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The Circle Of The Qur'an

An Islamic fantasy. Not your usual immortal cultivation system, but a no less exciting cultivation system is present. Hope you enjoy it! :))) "In a world of genius scholars and ascetic saints, of sinners and sorcerers, a world of scheming leaders and kingdoms in turmoil, and when spirits created from fire appear, only one would survive who brings to his Lord a pure heart..." A land where knowledge, purity of the heart, and morality is everything... Five youngsters from a backwater city, under the tutelage of a travelling scholar and Mujtahid, enter into a world of knowledge and pious asceticism, vying with the chosen in an epoch-making tournament. On the eve of the Grand competition however, a catastrophe strikes, and the scholar disappears.. Even before they had the chance to represent their city Tâ Hâ, the five Quraa' are forced to withdraw.. ... Washed ashore the Island city, Arkaan is a youth seeking to correct and make up his past, even if that means challenging the four tribes and echelon in order to revive the Scholar's circle, 'Inabah. He's a youth with a dark past, and the world he has entered is one of the cultivation of hearts. When Arkaan meets the five Quraa and offers his help, will they trust him and follow his lead? As the mysterious foreign sixth apprentice, and possessor of a mystic diary that has deep secrets even the King of the land seeks to solve, Arkaan would be plunged in a much larger world with plots even thicker than he could ever imagine. He must replace those at the top of Qur'an cultivation, purify his heart, and travel the land, meeting spirits and solving mysteries. A boy is washed ashore a backwater city. There - a story begins.. In Tâ Hâ was a Scholar, and - five Quraa', •An exiled prince(Infinite Spirit States: A myriad realms of the Qur'an) •A young scholar(Seven Paths: Way of the Harf) •A child saint(Unmatched: A call to the Heavens) •A repentant sinner(Reflection: There's no shame in tears) •And the Sayyid of their generation(Phenomenon: Exalted one of the Age)

Attaruwa · Fantaisie
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121 Chs

Prologue

Hira turned to him and asked in a voice as clear as the midnight breeze..

"Why were voices created?..."

Arkaan was in utter shock. Having faced so many bizarre and mindblowing situations to get here, you'd have thought nothing would faze him anymore. Yet, here he was...

The little girl, dressed like a fairy in her saffron robe stared at him, her eyes filled with intrigue as well as anticipation. It looked as if she expected an answer from him that would enlighten her understanding and confirm the path...

He stood there, silently watching her – he didn't know what to say. Whether it was the fear of giving a wrong answer, or he just didn't know what she expected, he still couldn't answer.

"I don't know..."He replied, a bit ashamed to disappoint the young girl. But he felt a burden lift from his heart.

"Oh...I see..."She crooned disappointedly. Lowering her gaze, her enthusiasm gone, she turned to walk away.

"Wait!"Arkaan called back. Though she asked the question, Arkaan seemed to believe she had her own answers."Why were voices created?"He asked softly.

She stared at him, a slight and confident smile lit her eyes, her robe fluttering in the sudden night breeze like an exalted celestial. At that moment, she looked radiant like how Arkaan would have ever imagined any of the eternal children of Paradise.

She answered...