The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 271

Eighteen colossal statues lifted their right arms, casting forth eighteen beams of intense light, all converging into Alavin's body. Streams of energy interwove through his Channels of Energy, coursing through his veins like a raging flood washing over his entire being, ultimately gathering at his heart.

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His heart beat violently, swelling with might and contracting fiercely, as if it were about to burst, surging with tumultuous power. His blood boiled, circulating rapidly throughout his body in an unending flow.

Alavin had no awareness of what was happening. His consciousness was submerged in boundless darkness, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber.

The Legacy of the Ancient Kings continuously poured into Alavin, transforming his body. Unbeknownst to him, his heart underwent astonishing changes, even the color of his blood shifted.

Golden patterns crawled across his heart, beginning to spread throughout his veins, and strands of gold appeared in the scorching blood.

Eyla, Cedrick, and Mariela had been cast aside by the bright light, tumbling below the altar, taking a long time to slowly awaken. It was as though they had been in a deep slumber, with no recollection of what had just transpired.

"What is that…?" they exclaimed in astonishment, gazing upon the altar above where a massive heart-shaped conglomeration of light and shadows throbbed tumultuously in mid-air. Within the ‘heart,' a vague silhouette could be seen – surely, it was Alavin.

"Mariela, what do you know?" Eyla asked with curiosity, her eyes fixed on the altar.

"It must be the inheritance of the Ancient Kings. They have chosen Alavin," replied Mariela with her usual calm, neither joy nor sorrow touching her. It was an opportunity that came unbidden, and since they chose Alavin, they had their reasons. What would her mentor think? Cobalt Strike had sought this knowledge for over twenty years, only for Alavin to fulfill it.

"How did Alavin come to know of this place?"

Mariela shook her head. This was a secret of Cobalt Strike, as well as Alavin's. "I hope you can keep the secret of today."

"The Legacy of the Ancient Kings…" Cedrick murmured, a hint of envy creeping into his voice. This was a chance, a monumental one, possibly life-changing for Alavin.

Eyla glanced at the altar and suddenly chuckled. "Mariela, do you want Alavin? If not, I might make my move."

Mariela was silent and deep in thought. Her mood was nearly spoiled by the comment.

“Kings’ Acceptance, hehe, he might be a king in the making. Such a man is worth claiming early.”

Mariela was speechless.

“Let him receive the inheritance. We can’t leave empty-handed,” Eyla said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she moved deeper into the cave, finding a little fox luxuriating in the Life’s Spring, a magical treasure so rare that it was said to transform one’s very being, to purify thoroughly! A rarity in the outside world, it was priceless, yet here it was plentiful, a testament to the once-great ancient kingdom’s prosperity.

Mariela and Cedrick, no longer concerned for Alavin, each found a secluded Life’s Spring to soak in and cultivate. Compared to the ‘tattered’ weapons, a basin of Life’s Spring was a thousand times more precious.

As they meditated in the Life’s Spring, and as Alavin began to receive the inheritance, a 'stone' began to stir in a deep corner of the cave. The stone, only the size of a palm, wobbled before its surface cracked open, revealing a white shell.

It was a tiny turtle!

The Ivory Turtle shook off its stony layer. Its delicate little claws emerged, and soon, its head peeked out. It seemed to have slept far too long, looking disoriented, and gazing around in a half- sleepy daze. It was adorable and diminutive.

"Huh?" The Ivory Turtle's attention was caught by the massive 'heart' above the altar. After a moment of bewilderment, it shook its head and looked again, still confused. Then, shaking its head once more, it fixed its gaze on the altar. Its small eyes gradually regained their brightness, and its pupils dilated.

"Holy smokes!" The Ivory Turtle jolted awake, shockingly uttering a curse.

Throughout the cave, Eyla, Mariela, and Cedrick frowned slightly. Had someone just spoken?

The Ivory Turtle stared wide-eyed at the altar's strange 'heart,' seemingly in disbelief. “Inheritance? Those shameless, ancient scoundrels actually found someone to pass it on to?”

They strained their ears, hearing faint murmurs. Was it an illusion, perhaps?

"How long have I slept…" The Ivory Turtle slowly crawled forward, but a chain of ivory tethered to its shell prevented it from going far. It was trying to see who was inheriting when its gaze accidentally fell upon the nearby Life's Spring, where Mariela was submerged.

Mist rose, and in the enveloping fog, Mariela sat cross-legged, her concentration deep, absorbing the powerful essence of life. Her shoulders and below were dipped in the clear spring water, her white gown undulating gently, hinting at her perfect form. Her skin was glowing, her hair was glossy

and shiny, and her delicate features were made even more exquisite with the help of Restoration Aether. She was as beautiful as a goddess in a dream.