SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 1013: Peak Earth-Immortal Magus!

The Sea God’s finger, calloused by eons of divine storms, gently pressed against Kent’s forehead.

A surge of power — no, an ocean of power — flooded into him like a tidal wave breaking through the dam of mortality.

Kent’s eyes widened. The golden lightning within his meridians churned violently, caught in the rising storm of deep azure spiritual energy. His sea of consciousness quaked, and the glowing rune of the Heart in Sword pulsed like a beating heart as ancient sea runes etched themselves along its edges.

His dantian exploded with light.

The barrier that had held him at Mid Earth Immortal Magus for months shattered — and in its place bloomed an unshakable new foundation.

He had stepped into Peak Earth Immortal Magus Realm, but more than that… his aura held a divine undertone now, as if the ocean itself answered his soul’s call.

Kent gasped, the divine resonance still humming in his bones.

The Sea God’s gaze remained calm, but there was the faintest smile on his lips.

“You have passed the true trial, Kent,” he said, withdrawing his hand. “Not by killing, conquering, or calculating — but by choosing life over legacy.”

Kent bowed deeply, sweat and seawater dripping from his brow.

“I didn’t do it for a trial,” Kent said hoarsely. “I can’t carry the burden for my entire life.”

The Sea God gave a slow nod. “That is why you have earned the reward any ever touch.”

With a wave of his hand, the room dimmed — and then a single beam of divine blue light broke through the ceiling, illuminating the bed where Manuka had only just returned to life.

“Come forth, spirit of sacrifice. Your flame was too pure to burn in silence.”

From the glow above, a misty silhouette of Manuka emerged — not as a mortal girl, but as an ethereal being of grace and light. She floated in the air, her spiritual body radiating soft lavender light, her eyes still warm, still Manuka.

Kent stepped forward, try to hold her. “Manuka…?”

Her spirit turned to him and smiled. “I’m still here, Kent.”

The Sea God’s voice thundered again. “Her mortal shell was part of the illusion, but her spirit was born in truth — forged by your will, shaped by her own devotion.”

He extended his hand, and in it appeared a sword unlike any Kent had ever seen — long and slender like the wave, with rippling patterns that mirrored the surface of a restless sea. The blade pulsed in harmony with the ocean and the sky.

“This is the Heavenly Sword of my blessing,” the Sea God intoned. “And she — Manuka Lan — shall be its spirit. Not as a prisoner… but as its heart.”

The glow around Manuka’s spirit grew brighter, and she turned to Kent once more.

“I want to walk with you,” she whispered. “Even if I am a spirit, even if I live in a sword — I will be at your side, through every war, every sorrow, every moment.”

“I will carry you,” Kent said, voice thick with emotion. “As my strength, my resolve, my soul.”

With a silent nod, Manuka’s spirit flowed into the blade — and the Heavenly Sword burst with divine light, blue veins of sea-qi forming along its hilt and edge. The runes of the Heart in Sword carved themselves into its surface.

A loud clang rang through the heavens — the birth of a divine weapon, acknowledged by the Sea Realm itself.

The Sea God raised both arms as the sword floated down into Kent’s waiting hands.

“Now… you wield the Heavenly Sword,” the Sea God said solemnly. “And your understanding of the Heart in Sword has reached Heart-in-sword mastery.”

A roar of waves echoed behind his words — even the oceans across realms must have trembled.

Kent gripped the sword and bowed low. His power now surged like a deep current, unshakable yet patient. But the Sea God’s gaze turned heavy once more.

“Yet, there is one more matter.”

Behind the Sea God, the space cracked, revealing a floating trident, massive and ancient, engraved with scales and the names of countless sea clans.

“The Trident of Tempest — the carrier of my will and the legacy of the Sea God. It is not yours.”

Kent’s brow furrowed.

“Because… you were not born of the sea,” the Sea God said. “Your bloodline does not belong to the oceans, your soul did not rise from salt and storm. And though you have earned the right to choose, you may not keep this trident.”

The trident drifted forward and hovered in the air before Kent, still humming with boundless power.

“It must be passed on — to one of the true sea clans. You may choose whom.”

Kent looked up at the Sea God, his voice steady. “Which clans may I choose from?”

The Sea God extended three fingers.

“The Naga Tribes — serpent-blooded, fierce and proud, once rulers of the Abyssal Gulf.

The Ancient Sharks — savage but loyal, protectors of deep sea secrets.

And the Coral Spirit Clan — wise, gentle, and dreamweavers of the reef kingdoms.”

Each name sent ripples through the trident.

Kent’s hands tightened on the Heavenly Sword. The weight of divine inheritance was not something to pass lightly. Each of those clans carried history, ambition, and danger.

Yet Kent bowed once again, the sacred aura swirling around him like a whirlpool.

“I already gave my word to naga’s and there is no turning back,” he said. “This legacy… will not fall into the wrong hands.”

The Sea God’s eyes glowed with approval. “Good. Remember, Kent Hall — a true monarch is not the one who keeps all power… but the one who chooses who should hold it when they cannot.”

With that final lesson, the Sea God stepped back, his body dissolving into mist, waves, and wind — returning to the sea of origin.

As his form faded, the divine pressure lifted.

Time resumed.

The petals fell gently once more outside the open window— a silence filled with reverence.

Kent stood in the center of the void, his aura now deeper than oceans, his gaze clear as moonlight on water.

In his hand was the Heavenly Sword.

At his feet was the Trident of Tempest, humming, waiting.

And in his heart was a woman who had chosen death… and now lived within the blade he carried.