Rise of The Anti God

However, Luna didn't answer him. She was sitting in her Shard Of Essence, witnessing all the things happening to Damien as she finally opened her mouth to speak in a low mumble: "Looks like his Origin Seed had finally reacted. Maybe it had to do with him forcibly manifesting his etheric fire. But that rapid surge of energy from his Origin Seed...seems like it was not a coincidence that he was able to house the Origin Seed."

Shortly, Luna appeared before Damien, who was still drunk with astonishment.

"Hmph, congratulations on breaking through to the peak of the Initial Ethereal Realm. I guess your cultivation could be considered as average around here for someone of fifteen years old, right?" Luna flatly stated.

At this moment, the previous overwhelming shock, terror, and apprehension he had when he stepped into the peak of the Initial Ethereal Realm faded.

It was true that considering the whole Rong Empire, his cultivation would come off as average since in the place he was in right now, that is, the imperial capital, even an eleven-year-old kid from a reputed family, would have the same cultivation as Damien.

But in the Ward Family, Damien would be considered a genius. That was how drastic the difference would be when it all comes down to resources and guidance.

Suddenly Damien felt something in his ethereal core and raised his right hand as he opened his palm.

As he moved his thoughts, a small crackling sound resounded when an illuminating black streak of lightning manifested in his hands.

The lightning seemed chaotic and violent as another twisted flickering streak appeared in his hand. As seconds passed, another streak appeared.

He felt a similar chilliness and scorching heat from the streaks of lightning but not the same extent as his Fallen Flames. Yet his skin wasn't scorched or injured in the slightest.

Damien narrowed his brows, "And what kind of Origin Laws are you exactly adept in?"