Novel & Cerita Mythic The Nine

"Now, you have come out, and my spirit energy has also been absorbed by you. Shouldn't you show the benefit..." The pair of red demon eyes of the Nine Netherbird stared at Zephyr Khan and said in a low voice, "Although I do not know what this fellow is, it is definitely not simple. You are actually able to subdue this thing. I am somewhat confident in what you have just said. Perhaps you can help me when I have the chance to face that old undying thief in the future... there are nine levels of space in this Immortal Secret Land. Each level of space is different. The danger of each level is also different. One level is the weakest and the ninth level is the most frightening..."

“Aurora, something like this doesn’t happen a lot. Or really hasent happened at all in a very, very long time. We do not make mistakes, nor do we allow humans into our lives as it is very dangerous for us. A human has not been changed in centuries. Part of one of the old scared peace treaties, made long ago. No human was allowed to be changed unless he or she was of blood relation to a mythic entity. Being as such, no human mythical relationships have happened in longer then centuries. We all stay hidden, and quiet in our lives. We have our own ways of dealing with the meddlings of all beings. You are the first one given the opportunity to keep the secret. This is a change to our history in

Denying what I said for a reason I'm clueless about, she stood up and faced the glass window. "What are you thinking?" "A witch can only turn into stone if they were killed by a Mellon." "Mellon? Do you mean the Mellon we met?" "There were nine of them who were blessed with power. Four of them died many generations ago, and two left no traces of their journey. One rules the north, and Mellon rules the forest." "Four, two, one, and Mellon. You said that there were nine of them. What about the other one?" I counted with my fingers.

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Everything was falling into place. Nine souls pulsed inside me, their combined energy making me feel invincible. Immortal. Divine. Each one had its own signature, its own voice. I could distinguish between them now—this one had been a warrior, proud and strong. That one had begged. Another had accepted their fate with quiet dignity. Nine lives I'd taken to get to this moment. Nine sacrifices for the greater purpose.

James’ jaw went slack with disbelief. Tobias merely smiled cryptically. “It’s just a legend. To our knowledge, no one has ever been able to reach the ninth rank. Perhaps the Prince of Orchid is the only person who managed to accomplish such a feat. Regardless, he still died of old age. This likely means that the legend was simply based in myth. What’s real is that once you reach the ninth rank, you’ll possess unrivaled strength throughout the world. This is an extremely alluring prospect to all martial artists.”

Tristan from the Heavenly Medical Pavilion suddenly locked his gaze on Ashton like a bloodthirsty hunter who had found its ultimate prey, his gaze brimming with unrestrained fanaticism. "What is the Ninefold Arcane Technique?" Connor and Francis felt their hearts drop as a sudden sense of dread rose within them. "It is said that the Ninefold Arcane Technique is capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. I can't believe it's actually real!" Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Ashton with nothing but blatant greed.