Rivers of the Night-Chapter 270: A Mission
Theron felt his blood boil when he heard this. He wasn't feeling excited, but his blood reacted all on its own as though these words were the very same sort it had been waiting to hear its entire life.
As though something had triggered in him, his heart rate accelerated and his body seemed to thrum like an engine, pulsing red heat clawing at his throat as though a dragon's breath urging him to roar to the skies.
But he didn't.
"How interesting…" the old man said slowly, observing Theron. "Your body really is peculiar… you've reached a state that I've only read about in books… your bloodline…"
It seemed like the old man was going to say more, but then he just smiled and looked at Theron with a light expression.
"How about it, kid? You help me, and maybe I'll tell you a few things."
"Help you how?"
"You are right. I am in need of talents to succeed in what I want to do. There are only certain people that can trigger a certain level of rage from the Mandate of the Heavens. These people are known as True Chosen.
"Right now, our world has a strong cap that exists a half-step beyond Gold Mancy, and though our strength seems to continue to expand and improve after reaching this Divine stage, further breakthroughs into a tier beyond seem impossible.
"For a long while now, we've been speculating on exactly how to deal with this, and after generations of observation, we've come to the conclusion that the root of everything should be in our Tribulations. Namely, our Gold Mancy Tribulations."
Theron frowned. "There are more Tribulations?"
"When you reach the Divine Stage, you will face a Tribulation once every ten years until the day you inevitably die."
Theron's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't known this either.
"Unfortunately, there's no way for us to go back and reform our Gold Cores, but the Heavens always leave a way. The only ones that seem capable of triggering a powerful enough Tribulation naturally are True Chosen."
"Then they go beyond the half-step?"
The old man paused, and Theron couldn't help but raise an internal eyebrow. Why did the old man seem so uncertain?
That hesitancy made Theron realize something else. If other True Chosen had the chance to solve the problem, then why was it that the old man still spoke about this as though it was still a hypothesis? Shouldn't they have observed True Chosen in the past already to see if they could make it beyond the half-step?
Also, if they wanted to use the Tribulation of someone breaking into Gold Mancy to strengthen themselves… wouldn't that be as good as sacrificing the True Chosen? If someone so powerful stepped into a Quasi Gold Mancer's Tribulation, just how powerful would the Tribulation become?
"This has only just been speculated because the timing has yet to be right. But… the time might be coming soon…" the old man said slowly.
"Oh?"
The old man pointed to the skies again. "You see how the moons are growing closer? We believe that when they're properly aligned, there'll be a synergy between the worlds they light in the night. This Resonance will weaken the Dome of the Skies.
"If Tribulations are triggered around that same time, then an even more powerful Mandate will descend. When I say use a True Chosen's Tribulation, I do not mean standing within it, but rather taking advantage of the Mandate's presence to trigger one of my own Life-Death Tribulations.
"In this case, the more powerful the True Chosen, the better the odds of success."
"But why do you need to raise one yourself?"
"You want me to fly over into someone else's territory to complete a Tribulation? Do you think I was dropped on the head as a child?"
Theron shrugged. "Maybe you should have killed fewer people in your life, then you wouldn't have to worry about it."
"You cheeky fucking brat."
Aliza looked back and forth between Theron and the old man… weren't they just threatening one another with life and death a moment ago? So what was happening here all of a sudden?
"What makes you think the other moons are from other worlds? How do you know about the alignment? Who is calculating all of this?"
"I've told you that these are all just speculations. No one knows for certain. We only know what we've pieced together from ancient writings and things left behind by Clans and Sects often long forgotten."
"Like the Luminescent Moon Sect? Is that why they have a technique you can use to increase the power of Tribulations with? Doesn't seem like they succeeded, though."
"Stop trying to manipulate me, or so help me God, I will hang you up by your ankles and beat you senseless."
A growl came from the trees above, the Alpha baring its teeth with menace as though it really might attack at any moment now. However, the old man ignored it.
The last time Theron casually mentioned something about the secrets of the Luminescent Moon Sect, he almost ended up losing his life. In fact, the only reason he was so passive right now, even though his face looked so ruddy and healthy, was precisely because he had lost at least half of it.
He was nowhere near his top condition right now and had easily lost 50% or more of his strength.
"So…" Theron asked with a smile. "Which of the three of you died?"
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The old man's face darkened. This time, he couldn't hide his true emotions at all. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip this kid to shreds.
"In fact, I have a mission for you," he replied coldly.
"A mission? I don't believe I agreed to work with you again."
"Yes, a mission," the old man continued indifferently. "There's a Daggers of the Night branch right now that's without a leader because of you."
"Well, it actually seems like two of them, actually."
The old man clenched his jaw, but didn't reply directly to the jab at his current state.
Despite his words, Theron was very intrigued. This obviously meant that it was the Space Mancer that had died. But… why did the old man care that the branch was leaderless? What did he need from another branch?
