Author's Note: Starting from this chapter onwards the pace of this story will become somewhat slow as I introduce the world inside my mind. Unlike the first arc which was full of fighting. This one will be much more lukewarm.

If you want a story that is faster than Japan's bullet train. This one is not for you.

First Arc: New World: END

Second Arc: Whalls Kingdom: START

PS: This chapter onwards is the true start of the story.

An indifferent smile hung on the monk's visage as he turned his head towards the panting Riven.

"What happened to you? You actually needed to use a Forbidden Medicine against this bunch? Shameless." The monk didn't hold back in his criticisms as he mockingly said.

Riven hatefully gritted his teeth as a flash of hatred appeared in his eyes. However, the angle of his head blocked his current expression.

Among the circle of Imperial Protectors. Riven's power was the weakest. Because of this, he was the target of ridicule among his comrades. That further intensified due to his close relationship with the king.

Though his fellow Imperial Protectors warmly greeted him in each time they met Riven. He knew that it was just a pretense due to this relationship with the king. After all, his father was a previous Imperial Protector that died due to his sacrifice towards the kingdom.

He didn't say anything and swallowed his hatred.

"Hmmph!" The monk coldly snorted as he moved his head towards the bandit castle. At a glance, the bandit castle looked to have the same design as a German Castle. However, some were different in unique places, making this piece of architecture quite eccentric.

The bandit castle laid on top of the small hill and was encircled by wooden bamboo fences. There, behind the wooden fences were the trembling deathly pale visages of the remaining bandits. Their hands endlessly quivered as they mustered up their courage to raise their weapons.

~Swish...

A first arrow soared in the air, followed by innumerable amounts of arrows. The entire sky was blotted by the arrows that came raining down towards the 'Immovable Khan'.

"Heh." The monk only gave a cold small reply as he held his hands parallel to each other and chanted. "Naumakusanmanda bazara dan kan!"

When the last intonation was spoken. A dazzling golden light exploded with the monk as the epicenter. When the arrows came in contact with the golden light. They were immediately consumed by a golden flame before turning to fine fleeting dusts.

The resplendent golden light surged and as it touched the bodies of the trembling bandits. They were also burned by the same golden flame and were killed, body and soul. Without any traces remaining.

Strangely enough. As the monk snapped open his eyes. The surrounding green grasses and the tall trees weren't affected by the golden light.

Riven saw all of this and could only sigh. This fellow Imperial Protector that mocked him was extremely strong. Though Riven was constantly bullied by this monk. He could only swallow his hatred and endure.

As the golden light converged on the monk's palm. A sudden heatwave struck Riven and the monk's face before an explosion suddenly erupted.

Before their eyes. A pillar of scarlet red flame shot off towards the skies. Judging by the type of flame that erupted. Of which was the 'Thorn Lotus Flame'. They understood that it must be the fire element Imperial Protector. Castella.

As they thought about Castella. A figure suddenly rushed out from the castle. It was a woman wearing a scarlet red chang-ao. On her arms was a woman who looked to be fifteen or sixteen. However, since her complexion was too youthful. It was extremely hard to deduce her age.

When the two Imperial Protectors on the ground saw this particular woman. Their eyes brightened as they exclaimed. "Third Princess!"

They immediately ran towards the descending Castella.

"Hmmph! What were you doing Riven! Coming here by yourself!" Castella pouted as she turned her head to the side. Seeing this, the monk couldn't help but think. "Hmm! How cute..."

As he thought of that. He didn't notice that a lascivious smile had already surfaced on his face. Seeing this, Castella angrily snorted as she turned her attention towards Riven who held his head low.

"Don't worry about that, Lil' Riven! Here stuff this medicine in your mouth and you'll recover in no time!" Castella cheerfully said as she patted Riven's shoulders as if she was his older sister.

Riven felt quite embarrassed in each time Castella handled his affair in this way. For a woman who looked like she was in her twenties to act like an older sister towards a middle aged man. Riven felt quite embarrassed.

However thinking about Castella's true age. He could only sigh.

If one's cultivation base increased, so was their longevity.

Castella didn't look like one but her true age was actually five hundred sixty-nine years old. While Riven himself was only thirty three years old.

Riven didn't know the true depth of Castella's cultivation base since it was considered extremely rude among the circle of Imperial Protectors to ask about their fellow comrades about their current cultivation base.

But seeing that he was unable to scrutinize Castella's cultivation base with his Divine Sense. She must be at least two realms higher than him.

'Sigh...' A long lasting sigh emerged in Riven's mind. At least, this Castella never criticized him.

"Castella, were those bandits affiliated in any kingdom?" The monk asked. As an Imperial Protector, he wanted to make sure that no more national problems would surface. Their kingdom was already weakened. For it to further weaken. He didn't want that to happen.

"Hmm. These thugs were just independent bandits that thrived on snatching goods from passing merchants. How shameless." Castella shook her head and sighed.

"How about Third Princess? Did she suffer injuries?" This time, Riven said. His voice quite weak.

"Nope. I found out that she was given a good treatment. I asked a monkey-faced guy there and he said that she was a high class slave good." Castella nonchalantly said. But as her last intonation fell. The monk and Riven's face sunk as deep killing intent surfaced.

The Third Princess who was considered to be the highest grade of pearl inside the kingdom was actually treated as a slave!

Looking at the Third Princess' visage. Riven suddenly stood up despite his injuries.

"Hmm? Lil' Riven?" Castella raised an eyebrow. However, seeing Riven's determined complexion. She didn't say anything further.

"Hey, hey! You're injured by the Forbidden Medicine. Don't force yourself and become a burden!" The monk criticized. But as his last intonation fell. He was greeted by a sudden slap on the back of the head from Castella.

"Don't scold him. Let him be." Castella said. In response, the monk could only obey.

Riven clutched the dagger on a reverse grip. The surrounding whistling wind suddenly formed a vortex with Riven as the epicenter. Rocks, dusts and fragile grasses were caught up by the sudden small scale tornado.

"Hey kid! What are you doing?!" The monk complained as he evoked a golden light prismatic barrier.

"Just this once. Let me do this." As his words fell. Riven's eyes gleamed with a green light as he exploded towards the standing bandit castle.

In a blink of an eye. He was now hovering over the bandit castle. Accompanied by a green tornado. Riven exclaimed. "Judgment of the Wind!"

As he shouted. The green tornado exploded to countless green specks of light which revolved around the majestic bandit castle. The revolution of the specks of light gradually turned swift and everytime a speck of light struck a part of the bandit castle. It would crumble.

Amidst all of this. One could hear a faint mosquito sound resounding within the green tornado. Riven hovered there, his face indifferent and his eyes gleamed with a green pentacle of light.

The light from his eyes enshrouded the crimson red horizon. Drowning it of all colors, while replacing it with green.

...

John Sixth's consciousness awakened from slumber. The scorching ray of lights emanated by the sun pierced his eyelids. Twitching, his body ached all over as he opened his eyes. There, the endless blue sky warmly complimented his current thoughts.

'What happened?' John stood up as he held his head with his palm. Turning his body around. He found the slightly curved dagger beside him. The ragged backpack was also there and the saber that came from the middle aged man was also present.

The last scene he remembered was seeing an explosion of a dazzling golden light. The golden light struck his body and from there on. He was unable to remember what happened anymore.

"Ah!" John exclaimed as a sudden epiphany struck his mind. With that. Despite his aching body. John headed towards the northeast. Agilely leaping from bushes to bushes. John finally reached the area where the bandit castle was supposed to be.

But instead of the bandit castle greeting him. A scene made his eyes widen.

On top of the hill. The previous position of the bandit castle was now empty. It was as if it had suddenly vanished. However, that was not the scene that made John almost exclaim. But the fact that the surrounding grasses around the bandit castle was now scorched black.

No, there were no grasses anymore. Instead, a scorched ground was there. Emanating a scent similar to burnt flesh.

"The Third Princess!!" John exclaimed and strode towards the bandit castle. Leaping on fallen trees one after another. John finally arrived near the vicinity of the bandit castle was supposed to be.

There, the ground was also scorched black and any pieces of woods, bricks, or anything that made up the bandit castle was missing. Before him. A pack of wolves turned their gazes towards John. Their mouth filled with a scarlet red liquid that dripped down to their snow like furs.

"Grrr!!!" One of the wolves growled as its hind leg tensed. Seeing this, John was alarmed. They were currently eating something! And that 'something' resembled a shape of a person.

It was a pity that John couldn't identify it because it's body was charred black. However, he still needed to find out!

~Swish...

With a whistling sound of air being pierced. One of the wolves suddenly shot towards John. Wielding the slightly curved dagger in a reverse grip. John crouched and used the same tactic that he used against the Ferocious Wolves.

~Puchi...

With a small sound of flesh being pierced. John struck the stomach of the wolf square on as blood splattered on his arms. Staring at the blood that tainted his arms. A profound feeling surged inside his chest.

The wolf yelped as John withdrew the slightly curved dagger from its stomach. Without any hesitation. The wolf retreated backwards. In response, its comrades bared their fangs towards John as they showered him with intense killing intent.

'Urghh!' John exclaimed as he clutched his chest. A strange constriction appeared in his chest, which made breathing hard. John crouched in one knee. His face distorted as searing pain scorched his entire body. Reflected in his eyes was a small orb of blood.

That orb of blood materialized over John's head. As the orb of blood formed. It sucked the blood that splattered on John's arms as well as on the ground. And the wolf that was struck by John's dagger convulsed as a foamy substance erupted in its mouth. It desperately yelped in pain as its struggles slowly declined.

As the wolf died. Its body became thinner and thinner. And on the wound on its stomach. A scarlet red liquid formed a current as it flew towards the small orb of blood that hovered over his head.

John didn't have enough time to comprehend about what just happened. As madness filled his mind. John suddenly clutched the slightly curved dagger and shot off towards the remaining wolves without any warning.

John's body formed a scarlet blur as he waved his dagger around. But though his attack seemed random. In each time an attack was completed. Blood would scatter and flew towards the small orb of blood.

In this very area where the bandit castle previously stood. An incomprehensible scene ensued. There, a youth stood. Around him was the corpses of the wolves that was thinner than a human skeleton. Their bodies seemed to be deprived of all of its blood.

The youth stood there seemingly in a trance as the slightly curved dagger that he held in his hand continuously trembled. As the youth stood. A black miasma filled the area. This black miasma revolved around his body in a rhythmic pace. If one looked up close. They would find out that the black miasma was actually filled with innumerable black lightning snakes as huge as a pinky finger.

On the youth's listless eyes. A gruesome scene was reflected. There, countless bones filled the area, and the eerie feeling of death constantly circled around the air. There, a youth stood alone. On his hand was a black saber. On the body of the blade was a black pentacle that gave off a black light of its own.

Suddenly, the youth strode towards an approaching man. The man wielded a huge broadsword that came chopping down towards the youth.

The youth only gave a light smile as he casually slashed. Blood splattered on the ground. The youth evaded the chopping broadsword with a sidestep.

The man retreated several step backwards. On his stomach was a horizontal line of blood. Sensing that death approached him. The man wanted to say something. But as he spoke, he found out that he was mute and the world around him was spinning.

There, the youth gave of a smile of complete indifference as he watched the head of the man fall on the ground. His black robe, untainted with the scarlet color of the blood gave off an eerie feeling.

On the outside of this world. The revolving miasma was now out of sight. The dead bodies of the wolves was strangely. Out of sight. However, the youth still stood there. His eyes filled with endless melancholy. The small orb of blood flickered as it flew towards his navel.

He didn't know about how many hours did he stay in that eerie dream. However, something was definitely clear. Within him. A strange entity lurked.

As he thought of this, a sudden call from behind rang. "Who are you?"

Author's Note: Chapter is at least 2k words. ::) Pace of the story will be slow so read at your own risk. And releases will be quite sporadic. But I will keep this novel to the end. Enjoy...

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Good riddance.