Strange Dream !

Sam stood on the riverbank, his face expressionless as he methodically cleansed the stone with clear, pouring water from the waterway's edge. The sun's dazzling rays swept across the surface of the lake, casting a brilliant light on his movements.

As he regarded the unusual block-formed stone, a smidgeon of doubt lingered in his eyes. It was a confusing relic in front of him, compelling him to access its privileged insights.

He raised a hatchet lying nearby and, holding its dull end, directed a speculative strike towards the stone's surface. As the hatchet attached, a delicate crash resonated through the quiet landscape, but to Sam's surprise, the stone remained flawless, without even a single flaw.

In some ways, this conclusion was expected. The stone's persistence inside the intestines of a massive Goldback Pangolin proved its extraordinary adaptability. Unfazed, Sam increased the force of his blows, his muscles tightening with each strike. In the end, he launched a ferocious attack, pushing the hatchet down with vigor. The result, however, was a dent in the once-flawless surface of the hatchet and an obviously pounded iron block, whereas the 3D square molded puzzle retained its immaculate structure.

Sam's stunned exclamation could be felt in the tranquil setting. His underlying assumptions for the stone's strength had been tremendously surpassed. He contemplated the beginnings of this cryptic antique, battling to comprehend how it had appeared.

Answers evaded him, for the stone's curious nature opposed simple clarification. Maybe it was the production of an expert specialist, a talented craftsman who had worked with the strongest of materials.

Considering this chance, Sam decided to stash the solid shape away. Regardless of whether its actual reason remained covered in secret, it could act as a captivating beautification, a discussion piece that would without a doubt provoke the interest of the people who laid eyes upon it.

After cleaning the equipment and obtaining the stone, Sam focused his attention on the quarters prepared for him by the Great Clearness Structure. Weakness weighed on him, the result of hours spent practicing punches and diligently deboning the Pangolin. These attempts had drained him.

Pausing for a minute to contemplate and recalibrate his breathing, Sam in the long run imploded onto the extravagant bed, still clad in his clothing. The Pavilion's hospitality was appreciated for its comforts. Also, he was consoled that the Second Child of the Martial Master couldn't obstruct his tranquility here.

With these thoughts, Sam drifted off to sleep. As his awareness descended into the realm of dreams, he found himself in a fascinating setting - a brilliant castle made entirely of jade. Every structure oozed otherworldly splendor and bore the mark of skillful craftsmanship.

Exquisitely attired figures, each having a demeanor of kindheartedness, skimmed through the royal residence's multifaceted chambers. Above, propitious animals graced the skies, conjuring a picture of an everlasting domain.

Sam stared at the sheer majesty of this elegant house as it unfolded like a living painting. It dwarfed everything he'd ever seen, even the most puzzling of artworks. Nonetheless, the unspoiled scene changed abruptly. The brilliant royal mansion vanished before his eyes, replaced by a swarm of ghostly creatures falling from the sky.

Endless light emissions are emitted from among these divine creatures, their splendor changing depending on the chaos they cause in the world.

The very lands were split in two, the heavens were engulfed in diabolical flares, and a massive spell exhibit, stretching many kilometers across the sky, appeared in the sky, an intricate variety of mysterious images.

Sam wheezed in sheer wonder and fear. Such a size of fighting resisted his most stunning creative mind. These were aces, creatures past the range of those in the Actual Preparation Stage and Base Collection Stage. Their power obscured every natural bound.

The people inside this incredible sight were beyond Sam's comprehension, their presence incredible. In any case, why had such extraordinary creatures gathered here?

Once more, the vision moved, uncovering a freezing domain of snow and ice. A scared lady gripped a one-inch solid shape, standing up to a gathering of 10,000 heavenly figures suspended overhead.

What alarmed Sam was their nearness. The lady stood something like three feet from him, and however he appreciated this to be a deception, a mind-boggling, powerful emanation transmitted from her very being.

Generally surprising of all, the shape grasped by the lady was, as a matter of fact, the stone Sam had recovered from the Goldback Pangolin's innards.

Words got away from her lips, secretive and hidden. In the midst of the murk, Sam observed just two: "The Miracle Cube"

Sam's thoughts turned to the stone the moment those words reached his ears. Could the puzzling old rarity have once been known as "Enchantment 3D square"?

The fabric of the dream was shaken by an explosion. Space itself unwound, its skies winding into a furious whirlwind of limitless power, decimating all that lay underneath it. Mountains disintegrated, sky broke, and the frosty icy mass broke down into nothingness. The 10,000 divine figures were diminished to clean, their spirits divided and brought into the shape.

Sam, as well, ended up getting inside the vortex, taking the stand concerning the disastrous parade. Everything disintegrated to tidy around him, yet he stayed immaculate — an observer to the unexplainable, a remarkable encounter scratched into his being.

Sam stood up, bathed in cold sweat, his bed clothes soaked, his palms bloodied from their ferocious grip. Despite the fact that the Grand Clarity Pavilion supplied him with a bed, his dreams had not been restful.

He examined the experience and couldn't excuse it as a simple dream. The striking quality of the fantasy, the burning picture of a spatial tempest ripping the world, resisted customary clarifications. As a hopeful young person who still couldn't seem to step the way of the Beat Buildup Stage, such dreams appeared to be doubtful.

Did those visions come true? Had the shape genuinely gobbled up endless experts, a long way past his association?

Sam considered the personalities of those intimidating individuals. What realm or domain boasted such an unmatched ability, crushing him out with their unbelievable might?

His contemplations spiraled further, uncovering an agitating acknowledgment: the block was unquestionably unsafe.

During his contemplation, he became aware of a disturbing presence within his consciousness – a repository of recollections, images, drawings, and complex characters. Captivating weapon techniques and perplexing, intricate exhibits were hidden in the depths of his mind.

Could this be the unfinished business on the left soul?

Sam ignored the clusters and engravings in favor of a sought-after treasure — the Tumultuous Excellencies Battle Meridians Inheritance expertise. A fortune inconceivable, one that may change the course of his destiny.

He saw that the difference between the Starlight Haven Martial House and the Seven Profound Martial House was not a matter of resources but of legacy.