Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao



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Arthur stood in his alchemy laboratory, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Before him, a peak fifth-grade pill radiated with vibrant energy—a testament to his growing prowess in the art of alchemy.

Cora, his mentor and 'servant:, watched with wide eyes, astonishment etched across her face.

With her lips parted from the shock, give Arthur some daring imaginations.

'Causing a cultivator like herself to lose composure is an achievement in and of itself,' Arthur chuckled.

"Master... I... I can't believe it," Cora stammered, her voice filled with disbelief.

She still wasn't used to calling Arthur that but she couldn't refuse his commands.

"You have surpassed even the legendary God of Alchemy, Asmir, in speed and proficiency."

Her shock wasn't just because, of the fifth grade pill, but within the Cauldron there were nine other pills of the same rank!

Asmir in the legends was only able to six peak fifth grade pills at one refinement but Arthur had broken this record and that wasn't all.

'He did it so fast...' Cora exclaimed in her heart.

Arthur chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Cora, my dear, you can address me by my name, you know. No need to keep calling me 'Master' all the time."

Cora huffed and crossed her arms, a playful scowl on her face. "Hmph! Did you get tired of me calling you 'Master'? Perhaps I should stop altogether."

Arthur's laughter filled the room as he reached out and patted Cora's shoulder gently. "No, no, my dear Cora. It's just nice to mix things up a bit. Keeps the relationship interesting."

Cora's scowl turned into a pout, her eyes twinkling. "Anyway your progress in alchemy means I will be able to recover faster as well."

Arthur nodded, his smile turning reassuring. "Indeed, Cora. We are in this together right?"

"Yeah, right," Cora rolled her eyes

Cora harrumphed, feigning indifference. "It's good you remember about your promise. Don't disappoint me, Arthur."

Unbeknownst to Arthur, Cora's thoughts swirled with awe and wonder.

She marveled at his incredible speed of growth in alchemy, surpassing even those with the renowned Alchemic Essence Physique.

She couldn't help but compare him to another, Ava, who she knew wouldn't have achieved such rapid progress.

'I'm I fortunate or unlucky?' she wondered.

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Two months later...

Excitement buzzed through the cultivation sect as news spread like wildfire.

The Heavenly Sword Secret Realm was set to open in just three days—an opportunity for disciples to test their mettle and explore its treasures.

As preparations and anticipation filled the air, another shocking announcement reverberated through the sect.

"Balor, a member of the Invincible Sword Faction, is challenging the Sword Tower!" the announcement declared, causing a stir of awe and curiosity.

It was a rare occurrence for outer court disciples to attempt such a challenge, as most struggled to progress beyond the initial floors.

Word quickly spread, and disciples flocked to the location of the Sword Tower, eager to witness Balor's daring feat.

At the sword tower, standing beside Balor were Luke and Sun Wukong, who came to give their support and witness a miracle being made.

Although Arthur did not focus on nurturing them, the resources he provided for them had pivoted them to the peak of the Gold Core Realm.

Balor stood before the towering structure, his determination evident in his eyes.

An elder of the sect stood beside him, offering guidance and reminders of the tower's mechanics.

The Sword Tower was known to have 33 floors, each posing a greater challenge than the last.

"Do you understand?" The elder asked.

Balor gave a resolute nod, "I have decided."

"Very well then, you may enter," With a final nod from the elder, Balor stepped forward, his resolve unyielding.

The crowd held its breath, anticipation hanging heavy in the air, as Balor embarked on his journey within the formidable Sword Tower.

*Tap*Tap*Tap*

Only the sound of his footsteps echoed as he walked in an soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Immediately that happened a number was displayed on the tower.

[ 1 ]

As Balor ventured deeper into the Sword Tower, the onlookers, disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, stood in various states of anticipation and intrigue.

Opinions regarding his chances of success varied among the crowd, each disciple voicing their thoughts.

"Hey do you think he's that capable?"

"I don't know man, I just came here to watch the show."

"Hey, you guys are part of the new disciples right?" Someone sneered.

The disciple who asked the first question answered a bit timidly when he saw the inner disciple robes of the one who sneered at him.

"Um...Yes senior. We are indeed new here."

"No need to be scared. I was just like you back in the day. But later I learned the harsh reality and that is the Tower can't be cleared by just anyone."

"I see, please enlighten me."

"Good, you're teachable," the inner disciple smile and stroked his non existent beard.

"The sect had been in existence for thousands of years and during this time there is no shortage of geniuses that have come and gone."

"But of all these geniuses only Invincible had cleared the tower. What does that mean?"

The new disciple answered, "That only a genius found once in thousands of years can clear the tower?"

"That's right. Hahaha, you are indeed a smart junior."

"Thank you for your praise senior."

Meanwhile...

"I have no doubt Balor will overcome every obstacle in his path," Sun Wukong declared confidently, his eyes glinting with determination. "In fact, once he emerges victorious, I will challenge him to a battle."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd at Sun Wukong's proclamation.

But no one said anything because they knew he was one of the strongest in the sect and was a member of the Invincible Sword Faction which had recently gained great influence and had received strong support from the elders

Luke, standing nearby, couldn't help but think to himself, 'Of course, Balor will clear the tower. After all, he was trained by my Master. I have complete faith in Master's strength and skills.'

Meanwhile, Arthur sat in the midst of three beautiful women, a gentle smile playing on his lips. They leaned closer, their eyes filled with curiosity as they questioned him about Balor's chances of success.

"Do you truly believe Balor can clear the tower, Arthur?" one of the women asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

Arthur's smile widened as he responded, "Watch and see."

The women exchanged glances, their curiousity palpable. Arthur's confidence only fueled their anticipation.

Above, in the air, the Sect Leader and the vice sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect engaged in a quiet conversation.

The vice sect leader voiced his doubts, his tone tinged with skepticism. "That boy will never succeed. The Sword Tower is a formidable challenge, and his abilities are far from adequate."

The sect leader, however, remained calm and composed. "Let's just watch," he replied, his eyes fixed on the ongoing events.

He knew that within the realm of cultivation, surprises were often born from the most unexpected places.

The vice sect leader's thoughts, though hidden, betrayed a sense of curiosity and intrigue. "Time to see if your claims were true or not, Prince Arthur."

As the clock ticked, the atmosphere got filled with anticipation.

Balor's journey within the Sword Tower held the promise of surprise, which only Arthur knows of.

The disciples, the sect leaders, and Arthur himself watched the tower, each with their own thoughts on this event.

And within a few seconds of Balor's entrance into the tower. He reached the next floor.

[2!]

"What, so fast?!"

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Arthur is currently under the weather...so slow updates for a while... sorry about this.