SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 370 Thea's Plan [2]

Thea's lips curled into a sly smile. "What if you chose a man who is destined to gain a True God Inheritance? Someone so powerful that even Lin Dan would have no choice but to step aside."

Lily sighed deeply, shaking her head. "That's easier said than done. Except for Simon, the son of the Nine Realms' Head, no one else is likely to obtain a True God Inheritance at the Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering. You know how fierce the competition is going to be."

Thea's confident smile remained. She leaned closer, her eyes boring into Lily's with a look that sent a shiver down her spine. "But what if there is someone else?" Thea asked, her voice low and serious. "Someone capable of getting a True God Inheritance?"

Lily stared at her sister in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her tone bewildered. "Who could possibly fight against the son of the 9 realms head...? More than anything, 70000 disciples will surround and won't let a fly near the war god temple."

Thea's smile widened, a knowing look in her eyes. "I just feel like someone would snatch the inheritance from Simon," she said, her voice almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made Lily's heart skip a beat. "Would you agree to take this person as your fake husband if he really does obtain a True God Inheritance?"

Lily hesitated, her mind racing. Thea's idea seemed too far-fetched, too improbable. And yet... there was something about Thea's certainty that made her want to believe. After a long pause, she sighed, giving in to her sister's determination. "Fine, I'll agree to it. But only if this person really does get a True God Inheritance and agrees to act as my fake partner." she said finally.

Thea's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, as if she had just set a masterful plan in motion. "Then it's a promise," she said firmly, holding out her hand to seal the agreement.

Lily stared at Thea's outstretched hand, her mind still clouded with doubt. With a deep breath, she took Thea's hand, sealing the pact between them. "It's a promise," Lily repeated, her voice steady, but her mind still filled with questions.

As they released hands, Thea's expression softened. She knew this was her opportunity to bring Kent back into the fold of the Seventh Realm, especially for the upcoming Trident Summit. If Kent could obtain the True God Inheritance, he would be more than just a shield for Lily—he would be a force that could change the balance of power within the realms.

Lily, still unsure of what her sister had in mind, finally said goodbye.

Standing on the jagged rocks, Kent muttered the incantation for Cyclone Step spell, his voice almost drowned out by the howling wind. He called upon his aura, feeling the storm god's power course through his veins as described in the manual of the Storm God Tyrant Physique. The energy surged within him, responding to his will, and he began to move.

At first, his steps were measured, calculated. He dashed through the storm, his body a blur of motion. The rain seemed to hesitate around him, but it still touched him, brushing against his skin and soaking his clothes. He gritted his teeth, his frustration growing. This wasn't enough. He needed to move faster, lighter, with more precision.

Time passed like a moving rain...

For seven days and seven nights, Kent fought against the storm. He rested only briefly, allowing himself just enough time to recover before plunging back into the relentless tempest. Each time he invoked the Cyclone Step, he pushed himself harder, his body straining under the immense pressure.

On the seventh day, something within Kent shifted as he understood the deep secret and balance behind the cyclone step spell. Like a teenager who learned to drive the motorbike, Kent finally found his rhythm.

His movements became fluid, effortless. He no longer fought against the storm, he moved with it, becoming one with the wind and rain. He sped through the storm, faster than he ever had before, his body a mere shadow in the downpour. The rain parted around him, leaving him untouched, as if he were moving in a different dimension.

When he finally stepped out of the storm, his clothes were completely dry. Not a single drop of rain had marred his skin.

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Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)