Chapter 37: Surreal Dream
A colossal and grand temple appeared before Silver's eyes, surrounded by towering yet ancient looking trees that spread far and wide upon mountainous terrains. Waves of mysterious fog drifted within the world, filling up every nook and cranny around the temple as a vast and starry sky hung and shone above.
This small world was incomparably beautiful, illuminated under the bright stars. As if a dream brought into life by a creative dreamer.
"Welcome to the Nihility Clan. Our clan is situated in a dimension that cannot be invaded by any beings since its protected within the Void," informed Aeon, staring at the vast, starry sky.
"Only those who has access or of a void descendant can traverse to here and any other clans protected by the Void. We do not bother the outside world, but we can take disciples as we please and train them if we are allowed to do so.
Silver, you are the first in the last billions of years to be brought here. The time here in our Nihility Clan dimension is different than your birth world but I will not disclose that to you. Cultivate hard, you'll be learning from everything we have to offer from the others of our clan."
"Yes," answered Silver, unsure what else to say but be filled with gratitude and devotion.
Silver felt a sense of comfort from the qi around him, as he followed Aeon into the Nihility Clan. After a few minutes of strolling, they finally stopped in front of a huge courtyard on the east side of the temple-like structure. Silver quietly turned his head, staring at his teacher, awaiting further instructions.
However, Blacky hopped off Aeon's shoulder, running off to somewhere unknown. Before Silver could yell for Blacky, he heard footsteps come their way.
"Husband, welcome home!" exclaimed a soft, sweet honey-like voice coming from inside the house.
A young woman stepped out onto the courtyard in graceful manner. To Silver's surprise, this woman was truly a heaven-defying beauty compared to her devilishly handsome husband, Aeon.
Her beautiful silvery-white hair cascaded down like an elegant waterfall, and her snow white shimmering skin seem to be crafted by the finest and most exquisite piece of white jade. A set of pearly white-like teeth lined up behind her soft pink lips fitted on her oval face, and her eyes were as deep black as the void, like her husband Aeon as she gracefully leapt into his arms.
Staring at the duo hugging each other in a loving embrace, completely stunned in body, mind and soul, Silver could only feel like he was staring at a mystical painting of a couple. These two had unmatched beauty that even heaven would be jealous of.
Heck, he couldn't even feel jealous but truly admire such heartfelt love from this husband and wife. Sadly, his mind wasn't set to romance but cultivating and becoming strong. Silver waited in silence, hoping they would notice his existence after their loving embrace.
Just listening to their lovey-dovey conversation almost made him gag.
"Ahhh, I'm sorry!" exclaimed Aeon's wife with a flustered expression, noticing the silent boy standing on the side.
"You must be my husband's first disciple! He happily came by to inform me a few days ago, truly satisfied in having such an extraordinary talented disciple. You're a lot better looking than how my husband described you, too! Oh, my name is Lian, it's very nice to meet you."
"Disciples greet master's wife, Lian," greeted Silver, feeling complicated in his heart. He thought his abnormal master was rather mischievous, but his wife was just plainly whimsical.
Literally a match in beauty and personality.
"Disciple name is, Silver."
"Such a respectful child, I already adore you," approved Lian, winking with her left eye and smirking at Aeon.
"I've prepared food already so let us go and eat! I hope you enjoy meat as much as Aeon does."
Lian smiled brightly, grabbing both Aeon and Silver's arm, dragging them into the house with her. She then, commanded them to take a seat at an extremely large dining table.
Aeon gave Silver a quick smile while Lian placed over a hundred plates of food onto the table. Right after, all three began grabbing slices of meats and vegetables with their chopsticks while pairing it with freshly made rice and wine.
'I miss my father and mother,' thought Silver, quickly stuffing his mouth with food.
This moment reminded him of the same warmth back home. Eating and chatting amongst each other, smiling and laughing without restraints.
. . .
"KILL!"
Numerous evolved and ranked beasts, few floating in the air, unleashed their attacks in a battlefield against thousands of sect disciples. An enormous king beast flew loftily across the sky, displaying contempt within its eyes. It glared down below, watching all the miniscule ant-like human beings scrimmaging in the battlefield.
"PROTECT THE SECT!" screamed an old man, slashing at a demonic green ox while thousands of more disciples charged at the incoming horde of beasts. With every beast killed, a few disciples died alongside it.
Stenches of blood polluted the air including the screams and curses, roars and screeches, sounded throughout the gory battlefield. Many lives were lost along with broken promises, regrets and swallowed sadness. Thus, many had fallen in a boiling pot of oil, spurting the madness of frustration, vengeance and ferocious savagery.
Such is life when one fights in a chaotic war.
Bright flashes of light, flaming red and ice blue, from a young woman as she fought against a king ranked beast, the Flying-Storm Dragon. Her footwork was elegant and natural as if she practiced arduously millions of time, gracefully dodging the Flying-Storm Dragon with every refined step. Simultaneously, her hand lightly tapped on various parts of the dragon's forehead and body.
After each light and ordinary tap, a raging fiery red to a fiendish black flame burst around the dragon, slowly constricting it as it squirmed within. The Flying-Storm Dragon finally shown hints of fear before the woman, engraving her image into its scorched eyes as the fiery black flames consumed it. Not long after, its ashes fell like snow onto the gory battlefield while the woman raised her left hand that gave sheen of icy blue.
With 3 taps onto the air around her, a gust of cold air swam across 100 meters and froze thousands of beasts to a standstill. Fear gripped into their hearts as many stronger beasts tried to break out but as the woman began walking away, they shattered like glass with little time to struggle.
The woman of ice and flames strolled along the glittering ice, sprinkling around her with every step, slowly vanishing from the group of people who witnessed it in awe, respect, and piety.
Silver stood there, in his dream, mesmerized by this breathtaking blurry beauty. He was unsure who she was, but a familiarity spoke to him as she elegantly changed the tides of the battlefield. She had an undeniable charm that one could discern through her ice-cold appearance.
This young woman stood roughly at a height of 1.7 meters. She had a slender body and fair skin was as smooth as jade, free of impurities. Thus, matching her slender and athletic body with a curvaceous bottom that complimented the aesthetically pleasing plump thighs that was outlined from her fitted red and black clothing. Her face was covered with a see-through red veil, but you could instantly tell she was a heavenly beauty.
Somehow, her appearance, gave him a slight heartache as he watched her continuous battles.
However, the scenes quickly changed, as he stood in front of a lonely isle shrouded in a mysterious fog. Once again, he could see the same beauty that was fighting in the gory battlefield. Her apathetic face slightly forming into a dejected look, perplexed from her thoughts, scrunching her eyebrows with an inkling of isolation as she beside the lakeside.
She appeared like she was waiting for something or someone there on the isle across them.
"He's not back yet . . . " sighed the young woman. She turned her head towards his direction, unaware that he was staring at her, tears dripping down her cheeks.
"Father has been missing since you been on that isle, I hope you're both okay . . . it's been a couple of years since I have been by myself."
Suddenly, a gust of green wind spun around him and clouded his vision. Blinking once and twice, Silver notice he was moving through the skies along with the drifting clouds. Finally, the gust of green wind dropped him off in front of two old men playing a board game of Go while another sat beside them, leisurely drinking wine.
"It's been a couple of years now since we went on this damn journey. How long do you think we'll be stuck in this crappy trap?" asked the old man with wild white hair, wearing all green clothing with golden clouds sewn onto his cuffs.
"Why do you care? Aren't you an alchemist with unmatchable patience? Let's finish our game, you been pondering over this move for a few days now!" snapped the old man in wearing all white with red clouds sewn on his cuffs. His red and black medallion swayed from his neck as he raged at the green clothing old man.
"Relax, let's enjoy a cup of wine. I'm sure we'll find a way out. Didn't we join you for this journey because you had a feeling your wife never died?" hummed a middle-aged man, casually drinking his wine. He wore a golden-silk clothing with light-purple clouds sewn onto his cuffs.
Looking up, his eyes landed on Silver for a brief second. He smiled brightly, winking at him as the other two old men bickered back and forth.
"Don't worry, help will arrive soon, maybe your 'son' would come save us."
"Him? I haven't heard any news from him since he went into that isle! My daughter must be worried sick since both of us aren't around. I hope the changes in this world won't attract any problems . . .and I hope I can solve the mysteries involving my wife," the old man with the red medallion glumly replied shaking his head.
He stared at the board game with a worried expression permanently fixated onto his face, continuing his game of Go.
Without a chance to talk to them, the scenery changed once again, bringing Silver into a world shrouded in nothing but darkness, standing there without a path to tread on.
Slowly taking a few steps forward, noises of his breathing and beating heart accompanied him in the world of silence. He began to aimlessly wander wherever direction he felt right. Soon, the hours wasted away as he finally saw a glowing ember of light from afar. It was faint yet discernible, so he continued to stroll leisurely as the ember seemed to be burning unexpectedly brighter once he got closer.
As he got close enough to the violet colored flames, it began to encompass him in a violet radiance while his body automatically began absorbing and cycling the qi. With each cycle, a cool sensation followed along as the mysterious violet colored qi circulated through his star meridians.
Silver began drifting deeper and deeper into his conscious, but soon the sound of wings flapping nearby struck him awake as it grew louder and closer.
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Silver opened his eyes, the sound of the crow's caws still reverberated deep within his waking mind, as he stared at the familiar white ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he glimpsed at the crack of dawn rising behind the curtains of his window.
Ever since his master unsealed his meridians, bizarre dreams accompanied him. As most of them had been related to the people he has met in the Desolate Continent.
Getting off his bed, Silver grabbed and put on his clothing for training. With those dreams lingering in his mind, he wanted to start his morning practice as soon as possible.
Not long after, a couple of painted perfection, floated in the air above the courtyard, hidden away from Silver's sight. They observed him sweating and moving around in his sleep to waking up and starting his morning practice. Aeon pondered over the fluctuation of void energy that was gently pulsing from Silver's body as his wife stood beside him.
"Will he be alright?" inquired Lian, soft spoken.
"Yes, one of the Three-Eyed Crow abilities is allowing him to peer into another world through his dreams," answered Aeon thoughtfully.
"We must guide him thoroughly, there seem to be changes in his world. Hopefully he's able to inherit the legacy before 'it' happens."
"Yes, husband. I'll grab all the masters and instruct them to triple his teaching. Luckily, this boy learns quite fast and put his knowledge into action . . . I wish he could stay longer. He really makes this clan lively, we all cherish him greatly," marveled Lian, smiling brightly.
'Hopefully his original world is fine . . .' thought Lian, glimpsing at her husbands furrowed eyebrows.
Gliding down, both husband and wife headed down to the courtyard, gently landing onto the tiled floors, strolling towards Silver's direction.
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