Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 251 - 251: Rezia's Target

[: 3rd POV :]

"Master, what's our next step?"

Azaroth inquired, his concern evident.

The return of disciples from the Black Serpent, their minds corrupted, left him bewildered and troubled.

The unsettling nature of their return, tainted with corruption, stirred a mix of confusion and worry within Azaroth.

The implications of their altered state weighed heavily on his mind.

His next course of action was to address this disconcerting development.

These cultivators held a significant status, ranking as Ascentral cultivators.

It was a realm above the Transcendence tier practitioners in this city.

Their realm not only stood out but also granted them a certain air of superiority.

The notion might sound like boasting, yet the reality was that within the city, the chances of anyone causing them harm or even laying a finger on them were incredibly slim.

Only cultivators from the Imperials, known for their formidable prowess, might pose a potential threat.

However, even then, the likelihood of any harm coming to these Ascentral-ranked cultivators was nearly negligible.

"What exactly do you propose we should do?"

The Sect Master queried, he stroked his long white beard gently with his fingers in contemplation.

"We've gathered information on the culprits responsible for affecting the Black Serpent Sect disciples,"

Azaroth explained, seizing the Sect Master's attention.

"Please elaborate further,"

The Sect Master demanded, his interest piqued, prompting Azaroth to provide a more detailed account of the situation.

"Although the information is somewhat limited, reports indicate their last known location was a nearby candy shop at the city's entrance,"

Azaroth clarified, acknowledging the gaps in the available details.

Despite the incomplete information, there were subtle clues Azaroth aimed to utilize to further their investigation.

"Master, does the recent event a few days ago ring a bell?"

Azaroth inquired, trying to jog the Sect Master's memory.

"..."

The Sect Master maintained silence, contemplating Azaroth's question, hinting at a deeper contemplation or recollection of the past event.

Reflecting on the event that had thrown the city into a state of panic, the Sect Master's expression turned stern, his eyes furrowing in remembrance.

The memory was vivid, etched into his mind — being brought to his knees, utterly powerless against an overpowering force.

The recollection filled him with a mixture of humiliation and deep-seated anger.

It was a sense of embarrassment he found hard to shake off.

The humiliation intensified as he grappled with the stark realization that.

Despite his prowess as a martial arts cultivator at the Stage of 8th Martial Emperor, he was easily subdued by an overwhelming aura.

It was unfamiliar and beyond his comprehension.

With a towering ego and the imminent breakthrough to the Saint Realm, the Sect Master grappled with profound thoughts.

How could a martial arts expert of his calibre be so effortlessly overpowered?

The stark reality fueled doubt within him, shaking the very foundation of his confidence.

"Yes, that day caused quite a stir among us, the Sect Masters of the 5 Sects,"

He acknowledged with a deep, resonant voice, nodding in agreement.

"Strangely enough, the day the disciples returned coincided with the appearance of that overpowering aura before the city,"

Azaroth disclosed, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he recounted the chilling memory.

His description was vivid, detailing the horrifying experience.

The suffocating pressure rendered him breathless, speechless, and immobile.

The sensation of an enormous weight crushing his body lingered in his recollection, every detail etched into his memory.

He vividly recalled the terror of that moment, particularly when he looked up at the sky.

Despite it being a typical day with a blue sky and the twin suns shining.

On that fateful day, lying on the ground, he witnessed something utterly inexplicable, something that defied the normal laws of existence.

The ordinary sight of the twin suns was inexplicably replaced by a haunting visage - two blood-red.

It was ominous eyes that gazed down upon the city.

The sky transformed, turning a foreboding shade of red, while the clouds swirled into a ghastly, blood-tinged haze.

The intensity of the moment was suffocating, a palpable sense that at any moment, their lives hung by a thread.

Azaroth recalled the sheer terror that gripped him.

Tears streamed down his face as fear engulfed him in the presence of the ominous eyes, brimming with malevolent intent.

Though no harm befell him directly, the sheer malevolence and the intention to kill emanating from those eyes left an indelible mark on Azaroth's memory.

It was an unforgettable day, etched deeply into his mind with a chilling permanence.

"So, what precisely are you implying, Azaroth?"

The Sect Master swivelled his head to address him, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of scepticism.

"Master, isn't it plausible that there might be a connection between these two occurrences?"

"To me, it feels more than a mere coincidence,"

Azaroth suggested, sharing his suspicions about a potential link between the disciples' return and the appearance of the terrifying aura.

He couldn't shake off his suspicions.

He felt that there might be an underlying connection that transcended mere chance.

To Azaroth, the situation appeared too neatly aligned to be dismissed as mere happenstance.

"Hmph! That's highly unlikely,"

The Sect Master retorted, dismissing Azaroth's notion despite the reasonably compelling explanation.

Despite the presented information, the Sect Master was steadfast in refusing to accept the potential connection between the two incidents.

"There's no plausible way that an aura of that magnitude could be triggered by a few foolish disciples causing trouble,"

The Sect Master vehemently refuted this, dismissing the possibility of these two events being interconnected.

"However, Master, the returning disciples were continuously praising the Heavenly Harem Sect"

"Plus, we've experienced the voice of the 'Sect Master of the Sect' resonating in our minds before,"

Azaroth attempted to provide a more precise basis for his theory, seeking to establish a stronger link between the occurrences.

Yet, despite the strengthened argument, the Sect Master obstinately refused.

He refuted the potential connection between the disciples' return and the appearance of the overwhelming aura.

"Enough!"

The Sect Master's abrupt command resonated, releasing his aura to briefly oppress Azaroth.

"Ugh,"

Azaroth grunted, feeling the weight of the pressure, albeit significantly weaker than the daunting force that had left him petrified before.

Despite its reduced intensity, he understood the potential impact and refused to underestimate it.

"The disciples from the Black Serpent Sect have nothing to do with that voice on that day, do you understand me!?"

The Sect Master's voice rose, accompanied by a steely glare directed at Azaroth.

"Y-Yes, Master!"

Azaroth groaned, enduring the pressure and eventually yielding to his Sect Master's demand.

"Hmpf!"

Despite the clarity of the facts presented by Azaroth, the Sect Master remained in denial.

He refused to acknowledge the connections laid out before him, driven by an underlying fear.

The Sect Master's refusal stemmed from a deep-seated terror rooted in an experience where an aura descended and oppressed cultivators at the Martial Emperor Realm.

His reaction mirrored Azaroth's, one of sheer terror and helplessness.

It was a humiliating incident that left a lasting trauma, festering within the Sect Master's mind.

He refused to accept the possibility that the oppressive aura was related to the inexplicable behaviour of the disciples.

If these events were interconnected, it would signify that the Heavenly Harem Sect held an extraordinary power.

It potentially rivalling even the Imperials.

While he was reluctant to dismiss the possibilities, the link between the voice, the Heavenly Harem Sect, and the aura made sense.

Adding to his suspicions, the disciples' return to the Black Serpent Sect, further reinforced the connections between these occurrences.

The Sect Master was unable to brush off the glaring patterns as mere coincidences.

Despite the mounting evidence, he hesitated to embrace the notion.

It would imply that those encountered by the Black Serpent disciples were of an immortal Realm.

It was a concept too staggering for him to fully grasp.

He grappled with the notion, reluctant to entertain the idea.

Yet, he was unable to deny that the only entities capable of generating such a formidable and overwhelming aura were the legendary Immortals.

Though often deemed as mythical beings confined to legends, there was no explanation other than the existence of such Immortals.

It was an inconceivable concept that seemed to be the only logical answer to the haunting puzzle.

Accepting the potential existence of these Immortals within the city would signify a monumental event.

Their presence hinted at something significant about to unfold.

Contemplating the involvement of such powerful beings left the Sect Master uneasy and deeply concerned.

He couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability, acknowledging that should his sect be entangled in such a situation.

They would be utterly defenceless, akin to helpless chickens awaiting an inevitable slaughter.

"Just forget everything you've said and focus on our goal of conquering the city,"

The Sect Master instructed, to which Azaroth replied with a prompt, "Yes, Master."

"Conquering the city? Ha! How laughable!"

All of a sudden, an unexpected, cheeky feminine voice suddenly echoed throughout the sect, causing the Sect Master to furrow his brow.

"Whose voice is that!?"

He demanded, perplexed that he couldn't sense the presence or origin of the voice.

"How dare you command me, but I suppose it's understandable since none of you know who I am, so it's forgivable,"

The mysterious voice retorted.

As the voice teased a revelation, the sky's dimension cracked open, revealing a young teenage girl emerging from the rift.

"My name's Rezia, and I'm a disciple of the Heavenly Harem Sect,"

Rezia revealed, her introduction sending shockwaves through the Sect Master's mind.

"W-What!? H-Heavenly Harem Sect!?"

The Sect Master was thrown into a whirlwind of thoughts.

Firstly, he never anticipated a visit from a disciple of the Heavenly Harem Sect.

Secondly, the Sect Master was stricken with terror at the realization that shattering a dimension was a feat achievable only by cultivators at the Deva Stage.

These Deva were ancient, formidable beings scattered across the world, legendary in their might.

Witnessing a young girl shattering the dimension disrupted the Sect Master's understanding of the world.

"W-Why have you come here!"

The Sect Master demanded, a sense of fear creeping into his voice.

Despite his inclination to deny the unfolding reality, he couldn't ignore the oppressive aura emanating from Rezia, nor the visible distortions in the space around her.

Rezia's mere presence caused a rift in the space and dimension surrounding her, fracturing the reality around her.

At first glance, she appeared as an innocent young girl with short pink hair, and yellow eyes, adorned in white robes, and holding a red folding fan.

Superficially harmless, yet she exuded anything but innocence.

She was a walking disaster, a harbinger of calamity.

"Why have I come here?"

She questioned herself with feigned innocence, her finger resting against her cheek.

Moments later, she abruptly exclaimed, "Of course, it's to kill all of you, dummy,"

A wide yet eerie smile stretched across her face, her hollow yet glowing yellow eyes adding to the unsettling aura.

Her demeanor exhibited an eerie nonchalance as if discussing a routine task, akin to cutting grass.

Simultaneously, an immense pressure emanated from her, creating a thunderous 'boom' that reverberated throughout the city.

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