Strongest Among the Heavens
Chapter 499: Prediction

Chapter 499: Prediction

"So, my theory came to fruition. I suspected that one of the reasons for the difficulty in transitioning into the Golden Pellet was because Cultivators spent too long training and molding their Dantians. The longer one does it, the less the Dantians and the meridians wish for it to leave. It becomes a scar on your soul. Theoretically, there must be a perfect balance. A window of time where you are able to get the most of your Dantians to make the most powerful Golden Pellet."

Unfortunately...

"That knowledge is not known to me. Many things are not. It is the curse that I walk for what I do."

For what he would do.

The five children of Old Rocco. Xavier had taken them elsewhere in the castle while he meditated for the past week.

"My Qi Sense’s range has improved. Excellent."

He sensed in detail the entirety of the castle. Four floors, twenty-seven rooms, four bathrooms, a library, a kitchen, a dance ball, and the hidden area where Mehen had been hiding. The outside was a shade of dark brown, almost black, and it was both Egyptian and gothic in tone. A strange castle built through hundreds of years of secretary and gathering of power.

The Egyptian god Mehen had been forgotten and weakened of his form to an extreme degree. He acted through two primary worshippers: Prophet Mehenet who was blessed with an object/power of hypnosis and regularly went outside, and Khamose the guardian of Mehen’s Ka and Ba.

A weak god.

Another matter to consider was his equipment. Ruh al-Qital: Woven by the illustrious Al-Khayzuran and intended for the greatest of martial artists. It was said to have been worn by a winner of the Heavenly Games.

When Dasha got it, he noticed it had been stitched back together. In other words, the gi had been discarded. Everything Dasha had been handed, the invisibility cloak and his gi, they were all second-grade. Dasha was not surprised, he was Jack the Ripper from the perspective of the Whispers. To be their guardian, he received quality but did not receive the best in fear of what he would do.

’At the very least, that is what Daughter told them. If they knew I was this supposed Great Sin...’

Well, things would be different. They would not hand anything at all. They would not even speak to him.

"Now that I’ve formed a Golden Pellet, I can feel myself much more connected to my gi. Alas, with it being second-grade, I doubt its ceiling will be high enough for my goals."

To be the strongest in power and influence. That was his goal. His power was as good as it could be right now. It was time to finish what he started.

’I checked Prophet Mehenet’s corpse. He had nothing on him. Yoon Sun-young likely pocketed the device that can hypnotize the giants. By now, I’m sure she’s long gone too.’

His Qi Sense detected the five children of Old Rocco. Xavier was keeping them in rooms. Probably feeding them and keeping them well. Not his ideal way of conditioning him.

He went from the basement area up the stairs to the first floor. In place of the hatch was a giant hole, an explosion of an attack from Sun-young. On the second floor was where the hallways, the kids and the rooms were.

First turn to the right and fourth room on his left was where they were located. Dasha opened the door.

Dasha stepped into the darkly room, his Qi Sense already painting a clear picture of what lay within. The five children sat together, some huddled close, others sitting upright, wary, their eyes darting toward him as he entered. The air in the room was thick—not just with the scent of dust and damp wood, but with an unspoken tension.

Xavier stood near the doorway, his brimmed hat tilted slightly downward, shadowing his face. He had been tending to them—feeding them.

Dasha’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the small remnants of food scattered on wooden plates. Fresh water sat in clay bowls. The children weren’t starving. They weren’t being broken in.

’I planned to let them starve for a time. Just enough for them to feel it. Just enough to remind Old Rocco of what’s at stake. Starving children listen. They don’t resist. They understand fear.’

The eldest of the group, the dark-skinned boy with coiled hair, stared at Dasha, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His posture was protective, positioning himself slightly in front of the younger ones. This one had guts. A dangerous thing in a child that could be easily leveraged.

Dasha turned his attention fully to the children, his sharp gaze moving over them. The eldest boy, the one with fire in his eyes, would be a problem, yes, but the girl beside him, with olive-toned skin and desert-worn features, was calmer albeit just as wary. More...negotiable. The freckled boy, young but not fragile, watched him with calculating eyes. The mahogany-skinned child, likely a sibling to one of the others, had their hands curled tightly in their lap, quiet but alert. And then the last—the frail one, ghostly pale, barely seven.

Dasha put his arms behind him, letting his presence settle over them. "Names."

The eldest hesitated, but then squared his shoulders. "Omar."

The girl next to him, the desert-born one, spoke next. "Reem."

The freckled child swallowed before answering. "Noah."

The mahogany-skinned one took a moment before speaking. "Issa."

Then there was the youngest. The pale one whose gender was impossible to decipher. They didn’t answer at first, speaking in the lightest of whispers. "Elias."

Dasha studied each of them in turn, already making calculations. Two should go back to Old Rocco, Dasha decided. The rest would be bargaining chips.

Omar, the eldest, was too defiant. Keeping him would mean risking rebellion. His protective nature made him a leader among them. That made him useful—but not here.

Elias, on the other hand, was weak. Frail, sickly even. A liability. The type to tug hearts.

Dasha made his decision.

"Omar and Elias will go back to Old Rocco," Dasha ordered.

Omar’s expression hardened. "I’m not leaving them."

"You are," Dasha said simply. "You and Elias, the weak one. The little one will need you."

Elias flinched at that but said nothing, staring down at the floor.

Omar looked ready to argue, his fists trembling at his sides, but Reem put a hand on his arm. She gave him a look—one that said, Not now.

Xavier remained quiet. He had expected as much.

Dasha turned toward him. "How do you suggest we get them past the Great Wall?"

"..."

"Nothing?"

"The giants are simply too powerful," Xavier admitted. "I believe you would have to be at the Nascent Soul level to be able to fight them."

Each of them were Class Seven or Eight, Xavier was saying. Dasha’s own abilities had improved drastically.

[ Core Formation (Early Stage)

Subtype: Support

Rank: S

Learn to focus all three Dantians and connect the three whirlpools of immense Qi. As a result, a Golden Pellet or Golden Orb is formed; the cultivator has successfully concentrated their cultivation base into an almighty orb. Internal Healing is automatic. Primary elements manifest as outward Qi, either as a mish-mash or a singular element. Balance of yin and yang is necessary. All stats increase by +650.

Ideally, it is wiser to establish individual Dantians before forming a Golden Pellet. The genius of the user, Dasha Pang, has circumvented this and further amplified the Golden Pellet. All stats increase by +100. ]

[ Qi Gathering (Late Stage)

Subtype: Support

Cost: —

Rank: C

Focus, gather Qi, and gain a 1000% increase in MP/minute. Draw in so much Natural Qi that colour, shape, and mass can be drained. ]

With his current Core Formation and Qi Gathering, Dasha Pang was officially Class 5 without any equipment.

Xavier’s eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh no. Oh no. No, no, no!"

Dasha cocked his head. "What’s wrong—"

"The Kingslayer! The Kingslayer is on the move! Hide! Keep this Territory hidden!"

That was when Dasha himself felt it.

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