Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Tyr grabbed the scroll from Huevas' hand.

It felt grand to hold. Its weight was obviously not much, yet it felt like it weighed far more than the impression it gave off.

The paper scroll was dark brown in color. Its edges were ripped and battered, crumpled and tarnished to a certain degree.

The paper was wrapped around a dark purple oak carved in a majestic shape that resembled the trunk of a large and mangled jungle tree.

Tyr couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as though the air around him suddenly became thicker when he took hold of the scroll.

Huevas looked at Tyr's movements with a curious gaze, a slight smirk pulling at his lips.

Tyr was a bit mesmerized by the cultivation technique. 'It feels like I'm holding a chunk of history in my hands. I've never felt something like this before.'

It was almost overwhelming and unable to be described by Tyr's understanding.

After a second or so, Tyr attempted to unroll the scroll and open it up.

He clutched the handle, unrolling the paper slightly.

A sudden jolt of purple Aura that mimicked electricity bounced out of the scroll, striking Tyr in the chest.

It traveled throughout his body, unleashing sparks of purple lightning.

Before Tyr knew it, he had fallen unconscious.

When he woke up, he saw Huevas' worried face above him.

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Huevas let out a massive sigh of relief as soon as Tyr's eyelids flew open. "Phew! That was close."

"What... the hell are you trying to do!? Kill me?" Tyr abruptly sat up.

"M-my apologies! I forgot to mention... whatever you try with this cultivation technique, do it with caution. You never know what it can throw at you."

Tyr shook his head, staring back at the scroll. "So you haven't been able to open it either, then, I assume?"

"I have," Huevas said, "and so has the Faction Sovereign."

Tyr's eyelids narrowed. "So then why have you given it to me? Clearly, I can't do it either."

Huevas didn't hesitate to reply. "Well, opening it is a matter of caution and technique. What lies after is the difficult part."

Tyr's gaze intensified with intrigue.

Huevas exhaled. "The Chaos Veil Sutra... this technique is a beast. A treacherous beast that lies dormant. Sure, it attacks you when you try to open it. But when you do, the real difficulty is actually defeating that beast and taming it so that it allows you to use it without any trouble."

The man stood up, walking toward the sliding door exit. "Both I and the Faction Sovereign have failed miserably to go against that beast. When we use the cultivation technique, we enter its domain. A frightening wasteland of catastrophic power that we cannot even fathom."

Tyr's eyes opened slowly as he heard this. 'That strong? That even they can't scratch?' He knew how many realms above him Huevas was, so to think of something being even that much stronger was almost unbelievable.

"Again... why have you given it to me then?" Tyr asked, still not fully understanding.

"What?" Huevas said, a bit confused himself. "Don't you get it? You aren't just some nobody." A short pause ensued before Huevas said, "You, Tyr Evolion, are the Dragon Tamer."

Tyr's gaze slowly traveled back to the scroll. 'The Dragon Tamer, huh? How the hell did I even tame Ares? I don't really think I ever tamed him except for that time I beat his ass. Soul Marking linked our souls, but I can't use something like that on a cultivation technique...'

Huevas opened the sliding door. "If anyone in this world can do it, I'd bet my life that it would be you. Eventually, when Lord Ares grows into an adult, you will see how much weight your title truly holds."

After another pause, something came to Tyr's mind. "Oh yeah... what about the symbol of the dungeon you were talking about? Is that important?"

"We don't know yet. But I believe that it is. However, that's just a gut feeling, so don't get too caught up on it." Huevas snapped his finger, and a giant bowl of ramen appeared on the small table before Tyr.

It was filled with ingredients and toppings, from green onions to coriander, peppers and spices, dark and delicious broth along with an array of sliced meats. Of course, the noodles sat steaming at the bottom, ready to be slurped right up.

Tyr's expression brightened as he saw this, his mouth instantly watering.

"This is the first day of your arrival at the Ten High Peak Faction. I believe our next meeting will be in the Faction Branch Tournament... by then, I trust that you will have conquered this technique, young Tyr. Farewell until then..." Huevas exited the room.

Tyr felt the floor shake slightly after a few seconds of Huevas' exit, signifying his retreat to another place.

'All the way until that tournament, huh? Well... I guess he is a busy man.' His eyes looked at the ramen, but then switched his gaze back toward the cultivation technique.

Although he was deathly hungry, his desire to conquer this technique had increased by leaps and bounds after what it did to him mere seconds ago.

He understood the strength of this technique, and that hunger for power was far more significant in his mind than the hunger for food.

"The Chaos Veil Sutra, was it?" Tyr muttered, grabbing the scroll and turning it over.

He closely inspected the symbol that was melted into the seal of the scroll.

Instantly, he felt an odd connection with the symbol. It didn't feel random.

This led him to scan it for a while longer.

One... three... ten minutes passed as Tyr continued to unravel his mind on what the symbol could be.

"Ah..." He finally got it, his eyes narrowing in. "The ember of fire surrounded by a ring. The same symbol in the Truid Dungeon... where I first retrieved Ares' egg."