SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 359 Simon Mama!

Heavenly Abode of Blue Planet...

Alaric stood at the center of the grand hall, the excitement in his eyes barely contained as he called for the gathering of the all Supremes.

The twelve most powerful magi on the Blue Planet, the 12 supremes assembled, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

While standing with a proud face, Allaric began explaining details of the 9 realms association.

"Thank you all for coming," Alaric began, his voice echoing through the hall. "I have returned from the First Realm with news that will change the future of our Blue Planet. The Nine Realms Association has bestowed upon me the title of Grand Arcane, and I bring with me resources beyond our wildest dreams."

The Supremes listened intently as Alaric spoke of his reception at the gathering of the Nine Realms Association, detailing the lavish treatment he received and the promises of development and support for the Blue Planet. For fifteen minutes, Alaric painted a picture of a prosperous future, the words flowing with fervor and conviction.

But then, the Sword Sovereign snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Enough, Alaric! What did we lose? Tell me about it. How many slots did they demand for the Immortal Spirit Realm?"

Alaric's demeanor shifted, the seriousness of the question weighing heavily on him. "Seventy percent," he replied solemnly. "That is seventy thousand slots for all the disciples among the Nine Realms. But our planet is still left with thirty thousand slots, which are more than enough for us."

A heavy silence fell over the hall as the Supremes absorbed the gravity of his words. Sword Sovereign's face darkened with a grim expression.

"Seventy percent?" he echoed, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you realize what that means? There are more than three hundred thousand disciples at the Grand Master Magus stage on this planet, all preparing for the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering. Giving two-thirds of our slots to outsiders is nothing short of suicidal!"

The hall erupted into a cacophony of voices as the Supremes began to argue, their opinions clashing like thunder.

"This is madness!" Supreme spear Magus Valerius exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Those outsiders will crush our disciples, taking all the inheritances for themselves!"

"But think of the benefits we're receiving," Alaric's supporter, Supreme serpent Magus Kriya, countered. "The resources, the support, the alliances! This is an opportunity we cannot afford to miss."

Supreme Sabre Magus Morden nodded in agreement. "Kriya is right. The resources from the Nine Realms could elevate our cultivation to new heights. We must consider the bigger picture."

"And sacrifice our disciples in the process?" Supreme staff Magus Ruchi, retorted, her voice sharp. "What good are resources if our future generations are not blessed by inheritance of gods?"

"Temporal Rift!"

["Kala Vidaraṇa!"]

The air shimmered and distorted as a swirling vortex of energy formed at the mountain's base. The vortex expanded rapidly, drawing in boulders and debris, grinding them to dust before collapsing in on itself with a deafening roar. The mountain trembled, sending cascades of rock tumbling down its slopes.

"Space Collapse!"

["Akasa Patana!"]

A surge of power radiated from Simon's staff, forming a pulsating sphere of dark energy that he hurled at the mountain. The sphere collided with the rock, causing a massive explosion that shook the ground. The mountain's peak disintegrated, sending shockwaves through the earth.

Simon's face remained calm and focused, his eyes blazing with intensity. Spell after spell, he unleashed his formidable power upon the mountain, each one more devastating than the last.

"Dimensional Sever!"

["Ayama Chedana!"]

A crackling blade of energy extended from his staff, cleaving through the mountain's already weakened structure. The rock groaned and splintered, huge sections of it crumbling away.

Simon was unstoppable, his mastery over space and time evident in every precise movement and incantation. He had everything within his reach—powerful spells, ancient scriptures, unparalleled inheritance opportunities.

In his decade-long stay at the Grand Master Magus stage, he had honed his control over five natural elemental daos and received seven Demi-god inheritances.

No one was a match for him, and he knew it. His peers were far beneath his level, a fact that had driven him to compete against Mortal Sovereigns daily to test his ever-growing power.

As he prepared to unleash another devastating spell, a young lady in servant's clothes came rushing towards him. Her breath came in short gasps as she bowed deeply before him, holding out an information slip.

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Note: I hope the chapters are little-lengthier than regular.