Chapter 128: Conclusions, Sect Return, A New Master
In the lands of the Whispering Expanse True World, within a palace seated in the center of a massive, now mostly shattered, formation—
"Arrrrrgghh!!! Damn you, Daoist Bright Blade!!
Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!!"
A towering demonic beast of a man roared in fury, his voice shaking the palace walls. A glowing white sword-shaped scar burned across his arm, its aura corroding his flesh.
"Ugh... This generation's Bright Brilliant Blade Sect Master is just as formidable as the last as seen on the memory script I inherited... You'll pay for this. You'll all pay…"
He growled, fury bubbling beneath his skin. Yet amid the rage, his mind was consumed by one thing:
"The Key…
Though the formation was incomplete, I was finally able to gain a faint lock onto that presence.
You will fall into my hands, no matter what.
I will find you—
And I will devour you!"
His demonic aura surged uncontrollably, shaking the land in a three-mile radius with a dreadful rumble.
The Whispering Expanse True World had become a realm of constant war, riddled with the rise and fall of countless powers. And it wasn't just internal—outside forces had begun their advance. Though still part of the greater Whispering Expanse, this True World now acted like a massive gate—similar to the one connecting to the Desert Red Star Continent, only this one led into the Purple Starmist Continent.
And from every direction, the invasions continued, like a plague without end.
Back on Desert Red Star – Brawlmanica
The wars in Brawlmanica had finally ceased. All surviving noble armies, the Royal Army, sect cultivators, and various tribal factions began their withdrawal, cleaning up lingering enemies along the way.
The extended members of White Star Radiance began to disperse. Many returned to their homelands, while others relocated to a newly established haven created by the Fae Grand Spirit Alliance in another country.
Princess Helga returned to the Royal Palace alongside her guards, soldiers, and fellow nobles. As for Ramiro, he and the Lion's Spearheart temporarily resided with the Leon Clan—a decision supported by the Bright Brilliant Blade Sect.
With the temporary end of hostilities, political and social shifts began stirring. Among them:
The elevation of the Leon clan's territory from a Barony to a Viscounty.
Formal talks of a certain engagement...
Rumors of an even further rise to Earldom, should more merit be accumulated.
Amberleaf, Joe-Pine, and Shirleaf returned to the newly relocated Fanged Elf Kingdom, though not without reluctance—especially Amberleaf, who was torn about leaving both Elton and Shayleaf behind. But her departure was necessary. They would reunite at the Bright Brilliant Blade Sect in time.
The Black Reaper Corps traveled to the Brassaint Country, just beyond the Makayo Spirit Sword Kingdom in a land long known for its instability. There, they began construction of a stronghold, using the wealth, loot, and merit they'd earned through Brawlmanica's alliance rewards.
They weren't alone. Backing them—directly or indirectly—were Zoro, Kageha, and Kuroha, along with modest support from the Bright Brilliant Blade Sect itself.
Erica, meanwhile, was reluctantly taken back to a major Soloman Clan estate, under pressure from her parents and clan elders. It was pitched as a time for "rest" and discussions about "certain topics." Though exhausted and injured, Erica admitted it was a good place to recover—and to reconnect with family.
Still, she resented the way Elton was being treated, at least in her eyes. What she didn't realize was that opinions within the clan—and beyond—had begun to shift. Regardless of whether they liked Elton or not, everyone now acknowledged his extraordinary potential. Many even believed they owed him for his role in erecting the Star Sword Barrier that had saved thousands during the final clash.
Christy returned home to recover from her wounds—and invited Elton to join her. He and Zoro arrived, heavily bandaged beneath their garments, but Elton masked his pain with his usual Smile and calm.
Christy's heart nearly shattered seeing him like that, but she endured the feeling—choosing not to let it show, so he wouldn't worry. She even had to pull Shayleaf aside and insist she take care of Elton until Christy returned to the sect.
Shayleaf, understanding the depth of her emotions, nodded sincerely.
Even Christy's parents, though concerned, were immensely proud of their daughter—and of the handsome, battle-worn young man she'd chosen to stand beside.
After spending a few nights recovering—alongside Zoro—Elton slowly regained some mobility. Together with Shayleaf, Kageha, and Kuroha, they departed for the sect in a flying magical vehicle, traveling at a steady pace. The return journey took four days.
Upon arrival, all of them were immediately brought to the healing center, where they received treatment with the utmost care and priority.
Two weeks passed.
Elton and Zoro, having sustained the most serious injuries, were finally able to move about on their own. Their recovery was slow but steady. In recognition of their valor and accomplishments in the war, both were awarded special honors by the sect leadership.
It was during this period that a mysterious figure approached the two of them.
"Elton. Zoro. From this moment forward, I will be taking the two of you as my personal disciples."
The man's voice was calm, confident—yet oddly difficult to pin down.
"My name is (…)
I am something of a guest elder of the Bright Brilliant Blade Sect.
You both possess incredible talent… and I wish to personally cultivate it.
In the near future, I'll also be guiding that boy, Ramiro.
As for Shayleaf, Erica, and Christy—someone else will be overseeing their development.
You all are key assets to be nurtured...
…By the grace of the B**********ror."
He spoke with a smile—his eyes sharp, yet oddly warm.
Yet strangely, none of them could remember his name, nor the name of the divine entity he referred to.
Even Elton's inner voice—usually sharp and suspicious—rang muted alarm bells but could not quite understand why.
It was as if their very primal instincts denied them access to that information... and they all accepted it as completely normal.
"You can call me Master Bluesonics," he said with a knowing grin.
"Master… Bluesonics? I see…" Elton responded, imprinting the name in his memory.
What alarmed both Elton and Zoro most was the fact that they couldn't sense any energy from the man. Not even a hint of spiritual pressure, qi, or magical fluctuation. And yet, they were absolutely certain he was at least a late-stage Mortal Lord expert, if not higher.
He was garbed in flowing sky-blue robes with a dark blue chestplate, and a light blue shield strapped to his back. A sword hung from his waist. His boots were red, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer faintly.
His long dark blue hair, streaked with white, was tied back in a neat tail. His face bore the heroic charm of a man in his early 40s, handsome and sharp, with a playful glint in his eye and a grin that spoke of both mischief and power.
"Whatever you do—never mention me to anyone, not even within the sect," he said sternly, still smiling.
"Alright? Good!"
Before Elton or Zoro could respond, he gave a casual nod and turned.
"Let us begin your first training, boys!!!"
And with that, time began to move swiftly once more.