SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Kent took a long moment to consider the proposal. The weight of the Supreme Spear Magus's request was not lost on him. Finally, he nodded, thinking of present situation. "I agree, Elder."

The Spear Magus smiled approvingly as Kent stored the artifact in his storage ring. "Excellent. My artifact will definitely aid you in the trials ahead. Use it wisely."

"Hmmhh... I never thought the Supreme Beings would show favouritism and mix with the weak ones, forgetting their status. How shameful..." A loud, mocking voice echoed across the assembly as the Demonic Tree Sect princess, Maya, spoke sarcastically. Her words dripped with disdain, completely disregarding the status of the Supreme Spear Magus.

As her voice trailed off, the Spear Magus turned, his fierce gaze locking onto Maya. The air seemed to crackle with his fury. All the disciples who had remained standing until now fell to their knees, and even Maya, her defiance faltering, nearly collapsed to the ground.

Walking slowly and purposefully, the Spear Magus approached Maya. His presence was overwhelming, and as he placed his foot before her face, which was now pressed to the ground, he spoke with a voice as cold and unyielding as iron.

"Even your father will fear to speak with me. How dare you raise your voice against me? Has the Demonic Tree Sect forgotten the day I visited, or do I need to make another visit? It is my wish to mix with whomever I choose. There are many more powerful than you on this planet who have the humility you lack. Learn to behave."

The Supreme Spear Magus extended his hand, and with a crackling noise, his spear appeared, almost as if materializing from thin air, and landed with a resounding thud into his grip. He struck the ground with it, sending a shockwave rippling along the earth, a tangible reminder of his overwhelming power.

Maya's face flushed with a mix of fear and humiliation, her previous arrogance shattered. The shockwave forced her further into submission, her body trembling.

With a final, disdainful smirk, the Spear Magus rose high into the air, positioning himself near the barrier of the inheritance ground. His presence, like an unassailable mountain, loomed over the assembly, reminding all present of his absolute authority.

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The disciples dared not move, their earlier excitement tempered by the raw display of power and dominance. Kent, witnessing the encounter, felt a mix of awe and resolve.

With that, the Supreme Spear Magus turned and ascended back into the sky, leaving Kent to ponder the unexpected encounter. The onlookers, still reeling from the surprise, began to murmur amongst themselves, the scene they had just witnessed becoming the talk of the assembly.

Kent, now the center of attention, felt a new weight on his shoulders but also a new enemies.

The Supreme Spear Magus moved close to the barrier, with a wave of his hand, the barrier shimmered and began to dissolve, revealing the entrance to the inheritance ground. The disciples tensed, their anticipation reaching a fever pitch.

"Everyone!" the Supreme Spear Magus's voice boomed across the assembly, imbued with authority and power. "You stand at the threshold of greatness. Beyond this barrier lies the inheritance ground, where the trials and treasures of the ancients await. Prove your worth, and the legacy of our world shall be yours!"

As the portal to the inheritance ground opened, the tense atmosphere shifted instantly. The memory of the recent confrontation faded as 1033 disciples erupted into loud cries and excited shouts. Under the watchful eyes of the wizards, the disciples entered the portal in an orderly fashion.

Upon passing through the barrier, they found themselves in a thick forest, its dense canopy shrouded in heavy rain. The downpour was relentless, soaking everything beneath it and turning the ground into a muddy pit.

Thunder rumbled ominously, adding to the already charged atmosphere. Despite the excitement, the disciples hesitated, waiting for their partners instead of marching ahead alone.

Sects began to gather into large groups, each clustering around their respective banners.

Families surrounded themselves with their own, forming protective circles. The disciples, who had once been a united front, quickly divided into several smaller groups. The scene was chaotic yet organized, with each faction instinctively seeking the safety and strength of their numbers.

Amidst this gathering chaos, a young man with an umbrella over his head walked calmly into the forest, seemingly indifferent to the frenetic activity around him. His measured pace and composed demeanor stood in stark contrast to the rest of the disciples.

This young man was Kent, his expression focused and unwavering. Beside him, a petite lolly with an air of quiet determination stuck close, her large eyes alert to their surroundings. Tata Lan, with her youthful appearance and doll-like features, moved silently, her steps almost mirroring Kent's

The rain battered the umbrella, but it provided a small, dry sanctuary for Kent and Tata Lan. The canopy above offered little protection from the elements, but the umbrella, a gift from the

Supreme Spear Magus, seemed to repel the worst of the storm with ease. Together, they ventured deeper into the forest, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the soggy earth.

Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder echoed through the forest. The sky split open, and a bolt of crimson lightning struck with a blinding flash. It hit a large group of disciples who had gathered together for protection.

The lightning strike was devastating, the energy surging through the ground and claiming the lives of several unfortunate disciples instantly. Their cries of pain and shock filled the air, a stark reminder of the perilous environment they had entered.

The scene descended into chaos as those nearby scrambled to help the fallen. Panic rippled through the disciples, their earlier excitement overshadowed by fear.

Kent and Tata Lan paused, glancing back at the scene. Kent's expression remained stoic, though a flicker of concern crossed his eyes. Tata Lan clung a little closer to him, her small frame trembling slightly.

"Big brother, should we help them...?" Tata Lan's voice was barely audible over the din.

Kent shook his head, his grip tightening on the umbrella. "We need to keep moving. We can't afford to get involved with these big groups."

Tata Lan nodded, trusting Kent's judgment implicitly. They continued their journey into the depths of the forest, leaving the chaos behind. The rain continued to fall, its steady rhythm a counterpoint to the turmoil they had just witnessed.

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