Another Cliché Cultivation Story

Chapter 107

The soul attack flew at incredible speed, slicing through the air with extreme might.

A black axe appeared in Fuhai’s hand, and he sent forth his own misty cannon, hoping to neutralize the black and red fog beam. Unfortunately, inwardly, he knew it was too late. His mouth lightly pursed as he could already envision the inevitable fallout between the Fey and the Graha should anything happen to this Fey princess. Worse yet, she wasn’t just any Fey princess— she belonged to the Noble Beasts Lineage. An anomaly of the heavens, with outrageous talent and heaven-defying innate abilities. The birth of a Noble Beast was exceedingly rare— so rare, in fact, that it nearly rivals the descendants of the Chaos Lineage, the dragons! As such, every Noble Beast is deeply doted on and cared for, and the slaying of one will undoubtedly draw the ire of the Fey.

A war between two supreme races was the last thing Fuhai wanted.

Internally, he howled, Damn it all! We were only here for the predecessor’s legacy, how’d it come to this? Who did this? Who’s trying to screw over the Graha? Who!?

In his fury, he hadn’t noticed the subtle tremors prickling his flesh. The Grahas in the group felt it as well, but like Fuhai, they were too engrossed in the unexpected scene before them to take notice. Had they stopped and inspected themselves, they might have sensed their bodies desperately trying to warn them of something.

Di Han was standing close to the General, his brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as he focused on the red and black fog. A strange familiarity grabbed him at the sight of it, yet he was uncertain. Then, as he looked at his surroundings and saw the vast ocean, the answer came to him.

Nether Water?

He was dumbfounded upon seeing an attack born from the fusion of Nether and Graha.

Meanwhile, standing at the forefront of the attack, Hong Tian was deathly calm. Despite being caught off guard, she wasn’t the least bit fearful. From within the golden flame symbol on her forehead, two beads of light emerged— one black, radiating a frightening chill, and the other white, blazing with terrifying intensity. They spun in a mysterious motion, neither clockwise nor counterclockwise, moving yet unmoved at the same time. It was confusing while captivating all at once. Beyond the simple weaving of fire and ice lay a phenomenon unseen by most. It spoke of the beginning— a place of darkness filled with void, and from it, came an explosive burst of light, giving birth to disparity— that was the black and white bead, the innate ability of the Duality Hound— the Binate Genesis.

In the face of this power, the soul attack instantly unraveled into three parts. The fog, the black and red— they separated before breaking down to its purest form of energy. By the time it struck Hong Tian, it was nothing more than a refreshing gust of wind.

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The two beads disappeared and Hong Tian set her icy gaze on Fuhai and his men.

“What is the meaning of this General? Sneaking an attack at me, is the Graha trying to assassinate a princess of Fey?” She asked, coldly.

Fuhai was relieved to see Hong Tian unharmed. He hadn’t seen a Fey in so long that he had almost forgotten just how fearsome they were. His worries were needless. Yet, upon hearing her question, he was quickly put in a solemn mood. A wave of unease washed over him, for the moment he descended, things had turned out differently than he expected, spiraling out of his control.

Why do I feel like a puppet on strings…

As Fuhai deliberated on how to explain to Hong Tian, far away on the mysterious island, the hidden being stirred once more, startled awake the moment Hong Tian summoned the black and white bead.

“What’s this? Binate Genesis— the Duality Hound’s Binate Genesis!” The being exclaimed, its voice was filled with conflicting emotions: joy, confusion, anger, nostalgia, and something almost… familial.

“Who exactly is it? Why are they down here? Is it for… me? What of their duty? The Paralix?”

The being’s mind reeled with questions, gripped by curiosity and a lingering ache. For the first time in thousands of years, the mysterious island stopped drifting, suspended in silence as if in deep contemplation. At last, a sigh escaped, and with its husky voice, the being murmured, “Han Lan, forgive me. I… need to know.” He had intended to stay out of this conflict, but he couldn’t any longer.

The island shuddered, and slowly its course reversed. Then, beyond expectations, it vanished over the horizon, racing toward the Amber Soul Kingdom at a speed even faster than light, swiftly overtaking the cultivators who were already on their way there.

As the distance between them closed, a change occurred deep within the cave on the island— the same cave that the couple from the Mortal Haven World had once arrived in. Runes lined the walls that formed the spatial teleportation formation, one by one they began to shift, morphing into new shapes and patterns. Combined, it didn’t look too different from before— still a teleportation formation, yet its destination seemed to whisper elsewhere.

Back at the Amber Soul Kingdom, while awaiting Fuhai’s response, Hong Tian suddenly sensed something, prompting her to turn her head.

“Huh?”

She felt a presence rapidly approaching, but that wasn’t what drew her attention. Instead, it was a resonance— a calling from within the depths of her bloodline. This feeling was familiar, one she only experienced when she was with her father, mother, sister, and others of her tribe.

Her eyes widened in shock as she thought of a possibility. She whispered, “Could it be…?”

Meanwhile, Fuhai also turned his head, but not in the same direction as Hong Tian. The soul attack earlier wasn’t from one of his men but from another Graha.

Somewhat irritated, he shouted, sending a harsh screech throughout the area.

“Show yourself!”

Above the clouds, a figure leisurely floated downwards with a smirk on his lips. Surprisingly, he wasn’t in his spectral form, a bit odd, since almost all Graha preferred it more than that of their physical one. This person had a shaved head, eyes of vivid emerald, and his skin, gray as ash.

When Di Han saw this man, his eyes narrowed, “Di Wentian?”