Damned Healer-Chapter 750: Candidate

"HAHAHAHA!" At that moment, the Grand Palace Supervisor, Ruan, burst out laughing. "He really is worthy of being someone who attracted all the Fire Elementals of the Golden Celestial Lake. Who would've imagined he came from the Mortal Plane and joined the sect just two years ago... that's something almost never seen..."

Right after, however, Ruan realized he had lost control because of his excitement and had spoken too hastily. So he quickly fell silent.

"What? Two years? All the elementals of the Golden Celestial Lake?"

As soon as Ruan revealed that fact, the Three Queens froze and simultaneously showed their shock. Naturally, the three of them knew the Golden Celestial Lake and immediately made the connection. Moreover, for someone at his level of cultivation, and having been in the sect for only two years... that required an incomparably terrifying innate talent!

The gazes of Myna, Kaltis, and Veyra crossed, and their expressions changed. This kind of talent could no longer be called rare; it was at an unprecedented level.

The three of them also immediately realized why the Sect Leader had accepted such a competition... and also... understood that he had probably provoked Veyra to make all of this happen.

The difference between the two was one realm, and Vymara's mastery over the water element was extremely high. For Darian to have achieved this... it would only be possible if his mastery over fire had reached a heaven-defying level.

Water was almost completely Yin; fire was the opposite, being Yang. When a gap in mastery and control existed between opposing sides, it was simple for Yang to dominate and completely nullify Yin.

What had just happened clearly proved that, in terms of elemental mastery, Darian was far superior to Vymara.

All the disciples of the Golden Crow Sect were stunned. "Darian is really... that strong?"

"Hehe... he's also an Alchemy Emperor." Limdiss couldn't help but comment with a faint smile on his face.

Everyone fell silent and swallowed hard. Indeed, they had forgotten that detail, which made everything even more shocking.

"Congratulations, Sect Leader Gildor... congratulations on finding such a good disciple," Veyra said through gritted teeth.

Now that the situation had reached this point, deep in her heart, she had finally realized she had been tricked. However...

"Unfortunately for you... compared to my disciple and successor... he's still far worse!" she finished coldly.

"Vymara!" Veyra said in an extremely agitated voice, "For the last move, you don't need to hold back anymore... let the entire Golden Crow Sect clearly witness a once-in-history talent of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy!"

Vymara was quite surprised. She turned and murmured, "Master, is it possible..."

"Yes!" Veyra slowly nodded, her gaze growing increasingly dark.

Vymara clenched her fists and nodded in affirmation. Thinking back to the previous wager and how easily Darian had destroyed Aqua Doom, indeed... she could only reveal this trump card to the world.

Myna seemed like she wanted to say something, but just as she was about to step forward, she paused for a moment and decided to remain where she was, letting out a faint sigh.

Although this would reveal a major secret ahead of time, Veyra truly could not afford to lose. With the level of the wager in this dispute, there was absolutely no way Veyra could accept defeat.

"A once-in-history talent of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy?" Gildor mocked warmly. "Very well! I admit she isn't bad, but she's still far from being comparable to my disciple."

"I hope you don't get too scared!" Facing Gildor's words, Veyra smiled energetically with a dark look. "Vymara!"

Vymara's expression suddenly turned solemn, a frightening calm before the storm.

When the blue light on her body reignited, the water element around her was no longer fluid; it had become dense, heavy like the deep ocean.

"Ha!" she grunted, but the strain quickly turned into a violent scream.

"Haaaaaaaaaah!"

*BUZZ*

A sharp hum echoed through the air, and the fabric of space-time began to ripple violently. A distorted, prismatic light emerged around her head, shaping itself into a halo of pure authority.

The air became too heavy to breathe. The sect bigshots lost their breath; they couldn't believe what they were feeling. That... was the signature of the laws of the universe bending and manifesting through her!

Vymara floated, her feet leaving the ground as her body began to shine with the radiance of a bluish sun. Her aura was no longer that of a little fairy; it was the absolute presence of a deity. The air around her seemed sacred, untouchable.

"Impossible... She's a Divinity Candidate!"

Ruan's words cut through the silence like thunder. The shock on the disciples' faces surpassed anything they had ever felt. Seeing Darian block that earlier strike had been a feat of strength, but seeing Vymara in that state was witnessing something completely inconceivable.

Darian took a deep breath, staring into Vymara's eyes, which had locked onto him.

She felt an endless power and connection with the laws of the world, but... her heart sped up when she met Darian's gaze. That was because... in this state, she sensed something inside him that was so far above her that she couldn't comprehend it.

Darian snorted. He had already heard about this. Outside this universe, when a person tried to become an immortal, they had to go through a life-and-death battle against the laws of the world and survive.

Among cultivators from other universes, facing tribulations was common, but the chances of survival weren't that low. But to become an immortal, the dangers were thousands of times greater.

In this universe, however, within Celestial Cultivation, that battle happened already in the intermediate realms.

When someone managed to break through to the Celestial King Realm, the individual's power multiplied so much that it was already comparable to a low-level immortal, Darian knew.

But when those cultivators reached the final realm, the Celestial Master Realm, to become an immortal, there was only one path... become a divinity.

Basically, everyone had to abandon the techniques and inheritances they received within this universe and use those things only as a foundation to develop their own Divine technique.

The first step was to create something that would be accepted by the laws of the universe as a proto-divine technique. Anyone who succeeded received a mark from the laws of the universe in the form of a halo and was called a Divinity Candidate.

After that came the other part, which was even harder: completing the technique and having it accepted by the laws of the world as a true divine technique.

Every two or three hundred generations, only one person actually managed it.

The Bakunawa who left the inheritance in the three realms, for example, was an Ancestral Beast that achieved this feat.

After being accepted, the cultivator became an immortal divinity and gained the right to go to a secret place in the universe. After going to that place, they never returned. That was why all the gods created sects and left their complete techniques behind before departing.

No one in the universe knew where they went or why they never came back... their guess was that they went to another universe. But for Darian, it was obvious that they all went to the place separated from this universe, where his father, his mother, and many others, above immortals, lived.

All cultivators who reached near the peak of cultivation tried to create a Divine Technique. But... in each generation, fewer than a dozen people actually managed to become just a Divinity Candidate.

Normally, they were all very old figures in the Celestial Master Realm. That was another reason for the absolute shock of the people present... Vymara was very young and still had very low cultivation... how was it possible that she had already become a Divinity Candidate?

In everyone's mind, a certainty took shape.

Without a doubt.

Vymara was a once-in-history talent of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy. After Bakunawa itself, no one comparable to her had ever existed.

*God Slaying Lance*

Vymara roared, and her voice seemed to echo through the laws of the world, not through the air. She raised both hands to the sky, and then the entire heavens were covered by darkness and bluish light.

In seconds, the two sides fused and condensed, forming an ethereal spear over thirty meters long, radiating devastating potential.

Even the sect bigshots swallowed hard. A feeling of extreme danger rose in their hearts when they imagined facing that head-on. Even though their cultivation and power were thousands of times greater... that thing could still kill them!

'This looks quite similar to my Blinding Break... interesting, but it's still in an embryonic form.' Darian thought, his expression calm and contemplative.

'Can you withstand that kind of power? If you can't, just surrender, and I'll bear the consequences. Don't force yourself.' Gildor's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, full of concern.

Without hesitation, Darian shook his head. However, his gaze was still fixed on the gigantic black-and-blue spear hovering above.

Drops of sweat fell from Vymara's body like torrential rain; her face was pale from exhaustion. She was pushing herself far beyond her limits to use that because she had no other choice. In mere seconds, the aura of the colossal spear above finally stabilized.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the sky, once crimson and blazing, now held only a single glow. The spear of destruction seemed to become the center of the world, emitting rays of dark and icy light, like a harbinger of the end times.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed all of this had been caused by a young woman. At that moment, Vymara could no longer be considered merely an unparalleled talent... it was obvious she was a monster that had been well hidden until now, and would be recognized even by the most powerful sects in the universe in the future.

Veyra's head slowly turned as her pupils shone with constant excitement. This was something she could only dream of; even she herself had never managed to achieve it.

"Gildor, the disciple you just accepted, really isn't normal and gave me quite a shock. However, compared to Vymara... he still leaves much to be desired!"

Veyra wore an extremely arrogant and proud smile as she mocked, "In the future, she will be the first person in the history of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy to reach divinity! Without a doubt, she will shock the entire universe at the Celestial Tournament! Hahahaha!"

The people of the sect took a deep breath. Now they understood why the Three Queens had chosen to come to this sect, humble themselves, and ask Gildor for help. They wanted to give everything they could, and couldn't, to Vymara, so she could go as far as possible in the future.

"Sect Leader!" Chrysos stared at Darian for a moment until he finally couldn't hold back and spoke to Gildor. He knew Darian was an anomaly, but this was too much. The power of that spear could threaten even them.

Gildor did not respond to his brother.

After snorting, Gildor mocked coldly, "Veyra, although you haven't achieved anything on your own, at least you accepted a good disciple."

"Gah... gah..."

Vymara's figure was still radiating a distorted aura. She raised one hand to the sky while panting intensely, her expression and breathing filled with pain. After all, even though it was only the initial form of the technique, the God Slaying Lance was still far too heavy a burden for her cultivation.

"Heh..." Veyra chuckled softly. "Hurry up and tell your disciple to surrender. You should know this power isn't something that can be easily controlled. Once Vymara throws it and it starts descending, your newly accepted direct disciple will certainly die!"

"Surrender?" Gildor's face showed disdain. "I'm more worried about her than Darian. Are you sure she won't explode before throwing it? She looks like she's suffering quite a serious internal injury..."

The other two Queens swallowed hard. Indeed, Vymara was on the verge of not being able to withstand the energy of her own technique. And after using it, she would need several days to recover from the internal injuries it would cause.

Veyra frowned and said solemnly, "As expected of the Grand Sect Leader, you really are stubborn! You truly don't care about the life and death of your direct disciple!"

"Life or death? Hmph, why do you think my disciple can't defend against something even its creator can't withstand using?" Gildor asked coldly.

"Good... good!" Veyra's whole body trembled. "Then if your disciple, this Darian, dies at the hands of my successor... what will you do!?"

"If Darian is seriously injured or killed, I promise I won't pursue the matter. Does that satisfy you?"

Those shocking words left everyone stunned. Veyra was especially shaken and, pointing at Gildor, said through gritted teeth, "Gildor, that... was said by you yourself!"

"Sect Leader! This—"

"Silence!" Ruan had barely begun to speak when Gildor shot him a cold look. "Two disciples are competing. If any of you dare to interfere... don't blame me for being severe!"

Everyone turned pale. Meanwhile, Myna and Kaltis simply exchanged glances. How could Darian accept this!?

"Vymara!" Veyra shouted.

Vymara raised her head with difficulty. "Master... but..."

"Attack!" Veyra ordered.

Vymara looked at Darian, still hesitant. But... when she saw the infinite calm in his eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded.

"WAHHHHHHHH!"

She released a loud roar; the divine halo above her head instantly exploded as the spear began to descend, tearing apart the surrounding space.

The disciples could still endure the previous aura, but now, with the spear descending, the entire world seemed to have been suddenly thrown into a vortex of absolute destruction. The disciples with lower cultivation levels began to scream as their vital energy seemed to be sucked away.

The sect bigshots leapt up and flew into the sky, condensing a massive barrier of golden flames to contain that devastating power.

As a result, however, the internal power had nowhere to go... Darian, who stood at the center of it all, was now facing the full, raw force of that strike. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The colossal spear left trails of darkness as it descended. Even from the other side of the flame barrier, everyone could feel the terrifying aura of the attack.

Darian raised his head, his entire body lit by a crimson-gold color. As the spear descended, it became clear he would not move. He remained standing still, gaze fixed; it looked like he was analyzing it.

"AHHHH——"

Countless screams overlapped as everyone watched the spear descend and engulf Darian...

**KBOOOOM!!**

A violent explosion rang out along with an eruption of blue and black light as the entire area was dyed in destruction.

The space where Darian stood had turned completely black, the space itself shattered.

There was only destructive energy and a vacuum, capable of annihilating matter. The fire barrier separated everyone from the darkness, protecting them. Even so, everyone from the Golden Crow Sect was horrified.

"So... so terrifying... the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy really... has people this frightening," said a Golden Crow disciple, trembling. "Darian... he must have died instantly..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" someone roared, but... even he thought the same.

Queen Myna's gaze was tense. She sighed heavily because she truly couldn't understand why Gildor had disregarded his disciple's life. But...

She had barely finished her sigh when her expression suddenly changed.

Through the layers of darkness at the epicenter...

She could still clearly feel Darian's aura! Moreover, that aura was extraordinarily distinct; it didn't seem to have weakened at all!

Long after the explosion, the turmoil finally began to settle as the darkness slowly faded and space stabilized.

Then, gradually, a figure slowly emerged.

Darian was still in his original position. A small patch of ground existed around his feet. However, all the surrounding land had vanished.

The scene was somewhat peculiar, as an enormous hole of unknown depth had formed; yet he still stood at the center, atop a small pillar.

Darian's expression was solemn.

Around his body, a crimson-gold barrier of flames stood out amid the remnants of destruction. Those were the Golden Crow flames, which obviously served no purpose other than decorating him. Darian used them to signal the disciples, making them feel that this was the sect's power.

Some fragments of the attack's energy still tried to pierce through, but they were incapable of reaching Darian's body, no matter how intensely they tried. Darian's entire body was completely free of injuries, and the Golden Crow Sect robes he wore didn't show the slightest sign of damage.

Worse... he hadn't moved a single centimeter from start to finish.

And once again...

Everything fell silent.