روايات وقصص ضمن The Immortal Has A Guardian Spirit Novel

The blue robe old man looked at them and said jokingly, "Just a few days without seeing Your Excellency and you end up like this?" The warden in purple said in a low voice, "The elders and the Four Sacred Guardians of the Immortals' League can't leave because they have to safeguard the spirit energy formation. You have come just right, quickly take down this devil!" The older man in the blue robe wanted to take down Xiao Chen initially. At this time, both of his hands were placed in the sleeves. He smiled casually, "This is the business of your Immortals' League. What does it have to do with me? I'm just passing by to take a look..."

He had admittedly taken the loss of his brother very hard, as he was a kind, bright, thoughtful man taken way by him before his time, but he was a lucky man, raising to the kingly throne. He wings at something that can't be seen by naked eyes, it is his guardian spirit. The one that protects him from being haunted. The spirit posses same qualities of death and had been giving the king Imboko protection of all kinds. The spirit can tell if there's any negative plot against the king. It can smell, it can sense and it can also repel any charms send to the king. The guardian spirit has genes that seemingly came from the woman believed to be an ancient woman who used to boil little children, drun

I'm actually tired of explaining. "I'm not here to explain it to you. I'm here to know what will be your answer? You accept it, then it's a deal. If you refuse to do it then live forever and be immortal. You can't die, just live your lonely life with a different body and identity." A while ago he was talking about Guardian of Soul and now being immortal? That was insane!

Exalia and I continued talking, and as we spoke, she suddenly whispered to me, “It’s here, the stupid ghost from the grove. Even in the day time, it still follows one around.” I nodded my head, telling her that I had noticed it’s prescence too, but had just decided to keep quiet. I was beginning to realize and figure out that spiritual creatures were immortal and could not die, they could only be imprisoned or chained, locked forever but they could not die. I had just realized this fact. Well the creature was lucky, because if spiritual creatures could die, it would have met its own end a very very long time ago. Exalia and I soon got to the palace gates, and the gateman opened the gate for

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

The Immortal Emperor Antiquity was surprised. "Immortal Emperor Chu is the real guardian of the earth. He has slaughtered many people of the alien races and the Immortals. His strength shocked the starry sky. No Face just woke up a few days ago." The warrior looked at the torn and tattered No Face and sneered. "Don't you like to scold us? Can you scold me now?"

She bored into Bryan's bulged eyes. "Trust me the end of the world is much more gawping than I am~” Then the immortal looked into the slightly glowing marigold eyes on the Godmother of the Caneloveft's wrinkled face now speaking directly to her. “What makes you lot think all these commotion caused by the Protector won’t break out eventually.” as the Immortal pointed out the old lady nodded to her guard to disengage their weapons from the Immortal, suddenly red mist enveloped everyone.

“This isn’t just another battlefield. This is his truth. And if we survive it… we will change everything.” Their hands tightened. The energy from the chasm licked at their legs, testing, probing, daring them to falter. Seraphine felt the immortal’s strength surge into her, a protective shield and a promise. She could feel herself growing, too not just as a Guardian, but as something that could stand beside him against fate itself. Then, from the voided sky, shadows shifted. Forms moved, colossal and horrifying. Ancient monsters, shapes older than the world itself, emerged from the threads of broken reality. Seraphine’s stomach clenched, but the immortal’s grip was steady, grounding her.

The voice was not a sound. It was an understanding planted directly into her mind, clear and calm like water in the depths of a cavern. "Do not fear, heir. Time has paused for a moment. Only in this space. Only for us." Siron could not move her body, but her mind was screaming. Who are you? What is happening? "We are the Guardians. The first spirits assigned to watch over this holy place, long before the first stone was laid. We are embedded within this reliquary, waiting for the moment the rightful blood holds it in a state of ultimate need."