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Solar Blood Masters (161)
🕑 Added 2025-01-08 22:19:34 +0000 UTCChapter 161 - The White Century
Within a newly erected garden, enclosed by energy walls that flickered with a thousand hues, Drake Ho Orien, the colossal dragon, circled a young Thienika. Flames, potent and vibrant, erupted from his maw, bathing the tree in a scorching embrace.
“Yeah! Give me your best shot, Orien!” Thienika spoke in playful giggles. She swayed gently. Her starlight leaves rustled excitedly as she absorbed the dragon fire. Her roots swelled with a joyous thrum.
Orien released a hoarse laughter that had the very air itself trembling. "As you wish, little tree. Shall we increase the heat? I hope those delicate branches of yours can withstand a true dragon’s fiery caress."
He inhaled deeply and then unleashed a torrent of flames that illuminated the night sky, turning it a vibrant orange and red, its brilliance visible even from the furthest reaches of Ava Varium. It was a spectacular display of power, and it caught the attention of many.
Suddenly, a figure materialized in the sky above Thienika. With a swift downward motion of his hands, a swirling vortex of water descended, quenching the flames instantly.
Thienika shivered. "Oh, that’s cold," she giggled.
The figure landed with a thud that had the ground trembling. He turned to Drake Ho Orien, his golden eyes narrowed.
“Drake! What in the heavens do you think you’re doing?! Unleashing such potent flames so close to the mansion?! Are you trying to burn it down?!”
Recognizing the figure, Orien bowed his massive head respectfully.
“My apologies, Master Rel. I was merely… nourishing the tree.”
“Nourishing the tree? You nourish a tree by burning it to cinders?” Rel was puzzled.
“Master Rel, this isn’t an ordinary tree. It’s… the Draconic Star Lumber sapling you gifted Master Arlof,” Orien explained quickly.
Rel’s anger subsided. “Oh, so this is that gift?” He looked up at Thienika, who had grown considerably larger, now towering above even Drake Ho Orien.
“Greetings, Rel Louche Longtier Bloodthorne! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” Thienika’s cheerful voice and her casual use of Rel’s full name, baffled him.
Just then, Arlof arrived.
“Brother Rel! You’re back?”
He explained Thienika’s unique abilities to Rel, exaggerating slightly, "This tree, Thienika… She’s a storehouse of knowledge! A true treasure! She can harness information from flames… even from dirt! The more she absorbs, the larger she grows. Isn’t that amazing?!”
Rel was skeptical. The White Century hadn’t mentioned anything about such abilities. “Are you certain, Arlof?”
“Certain? Just watch!” Arlof grinned and snapped his fingers. Drake Ho Orien unleashed another torrent of flames, and Thienika grew even larger.
Next, Arlof grabbed a handful of dirt, doused it with his saliva and tossed it at Thienika’s roots. She absorbed the soil, and with a giggle, recited the entire history of the Bloodthorne Clan.
Rel was stunned.
“Amazing,” he breathed. “I’ll have to inquire with the White Century about this… tree. Perhaps they have more information about her species.”
“Wait, brother,” Arlof interrupted. “Don’t be so rash. Thienika’s abilities are… invaluable. What if the White Century doesn’t know about her true potential? What if they try to take her back?”
He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Remember those bureaucratic matters you’re discussing with them? What if… they’re hiding something? We could use Thienika to… gather information. All it would take is for one of her roots to touch them, unnoticed. I can arrange it for your next meeting.”
Rel pondered his brother’s suggestion. Unlike Arlof, Rel was a man of honor. He valued integrity and transparency.
“Brother, that would be… dishonorable. To pry into their private matters, especially during such sensitive negotiations… I can’t do that.”
“Screw privacy!” Arlof exploded, his Solar Pressure flaring, flattening Thienika and sending Drake Ho Orien crashing to the ground. “We need answers! And Thienika can get them for us! Don’t be such a fool, Rel! We just returned from a millennia-long journey through the Kairiuop Galaxy. Those white bastards have been plotting against us, I’m certain of it!”
Rel, unfazed by his brother’s outburst, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Calm down, Arlof. There’s no need to get so worked up. Your… mentality… is still not suited for these intergalactic discussions.” He smiled gently. “I’ll consider your suggestion. But until then… please refrain from acting rashly. You’ve been working hard. Why not… relax? Don’t you have a woman waiting for you?”
Arlof’s anger subsided. He canceled his Solar Pressure, allowing Thienika and Drake Ho Orien to breathe again. “You’re right, brother. And you? You’ve been working harder than all of us. Shouldn’t you also… unwind?”
Rel smiled. “Don’t worry about me, Arlof. You know me… I enjoy the technical stuff.” And with a blink, he vanished.
Arlof stared at the spot where Rel had been moments before. "His strength… it's increased again…" He clenched his fists, then with a sigh, also vanished.
Thienika and Drake Ho Orien were alone in the garden.
“What was that about, Drake Ho?” Thienika asked.
…
Rel hovered cross-legged around a large, circular white table. Around him sat the White Century representatives; their orb-like helmets filled with swirling water, and their translucent white skin glowing faintly in the sealed chamber.
Their conversation flowed; a blend of telepathic exchanges and spoken words, each syllable carefully crafted, measured, a dance of diplomacy.
Rel spoke of Gaia’s potential, its inhabitants' growing mastery over Solar Essence, their ambition to expand their galactic influence, and their hope to forge a mutually beneficial alliance with the White Century, a race whose influence within Sector-7 of the sub-universe had grown at an alarming rate.
The leader of the White Century delegation, acknowledged Gaia’s progress. “Your planet is indeed ascending, moving towards the higher octaves of 3rd density consciousness. However… you are still far from achieving the level of those vibrating within 5th density, such as ourselves.”
Another official added, “Merely being present upon your planet is taxing on our Solar Consciousness due to its lower frequency. We can only endure this strain thanks to these protective helmets, crafted by an apprentice of the Elohim – The Builders of Form.”
Rel listened intently, absorbing their words. He understood. Gaia and its inhabitants had a long way to go before they could be recognized as equals among the higher galactic species. He then inquired, carefully choosing his words, about the White Century's methods for achieving such rapid advancement within Sector-7 in a mere few million years. How had they become so influential?
The White Century leader, after a brief telepathic exchange with his delegation, decided to share their secrets. He materialized a smooth, white stone and tossed it to Rel.
“Within this stone, we have encoded the knowledge you seek. However,” he paused, “you will require a… Draconic Star Lumber to decipher its contents.”
“The Draconic Star Lumber?” Rel’s brow furrowed. So they were aware of Thienika’s unique abilities.
“Yes,” the leader continued, “it is a primitive plant species we once utilized for data storage during our planet's early development. However, since achieving 5th density consciousness and gaining access to the Akashic Records, we have no further need for such… rudimentary methods. This species is now extinct on our world, hence why we gifted it to you, a mere trinket.”
He gestured towards the white stone.
“The knowledge within pertains to the refinement of Solar Essence. Your current method, while not entirely ineffective, is… flawed. You focus solely on amassing Soul-Planets within your Soul Orbitals, believing that quantity equates to power. While this does provide a temporary boost in Solar Essence output, it’s unstable. Any disruption to a specific orbital could trigger a catastrophic backlash. This is because each planet isn’t always in harmony with others, their energies at times are like a chaotic orchestra, and those frequencies, well, they can shatter even the very sun at your core.
A more efficient approach is to focus on increasing the Solar Essence Density of your existing Soul-Planets. By strengthening each individual planet, you create miniature suns within your Cosmic Mind Sea. These suns, unlike Soul-Planets that simply orbit for those energies to coalesce, can function independently. Even if your Soul Orbital is shattered, these dense Soul-Planets will remain stable, continuing to amplify your power. This method, though more gradual, results in a more profound and lasting increase in Solar Essence output. Within five million years, if your planet focuses on this method, Gaia will surely be recognized by the higher echelons of your galaxy. Such is our prediction.”
Rel listened intently, absorbing the White Century leader’s words. He cupped his fist respectfully. “I am eternally grateful for your wisdom, and for your willingness to share such valuable knowledge.”
The White Century leader nodded. “We too shall benefit from your planet’s ascension. The universe is currently undergoing a… recalibration, a harmonization of energies in preparation for the creation of a new Golden Galaxy. The Supreme Creator is directly involved in this process, which signifies a… monumental shift in the very fabric of reality.”
“How so?” Rel inquired.
“A new level of perfection is about to be birthed. However, for this to occur, the universe must achieve a perfect balance of energies. Fallen planets, those vibrating at lower frequencies, such as your own, must ascend. Otherwise, when the Supreme Creator’s light graces this universe, even at a mere 16% intensity, roughly 89 trillion planets, those unprepared, will be… extinguished. The Supreme Creator, in its infinite wisdom and compassion, will wait until a greater harmony is achieved before unleashing its full potential. By assisting lesser planets in their evolution, we, the White Century, earn merits of light, thus accelerating our own ascension and enhancing our standing within the cosmic hierarchy.”
Rel stared at the white stone in his hand, stunned. He now understood the true scale of the universe, its infinite vastness, and their own… insignificance. He couldn't even fathom the power of the Supreme Creator, nor the countless universes that had already been birthed.
The White Century leader, sensing Rel’s bewilderment, added, “Our universe, though vast, is but a newborn compared to the others. There are more universes than grains of sand upon your beaches. And each universe… contains countless galaxies.”
“Have you been to these… other universes?” Rel asked.
“Not yet. However, our planet’s elite have secured passage on an outer-universal vessel. Within fifty million years, we shall embark on a grand excursion. Our entire planet will be transported on an artificial world capable of housing 666 trillion planets and their inhabitants. Though we have never visited another universe, there are many outer-universal beings currently residing within our own. Their presence is monitored by the Supreme Cosmic Council.”
Rel was speechless, his jaw dropped.
