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Outside The Mirror...
"Cris," said Valeria in a hushed tone, her voice echoing softly in the cavernous space where they had gathered. Her eyes were filled with a mix of reverence and concern as she addressed her little brother. "Now, Sister, I will start cultivating," Cris replied with a serene confidence that bordered on the otherworldly. His voice, though quiet, seemed to resonate with an ancient power that demanded attention.
"You take care of Eve," he added, his gaze briefly meeting Valeria's before he turned away, his movements graceful as he settled into a lotus position on the cold, stone floor. Valeria nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of responsibility.
As Cris closed his eyes and began to meditate, the atmosphere around him seemed to shift.
A palpable energy, ancient and mysterious, began to radiate from his form, filling the cavern with a faint, pulsating glow. Valeria watched in awe as wisps of mist-like energy curled around Cris, dancing in ethereal patterns that spoke of unseen realms and forgotten truths.
Suddenly, the air grew charged with power, and Valeria felt a tingling sensation prickling her skin. Before her eyes, visions began to unfold like scenes from a tapestry of legend and myth.
She saw a raging battlefield, the clash of swords and the cries of men echoing through the ages. Blood stained the earth as warriors fought for honor and glory, a scene both terrifying and awe-inspiring in its intensity.
Amidst the chaos, she glimpsed Cris—a figure of ethereal light amidst the carnage, his presence commanding both fear and reverence from those around him.
Holy spirits materialized, their forms radiant with divine light, bowing before Cris as if acknowledging his ascendancy over the realms of heaven and earth.
But the visions did not stop there. Valeria's breath caught in her throat as she beheld creatures of darkness and shadow, demonic entities of myriad forms kneeling before Cris in submission.
Their eyes glowed with a mixture of fear and adoration, their forms twisting and contorting in eerie homage to the power emanating from Cris.
In another vision, she saw Cris seated upon a majestic throne that seemed to span the heavens themselves. Stars twinkled in the backdrop, forming constellations that pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Angels and demons alike bowed before him, acknowledging his sovereignty over the cosmos.
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As the Mysterious Scripture given by that old Cultivatior suddenly materialized, it was enveloped in an intense, blinding radiance that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.
The air was electrified with an otherworldly energy, and the atmosphere inside the cave was charged with an almost palpable sense of anticipation.
The bright light, akin to a thousand suns bursting forth in unison, rapidly began to take on a life of its own, swirling and churning with an mesmerizing intensity that was both captivating and unsettling.
As the light continued to build in power and magnitude, it started to coalesce into a shimmering, iridescent barrier that enveloped the cave, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rough-hewn walls.
The barrier pulsed with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic power, as if it were alive and throbbing with an ancient, mystical energy.
With an eerie, unsettling silence, the barrier began to solidify, its translucent walls thickening into an impenetrable, crystal-like structure that seemed to defy the very laws of physics.
The light, now a blazing, incandescent aura, continued to emanate from the Scripture, casting an unearthly glow across the cave's interior.
As the barrier reached its full, formidable strength, it became clear that it was not just a simple obstruction, but a powerful, sentient entity that had been awakened by the Mysterious Scripture's sudden manifestation.
The air inside the cave seemed to vibrate with an almost audible hum, as if the very fabric of reality was being warped and distorted by the barrier's immense power.
And then, in a move that was both unexpected and terrifying, the barrier began to exert a strange, almost gravitational pull on the surrounding environment.
The rocks, the dust, and even the very air itself seemed to be drawn inexorably towards the barrier, as if it were a black hole of sorts, warping the local space-time continuum to its will.
The vision, once free to roam and explore the cave's depths, was now trapped, confined to a tiny, shrinking sphere of perception that was rapidly being compressed by the barrier's crushing, omnipotent power.
It was as if the Mysterious Scripture, in its infinite wisdom, had decreed that the secrets of the Riyan's Secret would remain forever hidden, locked away behind an impenetrable veil of light and energy.
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Next Chapter "20. Living in Mountains...[3]", Sorry For Delay, I had Severe Cold For Few Days...Sorry For Short Chapter.
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