As Ery returned to the Shambala Underwater Kingdom, he was greeted by a grand spectacle—a lively feast. The shimring halls of the kingdom were adorned with glowing corals and bioluminescent plants that illuminated the water around them, creating a surreal, enchanting atmosphere. Long tables covered in exotic sea delicacies. Vibrant plates of seaweed salads, marinated kelp, and rare underwater fruits, so glowing faintly, others pulsating with energy, were arranged in intricate patterns. Crystal clams served with golden pearls inside and giant sea snails cooked in fragrant herbs filled the air with rich, unfamiliar aromas. The food was as much a visual experience as it was for taste, appealing to all senses simultaneously.
Hundreds of rn, rmaids, and fishfolk—creatures with fins and scales of every hue imaginable—swam gracefully around the feast. They laughed and conversed, their voices echoing through the water like a lody, adding to the festive ambiance. Music played from instrunts made of seashells and coral, the tones soft and haunting, carried by the currents.
Despite the jovial mood, Ery was a bit taken aback by the abrupt shift in tone.
Just hours ago, Supre Lord Quatukan had put him through a life-threatening test. Now, the Sea Sovereign sat at the head of the feast, his imposing figure relaxed and joyful, calling his closest confidants to join the celebration. His mood was infectious, and it wasn't long before those around him joined in hearty conversation.
In the middle of the hall, Ery saw Grand Magus Neytiri, her commanding presence softened by the festive atmosphere. She was dressed in intricately woven seaweed garnts, her skin shimring like the surface of the water under moonlight.
As Ery approached, he noticed another figure standing near Neytiri.
Standing tall and imposing, a muscular Grand Magus hybrid, his body covered in gleaming crystal blue shells, exuded a familiar yet chilling presence. Ery's eyes widened in surprise as he realized who this Grand Magus was. It was the sa massive godly-level beast he had fought re hours ago.
Neytiri, always with a playful smile, leaned toward Ery and spoke with a teasing tone. "This is Klawf, my father's oldest friend."
Klawf turned his cold gaze to Ery, his expression unreadable. His powerful, silent stare lingered for a mont, and then, without uttering a single word, he turned and made his way to the dining table, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hall.
Seeing Ery's confusion, Neytiri chuckled softly. "He doesn't speak much... but believe , that was his most hospitable gesture." After the long and vibrant celebration, Ery finally found himself face-to-face with the Supre Lord Quatukan. Though the conversation was brief, it carried the weight of importance. Ery had been seeking to understand the Supre Lord's true intentions, and while Quatukan remained reserved, his daughter Neytiri stepped in to fill in the gaps with her usual playful deanor.
Quatukan's satisfaction with Ery's talents was clear. He granted both Ery and Klea unrestricted access to the Infinity Seamount during its seasonal anomalies—an opportunity that few ever received. More surprisingly, the Supre Lord offered the chance for Ery to spar with Grand Magus Klawf, should he desire it.
The Supre Lord's generosity didn't end there. He asked if Ery had any requests or needs, promising to assist in any way he could. Though the offer seed genuine, it only heightened Ery's discomfort. The sudden kindness and favor from such a powerful figure—one with whom Ery had no prior relationship—felt unnerving.
Refusing could be taken as a grave insult, so Ery responded by asking for sothing less personal but still valuable—rare underwater materials; flora, and fauna from the Shambala Kingdom's depths.
Neytiri was assigned to assist him, ensuring that Ery's needs would be t.
Ery and Klea left the feast with gratitude, following the female Grand Magus in gathering the rare underwater materials he had requested. As they walked, Ery saw an opportunity to probe deeper into the reasons behind the Supre Lord's sudden generosity.
The question lingered in his mind: Was this due to the Elixir?
With this thought in mind, Ery cautiously explained that he could not guarantee a constant supply of the elixir, not at the mont. His current focus was tied to fulfilling a request for the insectoid race, which took precedence over any other commitnts.
The female Grand Magus, however, dispelled his concerns, revealing that the Supre Lord was a straightforward figure. He helped those he liked and showed no rcy to those he did not. There were no elaborate sches at play. One of the reasons behind the Supre Lord's favor was tied to Ery's rising prominence. His na had spread far and wide, especially among the half-bloods.
Neytiri shows a hint of amusent, "Instructor Ery… don't you realize how famous you are now? Especially among us half-bloods?"
Ery was montarily taken aback by the statent. He had been aware of his public challenge to Nephilim Hall and knew that defeating their apostles had drawn significant attention. However, his focus had been on his training for the past six months, and he had paid little mind to the broader impact of his actions. Now, it dawned on him that his growing fa had reached even the ears of a Supre being like the Sea Sovereign.
The visit to Shambala Kingdom concluded on a note of mutual cooperation. The agreent reached would benefit both sides: Ery would provide a regular supply of elixirs for the Fishn. In return, the kingdom would contribute valuable genetic material to his Supre Gene Research, further advancing the project. Additionally, the Shambala Kingdom agreed to openly trade their rare underwater resources with his apothecary shops.
After concluding the agreent, Ery and Klea left the vast underwater kingdom, traveling swiftly back to the academy hall.
Upon their return, Ery wasted no ti heading straight into his domain, eager to make use of the newfound sea materials he had acquired. Among them was the one he got from the academy, the [Spring Lotus Fruit].
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