……… Please read 191 again…I confused it with 193….I’m soo sorry!!… ——- Zilan had stayed in bed for a few days slowly recovering from the side-effects of the spirit wraith summoning. His disciples had come to visit him a little while ago causing quite the commotion. They barraged him with so many questions that he could barely answer them. And …

    …… Kifo suddenly walked into Zilan’s room, “There’s someone who wants to see you.” He said. His expression as he spoke told Zilan more than his actual words. The surprise and confusion on his face could not be masked or rather he didn’t care to conceal it causing Zilan to wonder who it was that had come. “Who …

…… Zilan’s eyes flung open however, to his surprise he was not at the Mountain as he had expected instead he found himself in his room, in bed, covered in sheets. His injuries were completely healed up but Zilan could still feel blistering pain from all over his body, it worsened whenever he attempted to move. This mysterious pain was …

…….. ‘Soul Alchemy!’ Zilan’s ears perked up when he heard this. “Soul Alchemy…how does it work? How do you imbue something with Soul? Can you show me?” Zilan asked. Before hearing the Chairman’s story, the thing he desired most was the secrets and teachings of Soul Alchemy thus now that the opportunity was finally here, he had to grab it. …

…….. “How did I survive?” The Chairman laughed. “Roho picked me to survive.” Zilan was stunned, he wanted to ask why but he did not how to phrase it. “When we were targeted by the Heavens, we knew that we were in for a tough battle for survival. However, I suspect even Roho could not believe the amount of powerful …

……… “I come from a place extremely far from here. In truth this plane we’re on now is so insignificantly small that most do not even know of its existence.” Stated the Chairman. “As you can probably tell, I am no human nor am I Beast. Most of the people in the Universe would refer to me and my people …

………. “Summoning a Spirit Wraith against my bridge, clever. You took quite the risk though, what if I couldn’t heal you?” The Ancient voice suddenly sounded closer. Before Zilan could even blink a round mass of pure white light the size of a small ball appeared right in front of him. It then morphed into a robed figure whose skin …

………. Zilan continued with his desperate struggle. Up in ‘space’ his feet never stopped, he was using sheer will to force himself through marking after marking. Each time he did, a sensation unlike pain but without a doubt much more damaging would envelope him. It was hell but Zilan understood that he needed to fight through it. His body above …

………. When Zilan had just arrived before the altar, the majority of the audience were extremely envious, some of them imagined themselves in his shoes while others wished ill on him, praying that he would suddenly choke to death. When he was standing above the ‘Supreme Scripture’ their feelings of envy and jealousy were quickly converted to expectancy. They all …

…… Zilan cautiously yet expectantly walked towards the altar. His heart beat spiked and his palms became sweaty. The closer he got towards the altar, the more excited he got. He would finally be able to start putting his plan into progress, his dream as well as his mission would finally start to take shape after what seemed like an …