descended upon Nox, but she seemed to relish the onslaught as liquid shadow wreathed her bark, and she greedily absorbed the heavenly punishment.

"Look's like I will have a Nascent Soul Bastion real soon," Ashlock mused as he returned to Red Vine Peak to join the 'fun.' Who didn't love getting struck by lightning?

Once again, and hopefully for the last time, he pulled up his system to begin his ascension.

[Requirements to turn Chaos Nebula into an Inner World have been met!]

[11743 / 10000 Sacrificial Credits

1 / 1 Absorbed Fire Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Water Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Earth Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Wind Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Metal Star Cores]

[Do you wish to form your Inner World and begin the ascension process to Nascent Soul Realm?]

"Yes."

With those simple words, reality began to shake as his soul slowly rose out of his trunk, past his branches and canopy, to float as a literal sun of spatial Qi above him.

[Expanding Inner World...]

"Huh?" Ashlock said as his Star Core floating overhead suddenly began to balloon in size until it completely dwarfed the entire mountain range, illuminating everything in a lilac hue under the dark clouded sky. Through the lilac haze of his soul, he could see the Chaos Nebula being crushed under immense Qi pressure from a mixture of random Qi's into an actual planet.

"That's ridiculous!" Magnus said over the roaring thunder as he pointed to the sky, his finger trembling, "A Star Core of such size and to have the ego to rip it out and challenge the very heavens with nothing but your soul is... is... the act of a true immortal unfazed by heaven's puny might!"

Ashlock didn't want to admit this was the system's doing, as he had no idea how to handle an ascension.

[Beginning ascension to Nascent Soul Realm...]

The heavens answered his challenge by tearing the sky apart, and thousands of lightning bolts of every color and Qi imaginable struck his Star Core and, in turn, his forming Inner World. Some lightning bolts also went and targeted his offspring.

"You dare strike my children?" Ashlock now realized why his system had wanted him to link up with the leyline. He pulled deeply on as much Qi as possible and blanketed every one of his offspring in his Qi to protect them. He wouldn't let them become collateral damage like the mortals of Slymere had.

[Ascension to Nascent Soul Realm at 1% (estimated time of tribulation: 7 days)...]

Ashlock coated himself in his {Lightning Qi Barrier [A]} and hunkered down for the long haul. His past ascension to Star Core had been quick, but it seemed the inclusion of the Inner World and becoming a demi-divine being had upped the difficulty of the tribulation to hell level.

"I just hope the Blood Lotus Sect stays quiet—"

***

Vincent Nightrose's eyes snapped open.

"Too soon," he muttered as he stared at the stone ceiling—he could still smell and feel the vicious blood of the bloodline holder he was bathing in. There was still plenty to absorb before the ritual was complete, and he added their bloodline to his arsenal.

Vincent's eyes narrowed, "Why am I awake?"

Something felt wrong. Terribly wrong.

Raising his pale hand that dripped with blood, he gripped the edge of the stone coffin he was using to bathe in blood and hauled his naked body out. His skin was sunken, gripping his bones like a layer of paint, and his claw-like toenails scraped against the stone floor as he walked.

He sniffed the air, uninterested in the musky scent of death as he crushed the skull of the person's blood he had been bathing in. Instead, he used his bloodline-hunting ability and picked up on a delectable distant smell.

"Ripe already?" Vincent smirked as he licked the blood and dirt from between his spindly fingers with his pointed tongue but then paused. Something else was tainting the smell—something he hated.

A powerful infant soul was being born. Someone was ascending to Nascent Soul Realm on his land.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Vincent shuffled toward the door of his cultivation chamber.

It would seem someone had forgotten who ruled this place.