Immortal Saint Candidate

"Eh? Are you insulting me?"

"Mmmmmmm... Yes?"

What is this? Why do I have the urge to just finish off this broken chair.

"You are a very mean chair huh, I am sure hell would gladly welcome you"

"I am not a chair and hell fears me, little one"

"That's big talk from a tattered furniture, either way, what do you want from me?"

"I am not sure, I have this certain feeling that I might regret choosing you to be the bearer of this Immortal Throne piece"

A surge of happiness suddenly came flowing in to my brain, inevitably causing me to laugh out loud. My laughing voice is the only sound that inhabits the place, as the throne became quiet and kind of gives a dumbfounded aura.

After a session of laughs and a few shed tears later.

"Done laughing now?"

"I- I am out breath, you must have a mountain for a face, well if you ever did have one, to have the audacity to use that adjective"

"It is true"

"Denial and pride blinds oneself, as they say"

"Mmmmmmmm, yep, I already regret talking to you"

"Who are you kidding, you could be just someone that guy sent to kill me in my sleep, though weirdly you came in my mind as a ruined chair"

"Don't be foolish, with this backwater environment of yours, no one will have a proficiency in the soul arts to be able to destroy your soul without leaving a trace or alerting this weak magical formation of this Clan of yours"

"Hey! They are still one of the rulers of the Eastern Grass City, don't just underestimate it"

"As the saying goes, a frog in a well will never there is a wider world. Since I am already here, I think you can be a proper candidate with my guidance"

"I haven't agreed to anything."

"Are you sure? I can help you improve you know? I can give you power, or rather this path will give you power though technically this path is forged by me, so yeah, I can give you power"

" Another trick"

"It seems if it weren't for your suspicion, you would have definitely said yes. That is fine enough by me"

"Don-"

A bright emerald and golden light suddenly overwhelmed my sight, then my mind blanked out of existence for an unknown amount of time.

Black. White.

I can't describe the place I am in, it is like I am stuck between the realm of absolute unconsciousness and being conscious.

Within this sea of changing white and black, I can feel my self, everything that is me, ripped apart and born anew, and a waves of foreign energy, pounded inside my soul.

But despite this feeling of destruction and creation, I can feel no pain, as if I have ascended beyond the constraints of my flesh, like the pedestal where my soul once lied is raised to even rival the transcendence of the highest beings.

This world of unending rebirth, is... quite relaxing and warm.

While Fleurian is in this process, the spirit of the broken throne seems to be amused.

"Well well well, this just got a bit more interesting, to think that he would have that body despite being in this outskirt of the magical cultivation world. It seems you have more to offer me, little Fleurian."

The spirit of the broken throne seems to be focused on the changes happening to the boy he has chosen, solemnly waiting for the process to be done.

Meanwhile in the real world, Fleurian's body is sweating profusely with his usual sleeping face. One can see a mix of green and gold light flow within his body, making him look and emanate an aura that is greatly out of this world.

After 3 hours of this strange process, it started to die down until it came to a complete halt in just 10 minutes. His body returning to a normal appearance, the green and golden lights receding within his body.

"So how are you feeling" A kind but authoritative rang.

I can hear that annoying voice again. Opening my eyes, I saw the chair staying there, not the slightest difference before I passed out. Suddenly, I remembered what he did to me, surges of anger crashing into my mind.

I thought to yell at him for what it did but before I could lash out, I was distracted by the feeling that my body in this black world is giving me.

It was a feeling of purity and mercy, as if the blood of a kind god is flowing inside me. Feeling like my previous body was that of a mere mortal, ravaged by the impurities of the world, reformed into a body worthy for the world's most precious energy to flow through.

After being in shock at this exhilarating perception to the changes in my body, I asked the broken chair with less anger in my mind.

"What did you do to me?" I glared at it, showing every bit of suspicion and inquisition I could muster just from my eyes and voice.

"Just a bit of fixing, and remodeling. Do you like your new body?" He replies with that same tone, calm and collected. Somehow, there's this weirdly sickening feeling when it speaks with its kind voice.

"As much as I want to say I love it, I am certain there is a catch"

"Well of course there is, you are officially a Immortal Saint Candidate now" The voice from the broken chair said with more cheer and positivity. Something about getting an Immortal Saint Candidate is making it feel more happy than its already annoying happy voice.

"What does being an Immortal Saint Candidate mean?"

"Well, you will be taught by me for the proper development of your magical cultivation, in hopes of making you the perfect being to inherit the throne" It said with pride, a sharp contrast with his usual aura.

"Huh? That doesn't seem like a bad thing" The suspicion for the possibility of there being an ulterior motive is starting to reside a bit.

"Weeeellll, just ignore that people will try to hunt you down to absorb your Immortal energy blessed body, and the piece of the Immortal Throne inside you"

Nevermind, it just came late.

Well, this is an issue but not so much considering my current predicament, to make sure, I will check if I can back out from this and possibly keep the benefits that I got.

"Can I back out?" I said to it with a dose of curiosity.

"You can't back out, this thing has already connected with you and I kind of too weak to severe it anytime I want"

"Thing?"

"Thing? You mean this broken throne? Or are you confused as to why I would refer to myself like I am a someone or something else from myself? Don't worry about it, In the future, I will tell you. As for now, you should have some rest" It seems to have suddenly lost its calm, causing it to talk in rapid succession.

"I am no-" my voice is cut short.

Fleurian's body inside the black world suddenly disappeared, bringing back silence to the silent void.

But the silence was once again disturbed when the broken throne spoke.

"I hope you don't disappoint on our journey, little Fleur. It should be about time that this time's powerful beings is starting to frantically search for the other pieces, hopefully they will also have good candidates. Hehe, after all, it wouldn't be an interesting game if there is no other players."

After the words of the broken throne ended with the slightly sinister sentence , silence now truly returned, leaving behind only a glowing broken throne, a small sphere of light hovering above to what remains of its seat, all surrounded by an endless darkness.

Hundreds of worlds is currently in an upheaval, as powerful beings descended from their Immortal Realms to find pieces, in hopes of nurturing the Immortal Saint themselves.

Their area of influence in these various worlds is also being called upon to help find, with the experts from the Immortal Realm being given by their superior with methods to sense the Immortal Saint's Aura.

Heck, some if not all Immortals even started to go out of their home realms to help find them, throwing the Myriad Worlds further into a state of chaos and discord.

And as one can expect, tensions started to rise and the old wounds is being cut open, throwing the Myriad Worlds into a sticky spot, an explosive one too. Once again birthing a sea of explosives, that needs only the slightest spark to ignite.

This spark would come in the form of 2 orbs, specifically the Immortal bond weapon of the Immortal Saint, The 9 Life Gold Orbs.

It is believed that most of the 9 Life Gold Orbs was used to make the Divine Cage of Eternity, a part of the All Binding-World Seal that keeps the infamous Immortal Devil in place.

One of the 9 Life Gold Orbs is known to be in the hands of the Gods' Palace ancient ancestor, recognized as one of the strongest among the Immortals, possibly even the strongest.

The rest of the unused Life Gold Orbs is speculated to have been lost in time, due to their lack of appearance despite the huge amount of time that passed, with the guess that is believed by most is that it is in the 10 Ominous.

Their location was finally revealed now when 2 overwhelming auras suddenly went off, at the same time that a Immortal Throne announced its rebirth, basically giving a signal that I am here without restraint.

One of them is between the Endless Void Region and Ancient Curse Region, trapped between the devouring force of the Endless Void Region and the weakening energy of the Ancient Curse Region.

The other is in a complicated region of the world, or rather became complicated when the one that found the Life Gold Orb thought it would be good to play 2 Immortals against each other.

Normally, this wouldn't have resulted in a threat of full-blown war between the 2 but the Immortals and their factions that was being pitted against each other had a grudge that has lasted an excruciating amount of time, already having a history of fighting 2 previous wars against each other.

This was extremely bad considering that there was an extensive network alliances that respective backs the actions of either immortal. If it weren't for the Intervention by the ancient ancestor of the Gods' Palace, a slightly major matter like this could have escalated into something very bad.

After a heated debate, something that the Immortals that is allied to the fighting 2 is also involved in, a certain consensus was made to stop the escalation of tensions, returning the fate of the Myriad Worlds at the hands of the unknown... with a dash of danger.