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Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery

After being found by an elder amidst a massacre and named Oasis, a child of both a Phoenix and Dragons grows up in a foreign land. With the instincts of his powerful bloodline, he strives to become strong. Along his journey, he encounters the remnants of legacies left behind by his parents, which give him the advantage of strength in a world where he both gains and loses his loved ones. As he walks a path filled with blood and betrayal, he must endure the trials that await him.

Ramutshatsha · Fantasy
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152 Chs

Heavenly Slicing Technique.

Oasis's body shimmered with a Blue-cyan hue, his skin glowing as the powerful mana was absorbed.

The intensity of the heat grew, and the area around him became a steamy, ethereal landscape.

The two ponds, once serene, now churned with raw energy, their waters swirling as they fed the ritual.

As the energy continued to flow into Oasis, the final stage of the Phoenix Heart Cultivation Technique began to solidify within him.

His heart beat in perfect harmony with the ancestral power within, each pulse resonating with the energy of the phoenix bloodline within.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Oasis remained motionless, completely absorbed in the process.

Over time, his physical form became obscured by a radiating aura of azure flames that enveloped his body.

The flames danced and flickered, shaping themselves into a figure that mirrored his form, as if Oasis had transformed into a being of pure fire.

The energy was so intense that his body seemed to dissolve into the flames, leaving only a blazing silhouette in his place.

For eight long months, Oasis absorbed and controlled the overwhelming power, his entire existence consumed by the ritual.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the runes that had been absorbing the energy ceased their activity.

The steam that had filled the area gradually dissipated, and the azure flames surrounding Oasis began to fade.

As the flames vanished, they revealed Oasis seated in a lotus position, his eyes closed in deep concentration.

"It's time," Oasis whispered, his voice filled with quiet resolve.

Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from within him, and two visible auras manifested around his body.

One aura was shaped like a phoenix, glowing with an intense azure light, while the other coiled around him like a dragon, radiating a deep green hue.

The two energies intertwined, symbolizing the completion of his transformation.

Oasis slowly opened his eyes, feeling the immense power that now resided within him.

His energy settled, leaving him with a profound sense of strength and clarity.

"Peak-stage... Tabula-Rasa realm," Oasis thought, realizing just how far he had come.

"I'm almost at the Awakened realm." He could sense the immense power of the Awakened realm just beyond his reach, a tantalizing hint of what was to come.

Standing up, Oasis felt stronger than ever before. His body, now fully recovered and enhanced, radiated power.

He hadn't moved for the previous eight months, his focus entirely on his cultivation.

After bathing in the spring to cleanse himself, Oasis dressed in a simple tunic and pants. His mind was already on his next task.

"I saw some veggies in the garden," he thought, making his way back to the training field.

"I'm out of food cubes. I'll just boil the veggies and eat," Oasis decided, picking some vegetables and preparing a simple meal.

"Argh, this is not good at all," he muttered after tasting the bland food, but it was sustenance, and that was all he needed.

After his meal, Oasis explored the building and found a mattress in one of the rooms.

The building had a sleeping room, a living room, and a study filled with books on a shelf near the sleeping quarters.

He lay down on the mattress, allowing himself to rest after months of intense cultivation.

When Oasis woke, he felt completely refreshed, his mind clear and focused.

He knew what he had to do next—begin the 'Dragon's Ascent: Metamorphosis of Bone and Body.'

Without wasting time, he moved to the open training field and began preparing the materials needed for the technique.

He meticulously drew the runes on the ground, and as he activated the ritual, the materials began to levitate around him.

Slowly, they liquefied, mixing together before moving towards his body.

The liquid formed a paste that covered him entirely, sinking into his skin and merging with his essence.

At first, Oasis felt a strange tingling sensation as the paste seeped into his body. But soon, the pain began.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before—his cells, systems, bones, and marrow all began to break down, only to be reformed in a more powerful state.

His organs were destroyed and rebuilt, each process more agonizing than the last.

Oasis screamed, unable to hold back the sheer torment that coursed through him.

Every part of his body was being torn apart and reconstructed, the pain so intense it felt as though his very soul was being remade.

The process dragged on, each second an eternity, as his body was transformed on a fundamental level.

For an entire month, the pain persisted, unrelenting and unforgiving.

Oasis endured it all, his willpower the only thing keeping him from succumbing to the agony.

He knew that this was the price he had to pay for true power, and he was determined to see it through to the end.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the process came to an end. The pain subsided, leaving Oasis utterly exhausted but fundamentally changed.

His body had been reforged, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

As Oasis stood up, his newly reforged body felt lighter and steadier than ever before.

His bones cracked as they settled into place, the sound echoing through the still air.

Clenching his fist, he flicked his finger, and a burst of raw mana shot out, cutting through the air with a sharp hiss.

"Not bad," Oasis thought, a satisfied smirk forming on his face. "After reforging my body, my cultivation has also consolidated."

But a problem soon dawned on him—he didn't have a sword.

"Damn, I don't have a sword. I would've started training the Raging Phoenix Sword Technique," Oasis mused, already thinking ahead to his next steps.

Suddenly, a new idea struck him.

"I'll just improve and master my footwork techniques, and also focus on close combat, honing my fists and kicks."

A sense of determination filled him as he planned his training regimen.

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"Oh, I also have the 'Heavenly Slicing Technique' from old Fenris," he remembered, recalling the powerful skill.