Tír na nÓg

The day of the opening of Tír na nÓg arrived, and a crowd of students and instructors gathered near Snow Blossom Hall, buzzing with anticipation.

The atmosphere was electric, with excited chatter and anxious whispers filling the air.

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Suddenly, Great Instructor Leonardo Graymare unleashed his oppressive aura, a golden energy radiating from him, demanding attention.

The powerful aura pressed down on everyone, causing the students to fall silent and look up at him as he floated above the hall.

His presence was commanding, his energy palpable, and even the most seasoned instructors felt the weight of his power.

"Tír na nÓg is about to open in a few minutes," he announced, his voice carrying across the crowd.

"This is a great opportunity for those of you entering. Despite the disputes between families, I wish you all great luck."

His eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze intense.

"You will meet cultivators from other kingdoms inside, and it will be survival of the fittest. Some of you here might not come back."

A murmur ran through the crowd, the gravity of his words sinking in.

"When you enter the realm, you might be scattered randomly. It is best to look for your allies and work in groups while inside."

"The time inside Tír na nÓg is not the same as here. You will be inside for as long as six months, but here, only a week will have passed."

He paused, his expression somber.

"And I regret to say that when you return, you will come back as disciples of your families and clans, not of Verdantial Academy, as it is closing, and we do not know for how long."

His final words hung in the air: "It is said the owner of a treasure is the one who has the strength to seize it."

The crowd fell silent, digesting his words. Some students, weighing the risks, decided not to enter.

"Volacris, do your best to survive," Leonardo thought as he looked at Oasis, then landed on the hall and waited.

After an hour of tense waiting, a large portal began to form a few meters away from the hall.

The air crackled with magical energy as the portal materialized, shimmering with iridescent colors.

The portal grew larger, swirling with a mesmerizing display of lights and energy, creating a gateway to another world.

"Zane, Tyla, let's go," Oasis said, determination in his voice as they stepped towards the portal.

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"Dammit, I feel a little bit weak," Oasis muttered, slowly raising his head and coming to his senses on the other side.

The teleportation had drained his mana and spiritual energy, leaving him momentarily disoriented.

"Wow, what is this place?" he exclaimed, taking in his surroundings.

He found himself near a majestic waterfall that cascaded down from towering cliffs, creating a roaring symphony of water crashing into a crystal-clear pool below.

The air was filled with a refreshing mist, and vibrant, bioluminescent flora glowed softly in various colors, illuminating the area with an otherworldly light.

Exotic trees with shimmering leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and strange, ethereal creatures flitted about, adding to the magical atmosphere.

The ground was covered in lush, emerald-green grass, and the sky above was a surreal shade of purple with floating islands visible in the distance.

Oasis stood in awe, taking in the breathtaking beauty and mysterious allure of Tír na nÓg.

"Not bad, the mana here is very thick," Oasis thought.

"Divine Peak," Oasis whispered.

His spiritual energy was released, scanning his surrounding area up to about a 1000-meter radius.

"First layer Tabula-Rasa Realm, about 500 meters north from here. Peak Newborn Realm, about 400 meters southeast from here," Oasis noted from his Divine Peak.

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"Wait, the other energy seems to be a group of D-rank mystic beasts 700 meters east from here," Oasis thought.

"So far, no one is close to me. Let me replenish my mana," Oasis decided, sitting in a lotus position to gather the surrounding mana.

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Somewhere inside Tír na nÓg...

"This place lives up to its reputation," a young man said.

The young man, wearing a crimson crystal earring in one ear and large beads around his neck,

stood shirtless with bloodied hands, surrounded by the corpses of mystic beasts he had slaughtered.

He looked around 17 years old.

Just after he ripped out the beast cores from the mystic beasts...

Thud!!! Thud!!! Thud!!!

About three cultivators emerged from the forest.

"Look what we found here," one of the boys said.

"Hand over your storage bracelet to this king, and I might consider sparing your life," he demanded.

The young man didn't reply at first, continuing to put the beast cores in his storage bracelet.

"We are from the 'Demonfort Sect' in 'Emberfall'. It's obvious you have heard of the great Demonfort Sect," the leader continued.

"Hahaha, there's no one who doesn't know our sect. Perhaps he's too scared to even reply," another one of the three said.

"Kikiki, oh, we scared you. Sorry, sorry," the third one mocked.

"Lets repeat: hand us your storage bracelet, and we might consider sparing your life," the leader repeated in a mocking voice.

"Kukuku!!!" They laughed together.

The young man continued skinning the beasts, taking the materials: pelts, fangs, claws, and some bones.

"Just because you killed some sick, weak, stupid beasts, you think you're tough, huh?" the three continued, closing in on him.

As they moved closer, he gazed at them.

"I don't have a grudge or know anyone from Demonfort. I've never even been to Emberfall," the young man said.

"I'm just a disciple from a family in Avaloria. Can you let me be? There are lots of opportunities in Tír na nÓg," he reasoned.

"We are not negotiating, fool! Give this king your belongings!!" they shouted.

"Let's just kill him."

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"Die, fool," they said, approaching with killer intent and unleashing their spells and techniques.

"Phoenix King Technique, 7th Form: Blazing Requiem," the young man said, unleashing his technique.

In an instant, flames erupted around him, forming into the shape of a majestic phoenix.

The three attackers were caught off guard as the fiery bird swooped down on them with incredible speed.

The young man moved with the flames, his hands becoming talons of fire.

He slashed through the air, leaving burning marks around their necks.

With a swift, precise motion, he decapitated all three of them, their heads rolling on the ground as their bodies collapsed, the scent of charred flesh lingering.

The young man stood amidst the fallen, his fiery aura slowly dissipating, leaving the faint glow of embers where the flames had been.