784 We’ve Been Expecting Your Arrival
"Bleh!" Virala vomited in disgust as he clutched his aching stomach, "N-No more! I can't eat any more of that shit!"
"Fucker, eat!" Inala shouted as he lifted his leg and kicked a Celestial Boar leg down the throat of Virala in his Empyrean Boar King form. "You've barely entered the 4-Life Stage! You still have a long way to go before you can reach your peak!"
"Impossible! Please, leave me alone!" Virala groaned as his face became pale, on the verge of vomiting once again. He had been consuming the Celestial Boar's body parts for almost two years now. And as he consumed it, his bodies matured rapidly.
However, progressing through the Life Stage was easier said than done, especially since he was rapidly maturing his body. Faint mutations occurred as a result of rapid consumption of the Celestial Boar flesh, ones too minor to worry about if Virala had been at the Body Stage.
However, the moment he created a fifth body, all the minor issues stacked upon each other to become a major issue, which resulted in the destruction of the fifth body. This forced him to keep trying all along while reducing the unnecessary mutations, hoping to enter the 5-Life Stage somehow.
He had been building his fifth body and failing nonstop for over a year. That was the biggest issue.
"Dammit!" Inala clicked his tongue, aware that they've run out of time. He then turned around to stare at the figure of Resha who had just entered the 3-Life Stage, grunting in anger as he stormed off.
However, despite only managing to reach the 3-Life Stage, Resha was calm, confident even. He slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, 'This is good enough. I've already attained my goal.'
He focused on his heart, smiling upon seeing that the Major Treasure of Cure no longer existed. Rather, it had become one with his genetic information, similar to how Inala obtained the power of the Major Treasure of Attribute.
Unlike in Inala's case, Resha didn't have to use a Bolt of Transcendence. Rather, he simply continued to assimilate with the influence of the Major Treasure of Cure, using Brangara's corpse to further progress his Influenced Region.
And once all his biomes had been turned into an Influenced Region, the Major Treasure of Cure simply replaced his original heart. The moment this happened, the power of Perfect Inertial Gravity became his exclusive power.
Even if Resha were to be killed, the Major Treasure of Cure wouldn't be dropped, as it no longer existence. Its powers were now a part of Resha. And attaining this state meant his control over Perfect Inertial Gravity reached a whole new level.
Resha stared into the distance in silence as Prana gradually began to circulate through his body at a faster rate, accelerating gradually until it was no different from a streamlined torrent. His heart was thumping at its fastest, pumping blood across his body, rich with Prana.
His presence expanded and contracted, churning silently as he was changing at the fundamental level.
Primary Nature—Perfect Inertial Gravity!
Secondary Nature—Mystic Bone!
Tertiary Nature—Empyrean 100!
The three Natures became active on their own, absorbing Prana to unleash their effects as Resha naturally entered a State of Harmony.
His presence bubbled, reaching the absolute pinnacle possible for the Gold Grade. It constantly applied pressure as the records of Sumatra Chronicles flashed through his mind. And then, he recalled everything that ought to have happened in his previous life, if it had panned out.
The edits made by Renduldu had been removed, granting Resha the true, Sumatra Chronicles, one where the Mystic Seven were active, 'This was your gamble, Gannala.'
Renduldu and Mahira Tusk wanted to control Resha as he was the Mammoth Clan's future. Everyone else merely served as a whetstone to further his capabilities. However, the Supreme Tusk Gannala loved the Mystic Seven equally, and hoped they would rise to the challenge without losing themselves to Renduldu's ploy.
It was why the Major Treasure of Cure allowed Resha to gradually remove the filter on his childhood memories and the edited portions of Sumatra Chronicles. That was the Supreme Tusk Gannala hoping for him to become an unfettered existence.
Because that was what Resha meant in the language of the Empyrean Tusks. Each name of the Mystic Seven had been specifically picked by the Supreme Tusk and granted to the seven babies who carried on her hopes.
"By the way," Resha spoke as he stared at the back of Inala who was just about to vanish from the location, "Do you know what Inala means in the language of the Empyrean Tusks?"
"Is that relevant?" Inala glared in the direction of Resha, "If you have time to waste, focus on gaining at least one more body."
"That's not possible. I'm facing the same issues as Virala. Creating a fourth body is useless, since it would just collapse on its own. So, I'm better of strengthening myself to the limit. Besides," Resha's expression hardened, "It's your last fight. Do you truly intend to remain ignorant about the Supreme Tusk Gannala's reason for naming you as such?"
"I don't need to know," Inala resumed walking, "She called me her dearest son. And that's all the meaning I need."
"Yes, that's exactly what Inala means." Resha stared at the figure of Inala who stood rooted to the spot, "Beloved Son! When you were born and Renduldu used future sight, she realised she loved you the most…"
"He left," Resha smiled wryly and shook his head upon seeing that Inala had vanished, 'I hoped to at least calm his heart with this information, since he's destroying his dream for this war.'
"So…" Virala's voice trailed off as he approached Resha and crouched before the latter, "What does my name mean?"
"I'm not telling you." Resha snorted.
"Man…fuck you!" Virala flicked off Resha and approached an orb. He kicked it lightly, "Give me Prana."
The orb began to seep Prana and Lifeforce into him as Virala took a seat upon his Minor Treasure of Mystic Human Stamp, watching his Tratham absorb its influence and steadily grow stronger. Its glow changed from a soft red to a vibrant violet, spiking in intensity gradually.
"Go on," He muttered and poured in all the energy obtained from consuming the Celestial Boar into refining his Tratham, on the verge of turning it into a Minor Treasure. The Mystic Human Stamp absorbed Prana to its utmost limits and emitted its presence, refining the Tratham accordingly.
Steadily, both Virala and Resha were on the verge of finishing their builds, even if they weren't at full capacity. In the meantime, Inala had appeared within a Biome Bomb placed on the deepmost part of the Ravaged Federation's seabed.
Two major things were happening here. First of all, by taking advantage of the water pressure, Kenzar was creating Homing Satellites for cheap. They weren't effective in battles for the level of enemies they had to face. However, they were great to intimidate regular Iron and Silver Grade Pranic Beasts.
These Homing Satellites acted on the Quip Clan's behalf in transporting goods and also laying down towers across water bodies to expand the Clan's logistics.
The second major thing was being done by Gold Biome Bombs. Having shaped strings of Prana into helical spikes, they were drilling into the ground, having been doing it for decades now. The only way inside was by drilling through the Influenced Region of Sanctuary.
Originally, Inala intended to give Pet to Zhya, as that would strengthen the Zinger Representative even further, allowing her to perform her responsibilities even easier. However, since Grehha wanted it, Inala had to change that plan.
Crackle!
The Gold Biome Bombs drilled through the final barrier of the Sanctuary, creating a tunnel for entry into its interior. The influence seething within was crazy powerful, intending to close the gap quickly. It was why it took them decades, for they had to outpace Sanctuary's healing speed.
"Let it close for the time being, but keep drilling so that the layer is thin enough for my Perfect Biome Domination to shred through at a moment's notice." Inala left behind a line of instruction to the Gold Biome Bombs and jumped through the hole, watching it quickly close up behind him.
"Alright, I'm in." He muttered and looked around, noticing the world within Sanctuary was as he had expected, massive!
This was where every single Ravaged Tribesman from the Ravaged Federation appeared after attaining Clansman status.
His immediately vicinity was a grassland, and outlined in the far back was a series of mountains, each sporting narrow gaps between each other. Inala stared at the sky, noticing something resembling a sun hovering high above.
It was an amalgamation of minerals with the properties of heat, light, and gravity, maintained by Sanctuary to ensure the living beings within it could survive.
"The air seems a bit stale for some reason," Inala muttered as he walked through the grassland, intending to explore a bit before trying to figure out where the Major Treasure of Pet could exist. As for any dangers that could exist here, he wasn't concerned. The reason was extremely simple.
10-Life Stage!
Currently, he was maintaining himself a the Silver Grade, however, if necessary, he could elevate himself to the Mystic Grade without issues.
Minor Treasure—Royal Stabiliser!
Its functions were simple. All it did was accumulate his Clansman characteristics into his Primary Nature, allowing him to maintain his Life Stage stack even while changing Grades. With his current accumulations and expertise, Inala had more than enough resources to rapidly create 10 Minor Treasures of Royal Stabiliser.
Unlike the others, he was at full power, because once he had finished creating the Royal Stabiliser, he could absorb the Celestial Boar's Lifespan to attain the same maturity effect obtained by consuming his body.
However, this was refined to suit his palate, allowing him to grow without the genetic defect issues that cropped up in the new bodies that Resha and Virala had created through this method.
He, the Royal Zinger, was already at full power now. Which meant that other than the Celestial Boar, no other existence on Sumatra Continent could hope to threaten him.
"Those are?" His eyes narrowed slowly upon noticing a small group of people rushing in his direction from the mountains. He had just noticed them when a powerful wave of presence slammed into him from their direction.
"Interesting," Inala muttered as he watched the crowd eventually approach him, stopping forty metres away, their expressions in disbelief.
But a couple seconds later, they stared at the faces of each other before bowing towards Inala in respect, "We've been expecting your arrival,"
"Sir Inala."
"You guys are aligned with…?" Inala trailed off, sensing that every single existence before him was at the 10-Life Stage.
"The Extreme Iron Transcendent," An old man who seemed to be on his last leg stepped forward and expressed, "We're aligned to him."