After hearing about the story, Nightin knew that something must have happened to them, it wouldn"t make sense for Casper and them to vanish at the same time.
He was able to make a few deductions, but everything just seems to unrealistic to have happened.
The Golden Crow then explained "None of us vanished during that battle, both Casper and us had all suffer from different degrees of injuries and retreated. As for where Casper went, none of us has any idea."
Nightin understood everything after the Golden Crow explained this, it was clear that the Eight Evil were the leaders of the evil force which was residing in the lower realm.
Nightin"s face deepened as he asked the Golden Crow "Senior, judging from what you have just said, the evil force should belong in those realms, what are they doing down here in such a low ranking realm?"
The Golden Crow didn"t answer, only after the time of a few minutes have pa.s.sed, did he sigh and told Nightin "Haish, looks like the fate of this cultivation era would be on your shoulder."
Nightin wanted to continue asking, but the Golden Crow clearly didn"t want to reply and had questions of his own to clarify as he vanished From Nightin"s view.
Nightin immediately used his soul detection and tried to scan around, but realised that it was actually already daybreak.
The wind was blowing on his skin as his hair started to fly from behind him, his eyes were closed as he tried to make sense of whatever he had just heard, especially what the Golden Crow had last told him? The fate of his era lies on his shoulder? Just what was he trying to say?
Countless questions were waiting for an answer, but they won"t come seeking for him, it was up to him to find them.
Raising his head up, the morning sun greeted him with a sharp glare of light, he closed his eyes as he decided to embrace the world.
Since challenges would always come towards him, retreat wasn"t an option anymore, he would fight it head on without any fear.
On the street, many cultivators could be seen rus.h.i.+ng towards the heart of the city, excitement and antic.i.p.ation was plastered on their face as they dashed as fast as their body could handle.
"Hey guys, speed up if you don"t want to miss it!"
"Of course we"ll be doing that, all the stall vendors have closed shop today just to spectate it!"
"What are you waiting for man, let"s go already!"
It seems like some big event is taking place today, I wonder how they are faring right now? Nightin thought to himself as he continued walking towards the heart of the city at a steady pace.
He wanted to make use of this time to relax himself as he continuously circulated his spirit energy within his body, he was still cultivating even though he was walking, his current achievements weren"t just from the system, he had struggled just for it.
His spirit essence may not be increasing right now, but it was of paramount importance for him to adapt to his newfound strength, it would greatly affect his combat strength if he can"t even control his spirit essence well.
Back at the King Forces tournament, Lancelot was p.i.s.sed off by the whole arrangement of this tournament, their sect was actually treated as a joke by everyone including the fourth grade sects led by a mere Martial Lord.
You aren"t wrong about the word mere, their opponents aren"t worthy to be of the Martial Lord caliber, they were confident that they can sweep down anyone in the Martial Lord realm, only a Martial King can bring them a true challenge and force out their true strength.
Many people were gathered below the stage as they scanned around and saw that there were actually six King Forces partic.i.p.ating.
A sixth King Force had finally been born as they emerge and stood out from the rest, but it"s apparent that the fame that they"ve built up wasn"t sufficient and their sect leader was missing as well.
This wasn"t what surprised the whole lower realm, what surprised all of them was the Nirvana sect rising to fame in just slightly more than a year.
The organiser on duty today stood on the stage as he questioned Lancelot who stood at the front of everyone "Where is your sect master? If he doesn"t arrive within five minutes, I"m afraid that you guys will have to say goodbye early.
It was clear that the organiser was suppressing them on purpose.
Lancelot wasn"t willing to accept this fate, so were the others as they immediately attempted to questioned back.
Lancelot wanted to rebut the organiser as well, but knows that doing so would result in them falling into the trap, making use of his spiritual sense, he told everyone "Back down, don"t fall into the trap."
Everyone immediately regained their calmness and tranquility could be seen in their eyes, as everyone calmed down, Lancelot told the organiser "It isn"t part of your scope to question the whereabouts of our sect master, but you won"t have to worry as he"ll definitely arrive here soon."
Lancelot"s voice sounded calm, yet it actually held a sense of hidden hostility towards the organiser, only the respective King forces leader and a few old fogeys witnessed this, but none of them stood out to expose Lancelot as they watched the scene unfold before their eyes.
The crowd felt curious, why was the organiser kneeling on the ground? Some people who were more observant trailed back their thoughts and found the reason, but all of them kept silent.
Even so, the organiser still had to fulfill his duty as he asked once again, but this time in a voice filled with respect and slight fear "Great disciple of the Nirvana sect, may I inquire about the whereabouts of your sect master? I"m worried that we can progress without him for the next segment."
Lancelot knew that the organiser wasn"t pulling tricks this time and couldn"t find a method to stall more time, but he still had to somehow as he took out his precious spear refined by the lightning from the heavens.
It was the last birthday gift from his parents before they departed from this world, the Heavenly Tribulation Spear which was of a silver colour, its rod was made of a unique kind of wood also known as firebolt wood which holds two elemental characteristics and takes hundred years to develop.
Its tip and the whole spear itself was of a exquisite design and it was clear that its rarity was something beyond what the lower realm holds, a Savior rank treasure which has unlocked its growth potential through the lighting refinement.
Circulating his spirit essence into the spear, he sent a bolt of lightning into the sky which was of a brought about a blue flame as well, a lightning blue in colour rumbled the skies as a huge thunder shocked everyone.