SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Immortal Living Pool Library…

The next morning… the usually quiet halls of the Immortal Pool’s Grand Library echoed with the sound of pages being turned at blinding speed.

Kent sat cross-legged at the center of the ancient reading chamber, surrounded by towering stacks of cultivation manuals, historical scrolls, and beast-hide-bound tomes, each one thicker than a mortal’s thigh. His robes were half-tied, a faint scent of spring rolls and burnt ink clung to him, and his hair was slightly messy from rubbing his temples too often.

“Next!” he shouted, tossing aside another scroll with an exasperated sigh.

“Still nothing useful about Naga crafting traditions? Or weapon forging rituals of serpent-bloodline elders?” he muttered to himself.

An old library elder squinted at him from a distance. “You’ve turned through six hundred scrolls since morning, young man! And you’ve nearly ruined three of my best-preserved tomes with snack grease!”

Kent blinked innocently, pulling a steamed dumpling from his sleeve. “What kind of book survives lightning tribulation but melts under a bit of soy sauce?”

The elder groaned and went back to shelving.

Kent returned to his work, flipping open a tattered beast-hide manual titled: ‘Legacy of the Serpent Seas: Lineages of Eastern Depths.’ It spoke of Naga Clans — ancient, elusive, bound to water and time. There were cryptic verses about the Sea Mirror, an object hidden beyond whirlpools in the Ocean of Eightfold Depths, and whispers of the First Naga Ancestor, a master weapon forger who once created the Soulpiercer Trident that could sever fate threads.

Yet nothing told him how to reach the Naga. No rituals. No maps. Just fragments of faded verses like:

“When the sky forgets the sun… The sea remembers its king,

The scaled one shall walk among flames to meet the smithing ring.”

Kent spent a long time studying the riddle. He felt something in it, but not at all related to the location of Naga’s.

Even after thinking for a long time Kent couldn’t solve the riddle.

Kent closed the book and rubbed his chin. “So basically… no idea.”

Just then, footsteps echoed from behind the shelves. A familiar scent of herbal ointments and sandalwood announced the arrival of Elder Liam.

“Kent,” the elder said with a stern tone.

Kent looked up, with a tired face. “Mm?”

Liam sighed and stepped closer, pulling out a jade slip. “You’re digging into Naga knowledge now?”

“I’m looking for the location of Naga elder who is proficient in making weapons.” Kent said.

Liam’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not wrong. But that can wait.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping low. “You need to stop this Naga hunt for now. Focus on your next opponent.”

Kent blinked, then smiled lazily. “Oh? Is it Pool master’s son?!.”

Liam did not smile. “Yes. Lee, the son of the Immortal Living Pool Master.”

Kent blinked twice. “Don’t worry, I can beat him.”

“Stop day dreaming!” Liam nearly pulled his own beard out. “Kent, listen. That boy is not a joke. He’s a Peak Earth Immortal Magus. You’re at Mid-stage. That’s two entire small realms apart.”

“Actually, Skies apart…!” Kent’s face turned serious.

“Yes,” Liam said, grimly. “If you climb a mountain, and your opponent is flying above the clouds, that’s the difference.”

Kent fell silent, for once no longer grinning.

Liam placed a hand on Kent’s shoulder. “I know you’ve done things… unconventional things. And you’re gifted. But this fight… it’s not like the others. This is life and death. And I fear the Pool Master allowed this not to test you, but to crush your spirit.”

Kent’s smile faded completely. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, now gleamed with a flicker of stormy silence.

“I see.”

Liam turned to leave but paused. “Train. Prepare. No games this time. We’ll talk again before the duel.”

Kent nodded slowly. “Thanks, Master.”

Elder Liam walked away, his steps heavy.

Left alone, Kent sat in silence for several breaths.

He gazed at the jade slip he’d pulled from a Naga manual, holding it up to the morning light.

“…Peak Earth, huh?”

He clenched the jade slip, and a faint arc of golden lightning danced along his knuckles.

– – –

Next Day Morning…

The wind howled softly outside the mouth of the narrow cave. A blood-red moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale sheen of light on thd surface of a shallow pool near the cave wall.

In that light sat Kent, cross-legged, bare-chested, his aura faint and withdrawn, like a storm curled in silence.

This was one of the forgotten meditation caves near the training grounds of the Immortal Pool Sect. For Kent, it was peaceful. Quiet. And more importantly—alone.

A single flicker of flame danced on his finger as he summoned his storage ring’s essence.

Pop.

With a soft hum of spirit energy, the first item appeared.

A massive Golden mace, pulsing faintly with battle intent—The War God’s Mace. Its golden inscriptions were chipped. Once, this mace crushed the skulls of spirit beasts and shattered mountain gates.

Kent ran a hand along the weapon’s cold shaft.

“Old friend…” he muttered. “But even you… won’t scratch Lee’s defensive shell.”

Whrrr.

He summoned the next item—Storm God’s Chakra—a spinning disc of elemental lightning. The disc hovered, vibrating with silent fury, still remembering the taste of divine beasts and rogue cultivators. Kent caught it mid-air and sighed.

“It took the opponent’s heads like dolls… now, in this apex world it feels like a toy.”

Snap.

Next appeared the Dragon-Lion Bow, its string humming with silent wrath. Alongside it, the Immortal Quiver, a gift from the War God. And yet… each arrow Kent drew felt turned out to be an Asthra.

“…Back then, you made me feel invincible,” he whispered. “But here, in the Apex Realm… even your shine feels dull in this world.”

He wasn’t done.

From the void came a shimmering golden scroll—the special Asthras, forbidden divine spells sealed in ancient scripture, each one requiring a rare alignment of breath, blood, and intent.

Then came the Sword of the King Family, once belonging to the legendary protector of the King family patriarch line—a blade kissed by starlight and shadows alike. He held it up to the moonlight and stared at his reflection.

He placed the sword down with care, as if placing a sleeping child to bed.

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