Advanced Gold Grade Pranic Beast-Brimchoir!
With a Prana capacity of 7100 and a Lifespan of 1780 years, it was a long-lived Pranic Beast race that could be said to have the most stable genetic composition. Even though they hadn't hit their limit, judging by the lack of Empyrean prefix even after becoming an Advanced Gold Grade Pranic Beast, due to the stability of their strength, they could never reach the peak.
Never in their race's history did a Brimchoir mutate, as they truly had no predators and lived in a region practically uninhabitable for other Pranic Beasts. No plants grew in the region. However, a Brimchoir had characteristic traits similar to a plant.
When hungry, a Brimchoir would inhale toxic fumes from a volcano and digest it. Its body, though biological, was mostly composed of heavy metals and other toxic substances. Its lungs were special, capable of breaking down toxic fumes down to the atomic level.
Carbon monoxide and other oxides of carbon were broken down and then integrated into the body, which was how they were able to grow in this region. The extremity of the region required the fiercest drive for survival.
And having achieved that, the Brimchoirs were unable to progress forward. They lived their days lazing about, barely doing anything other than eat, sleep, and occasionally howl at each other.
"Now, what's the issue?" Inala asked as landed between a group of lazing Brimchoirs and stared at the oldest and strongest of their kind while releasing his presence.
[We don't wish to be a part of this. We considered the benefits you have proposed but after careful consideration, we don't wish to be discovered by the Celestial Boar. We'll be farmed and consumed if that were to happen.]
Primary Nature—Heat Discharge!
The vertebrae column of the Brimchoirs acted as a reservoir of heat. When a Brimchoir slept in a volcanic crater, all the excess heat absorbed by its body would be stored in this. The vertebrae column could store a ginormous amount of heat safely, without leaking any of it into the Brimchoir's body.
And when it was time to fight, a Brimchoir released all the heat stored in its vertebral column, vaporising its enemy. The heat was released as either a wave or a condensed ray, powerful enough to destroy whatever creature dared target them.
As Advanced Gold Grade Pranic Beasts, they had nothing to fear unless their attacker was one of the Deities of Sumatra. And of course, if they were ever discovered by Brangara, he'd consume them.
After all, their Primary Nature would prove exceptionally useful to him, which was why they didn't dare make any waves in the region that would bring Brangara's attention upon them.
The moment they heard the news about the birth of the Empyrean Boar King and the powers possessed by this ultimate predator, the Brimchoirs ceased all activity beyond Rathlana Turf.
Until then, they used to stroll out from time to time, harassing other Pranic Beasts for entertainment. But since the beginning of the Empyrean Boar King's era, they kept to themselves, ensuring every Pranic Beast in the surrounding region forgot them over time.
Since there was nothing of value in the Rathlana Turf and they had no reason to enter the region, the surrounding Pranic Beasts had no reason to discuss about the Brimchoirs, which meant information about this race wasn't discussed or diverged further beyond.
As a result, unless Brangara were to stumble upon the region, he would never know about their existence. This was primarily how every Pranic Beast race with a bit of power hid themselves, unwilling to be farmed by the Empyrean Boar King.
"I see, so you don't wish to be found by the Celestial Boar?" Inala nodded, his expression calm as suddenly, all the Brimchoirs around him began to age rapidly, "It's alright, right?"
"Seems the lot of you are completely happy offending me." A chuckle left his mouth but his expression was arrogant as he watched the Brimchoirs kneel down weakly, in unbearable pain from their Prana and Lifespan being absorbed rapidly.
Had they not been Gold Grade Pranic Beasts, they would have fallen unconscious already.
[Please...spare us! We don't wish to be involved...we...only hope to live in peace.]
"And that you shall," Inala nodded and pointed at a certain volcanic mountain, "All I'm asking is to give that one mountain to me. As long as you guys remain tight-lipped, no one will know."
"Otherwise," He sighed and shook his head, "There's only one option left for me, since I need this spot."
[We...surrender!]
The strongest Brimchoir stopped resisting, having grown frail from old age as it stared weakly at Inala, expressing its intent to surrender submissively.
"Alright," Inala snapped his finger as Prana and Lifespan flowed back into all the Brimchoirs, reverting them to their original states. He took a step forward and flew past them to enter the volcanic crater of his choice.
The Brimchoirs only stared in resignation as they silently dispersed, settling about in farther locations.
"It's...huge!" Inala smiled upon seeing the volcanic mountain, one that reached a height of 12 kilometres and sported a base radius exceeding four kilometres. It stood proudly amidst a sea of active volcanoes, having just stopped its eruption a couple years ago.
Inala entered the crater and observed the intense heat radiating from the solidified earth, "This is the spot."
"The heat is...pretty intense." The Influenced Region of Quip Guardian, Root muttered the moment he walked out of the Biome Bomb, wiping his sweat a bit in response as he stared at Inala, "Do we have to be here?"
"This is blessed land," Inala pointed at the crater, "It's infinitely smaller as compared to the Brimgan Empire, but the emission of minerals here are higher. And every year, there will be a volcanic activity, which means a spike in mineral emission."
"The volcanic activity won't happen as long as Turnip is absorbing the minerals at a rapid enough pace." Inala nodded, "And even if there's an eruption, you'll be there to shield it from
harm."
He also placed an orb nearby, "I'll also keep one of this here. It has more than enough Prana reserves to protect Turnip."
Following that, he took out another Biome Bomb, which had condensed the Attributed Region within it, "This will shield Turnip from harm when necessary."
"All these are great, I won't lie." Root nodded and then stared at Inala, "But this is only for the future. Don't you need my strength to face Brangara in a few months? I can barely charge up a few Iron Grade Tangible Natures at this rate."
"You needn't worry about that." Inala smiled and waved his hand, "Just keep accumulating the Tangible Natures. I'll be bringing you a loot of beneficial food next."
"Alright," Root nodded and then asked, "So, what Tangible Natures do you want me to condense? If you are confident in bringing me enough food, I can begin making preparations to condense as many Perfect Biome Domination as necessary."
"Focus on Tangible Psycokinesis for the time being." Inala said after a moment's thought, "Eighty of them, and elevate them all to the 10-Life Stage."
"As for the remaining twenty, I'll tell you what you need to focus on later." Saying so, Inala
flew up into the sky and stared around, his presence pulsing once to serve as a reminder to the Brimchoirs to stay put obediently and behave as if nothing strange was happening in their
territory.
The mountain Inala had taken up was the sole blessed node in the region, and was pretty much symbolic to the Brimchoirs, their home, their spiritual pillar. He had forcibly occupied it, which caused them immense dissatisfaction.
However, even if they were dissatisfied, what could they do? The short few seconds where Inala displayed a hint of his powers left them terrified for life.
There will be a moment in time where the Brimchoirs would attack the Major Treasure of Turnip in order to seize control over their spiritual pillar, but that wouldn't happen in the current generation, which were all terrified of the Royal Zinger.
Most of them have only heard about the Empyrean Boar King and the Celestial Boar, but hadn't witnessed its might. However, they had felt the Royal Zinger's power firsthand, enough to become terrified enough to never glance at their spiritual pillar ever again.
Brimgan Empire!
Seated in the palace was Boul Brimgan, hearing a flurry of discussions from the Ministers
there, all of whom had experienced a surge in strength after upgrading to Mystic Kinesis Art. Currently in the throne room, there were a total of eight Ministers that had reached the 10- Life Stage, which even more on the verge of reaching that point.
"How's goes our raid into the Attributed Region?" Boul Brimgan asked as he surveyed the Ministers, observing their bright expressions.
"Your Majesty," One of the Minister got up and bowed respectfully, "We've already gained possession of all the Minor Treasures in the Attributed Region. After systematically defeating the Attributed Creatures, we've also collected all the Gold Grade minerals in their
possession."
Another Minister got up and bowed to speak, "Cultivation techniques regarding two of those minerals have been developed successfully. In another decade, we will have talented cultivators harnessing their might."
"How much of those minerals do we have?" Boul Brimgan nodded slowly before asking.
"It's enough for one cultivator to reach the 10-Life Stage and another to reach the 6-Life Stage. Both Gold Grade minerals are only available in similar quantities." The Minister nodded, "But if we find someone with a smaller stature, we'll barely be able to cultivate two
to the 10-Life Stage."
"It's alright, let's not restrict ourselves too much." Boul Brimgan waved his hand, "Find the
most suitable people to cultivate it. Focus on cultivating as many talented cultivators to the peak of the Body Stage. We need more quantity for the time being. And once they're influenced by their Human Avatars, their future generations will become more attuned to it. We'll eventually get someone from their family line who could reach the 10-Life Stage."
"Let them focus on improving the cultivation techniques, Skills, and even figure out the
creation of Prime Skills for the same until then." Boul Brimgan was about to speak further when he noticed the presence of Inala in one of the palace rooms. With a flash, he condensed a
Rutham figure of himself in the room, staring at Inala to ask solemnly, "Is it time?"
"Yes," Inala nodded, "Let's head to the Varahan Empire now."