Novel Full Chapter 570 Be My Representative
Cure, Attribute, Weapon, Pet, and Seat of Transcendence. They were the five Major Treasures that appeared in Sumatra Chronicles. And the extent of Renduldu’s arrangements lasted only until the end of the Fourth Major Disaster.
It would mean the Mammoth Clan’s loss if Brangara obtains the Seat of Transcendence. It didn’t matter if he killed all the reincarnates. When that happened, Resha would be able to grab the Major Treasures and Minor Treasures from the corpses of the reincarnates.
He was the sole individual capable of fusing with them all. Hence, when Brangara obtains the Seat of Transcendence, Resha could take the chance to flee. Anyway, his experience of facing four Major Disasters, against Brangara in every single Major Disaster would translate to enough experience necessary to fill the Red Mystic Path.
Resha’s child was guaranteed to be born a perfect counter to Brangara. It was why Renduldu was never worried about Brangara growing stronger since day one. His plans ensured to use Brangara as fuel for the Mammoth Clan’s evolution.
As long as Resha survives the Fourth Major Disaster, through him, countless Empyrean Tusks will emerge, able to reach the Mystic Grade without issues.
And Mahira Tusk was observing Resha all the time to ensure he wouldn’t be killed. The only thing preventing a Transcendent from taking action on Sumatra was the Sumatra Continent itself.
The presence of even an Iron Grade Transcendent could wipe out a good portion of lifeforms on the continent, not to mention stronger Transcendents. Hence, Sumatra Continent barred them from interfering with the affairs of the continent.
But this wasn’t perfect. As long as Sumatra Continent wasn’t alerted, a Transcendent could take action, which was how Mahira Tusk saved Resha from the Influenced Region of Hidden Eye.
But once she took action, Sumatra Continent became alerted, no longer leaving the Transcendents any room for interference. Only when it lets down its guard can Mahir Tusk take action.
If worst comes to worst, both Mahira Tusk and Renduldu would descend onto Sumatra Continent to save Resha. “That’s what I have concluded based on the info I’ve accumulated until now.”
Running across the wilds of Sumatra was a thumb-sized Biome Bomb. There were two Biome Bombs attached to each other, like the compartments of a train. Four strings of Prana jutted out of the Biome Bomb on the front while another four jutted out from the Biome Bomb on the rear, behaving as legs.
The eight strings of Prana behaved like the legs of a spider as they scuttled across the rough terrain. From time to time, whenever a Pranic Beast was within a range of 180 metres, two strings of Prana would latch onto the target and steal both its Prana and Lifespan.
This helped upkeep its function. Of course, the excess amounts were used to condense a terrain inside.
In the rear Biome Bomb were the twenty members of Inala’s Quip Clan. They continued to proceed with their daily lives. Well, daily life was an exaggeration, since a majority of their people died to the Bolt of Transcendence.
The survivors only numbered twenty. They were still in the process of getting through the shock, which was why Inala left them as is for the time being.
In the Biome Bomb on the front, accompanying the six Queens was Inala and Wittral. As the Biome Bombs continued to absorb Prana and Lifespan, Inala began to condense more and more terrain in the place. Ground, soil, a pond, grass, some Baobab Trees, and a stone house in the centre of them all.
The stone house expanded into the air like the branches of a tree, sporting six different terraces, each of which became a resting spot for a Queen. They were currently in a state of sleep under Inala’s orders.
While they slept, Inala slowly accessed their memories at a rate that wouldn’t cause them pain. It was hard to do while he was a Silver Grade Royal Zinger, but since time was on his side, Inala could take it slow.
Seated in the living room, drinking tea while conversing were Inala and Wittral.
“How sure are you of this hypothesis being real?” Wittral asked, “You’ve replaced the Indigo Mystic Path. But at the end of the day, you’re not real. So are you sure all the information you’ve obtained is the truth?”
“To a good measure, what I’m saying has been verified.” Inala nodded, “But there can be parts where I’m wrong, so I need your help in that regard.”
“I still need to spend time digesting the Brimgan Founder’s accumulation. So, I’ll leave the defence and operation of this place to you.” Inala finished his tea and got up, intending to sleep on the nearby bed and relaxedly go through everything he had gained both from the Brimgan Founder and the data contained in the Bolts of Transcendence.
“Where are we going now?” Wittral asked next, “What’s our plan?”
“There’s two,” Inala said and pointed at Wittral, “The first is to transform you into a Zinger Race equivalent. I’ve already obtained all the relevant information through a Bolt of Transcendence. Once this is done, you’ll be able to take advantage of my Royal Zinger powers as my representative.”
“Second is my Tertiary Nature,” Inala pointed at himself, “I would have to build it from scratch and make it complimentary to my current set of abilities.”
“Do you really want me to become a Zinger?” Wittral sighed, “I’m…proud to be an Empyrean Snapper.”
“I know,” Inala nodded, “So I’m not going to force anything on you. All I’m saying is that if you want it, I have a path prepared for you.”
He pointed at his chest, “Thumping here is your heart, and in you exists mine. So, if anyone can become my representative, it’s you.”
“I got it,” Wittral let out a mild sigh before nodding firmly, “I’ll become a Zinger then. But, will I be stronger or weaker than my present self?”
“In terms of personal strength, you’ll more or less be the same.” Inala said, “The only thing that will change is that you’ll be in charge of the Quip Clan. And you have two options now.”
Inala lifted his index finger, “First, you’ll remain a Pranic Beast and retain all the advantages of one.”
He then lifted his middle finger, “Second, you’ll become a Clansman who needs to expend Prana to take on a Pranic Beast form, but the advantage is that you can cultivate through the Life Stage.”
“Life Stage?” Wittral expressed his shock, “Isn’t that incomparably better? I’ll be able to grow to a level of strength unlike anyone has ever seen.”
“Honestly, I can’t say which option will be a better choice.” Inala smiled wryly, “In your current state, you can be a Pranic Beast for as long as you want, since that’s your natural state. It’s the same for your human form too. But once you take the second option, you’ll be expending Prana to maintain your Pranic Beast form.”
“For short durations, you’ll be stronger with option two, but your weakness will become obvious in endurance-related battles.” He laid out the pros and cons of both the choices, “So, I want you to make the decision, since it’s related to your growth.”
“How long do I have to decide?” Wittral asked next.“Years,” Inala said, “I’ll have to first produce a piece of Sumatra Gold in my Mystic Grade Royal Zinger heart to aid your race change.”
“Got it,” Wittral nodded, “I’ll give some thought to it.”
Primary Nature—Subtle Terrain Domination!
Secondary Nature—Empyrean Mist Deity!
Tertiary Nature—Subtle Imprison!
There was no weakness in his current power. Wittral was pretty much an unstoppable entity. Upon attaining maturity, he’d easily outclass Raaha and Geugeu, the strongest powerhouses of the Mammoth Clan and Cooter Clan respectively.
If there was anything that Wittral could assume to be lacking, it is the fact that he was an Expert Gold Grade Pranic Beast. Basically, he’d be unable to become a Transcendent, irrespective of how strong he was.
If he were to possess the Tertiary Nature of Cultivator, then it was possible. But considering his age, that option was no longer feasible.
Inala was guaranteed to become a Transcendent, since he could remain as a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast for as long as he wanted—by not consuming any of his Prana. Once he reaches the limit of his growth in this form, he can summon a Bolt of Transcendence and become a Transcendent.
Wittral wanted to accompany Inala to the Transcendent World. The only way that could be done would be to become a Quip Clansman who can transform into a Pranic Beast, the same as Mammoth Clansmen.
But Wittral felt averse to that, since he was a Pranic Beast. He lived and breathed as a Pranic Beast in his natural state. Whether it was Royalty from before or his current Secondary Nature of Empyrean Mist Deity, both allowed Wittral to remain in his human form or Pranic Beast form as his natural state.
He didn’t wish to lose that aspect, no matter what. Upon reaching that line of thought, Wittral approached a sleeping Inala, “Wake up, Ami…Inala!”
“Eh?” Inala had fallen asleep by then, a bit groggy since he had been exhausted by the series of battles leading up to him becoming a Royal Zinger, borne by both his bodies until then.
“Are you planning to get Cultivator?” Wittral asked, “With your age, wouldn’t that be tough too?”
“It’ll be tough, but my chances aren’t zero yet.” Inala massaged his eyebags and spoke.
“Wouldn’t it be the same for me too?” Wittral titled his head, “Then can’t we aim for Cultivator at the same time?”
“Do you wish to remain a Pranic Beast?” Inala asked, understanding upon seeing Wittral nod in response, “Alright, then I’ll make changes accordingly.”
“The resources for all our plans and options are available in one place anyway. So we can decide once we get there.” Inala concluded.
“Where exactly is that?” Wittral wanted to know if such a mystical place could exist that would grant them everything necessary for Inala’s grand plans.
“Yup, and you know that place.” Inala smiled.
“Where is it?” Wittral frowned when Inala didn’t reply. Mildly pissed, he observed the world outside, eyes widening in shock upon seeing the route taken by the Biome Bomb, seeing large traces left on the ground by the movement of a group of Empyrean Snappers, “Aren’t we heading in the direction of the Dralh Sea?”
“Bingo!” Inala laughed, “Our destination is there, at the heart of that region.”
“Wait a second…seriously? There’s a path there? Are you sure you’re not insane? That’s a death sentence, even for us!” Wittral stammered in shock, “A-Abyss Fall? We’re entering it?”
“Yup.” Inala grinned.