The God of Cataka

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Shen Zhu laid down his grandfather and covered him carefully. Then sit down on the edge of his bed.

A number of male and female servants burst into the room in shock.

Shen Zhu jerked his head to the side and flashed a sharp look at them.

The Emperor Guards Knight raised a hand warning the servants to give time.

The servants bowed in unison and walked backwards as they exited.

"You too," the Emperor said to his Knight Guards. "Leave us!" his orders are firm.

"Good!" The Guard Knight bowed and pleaded.

Shen Zhu scratched the tip of his index finger with his thumb nail until it bled, then scratched the tip of his middle finger, ring finger and pinky.

A thin, dark smoke billowed from his grandfather's body and was sucked into the wound on each of his fingertips.

The old man scanned Shen Zhu's fingers with squinted eyes. His hands began to move and gradually recovered. He raised both his hands, then pulled his body sitting while flipping through his palms in astonishment. "It—"

"Nirvana Column!" shen Zhu replied cutting off his grandfather's question.

The Nirvana Pond was an ancient ocean created from the shadow of the Great Spirit God, the first ancient god to create the universe. It is said that the Nirvana Pool is the source of the particles of life. Also called genetic pool.

Over time, the Pool of Nirvana churned and thickened, then reflected dark steam in the form of a gas fog that covered the ocean, making the universe pitch black and making chaos.

This period is referred to as the Dark Age.

The dark ages lasted up to six periods of universe creation, and ended in the third century of human civilization where the god of doom sent down a flood to wipe out the sins of the world.

The pool of Nirvana was sealed in a mausoleum of the god of calamity which came to be known as the Grail of Murka or Seal of the God of Catastrophe.

The cup was now embedded in Shen Zhu's body after he broke it accidentally.

It can be said as both a gift and a curse!

"I feel as strong as a horse now" said his grandfather. "You must be responsible for accompanying me for a walk!"

"Good!" shen Zhu replied, smiling enthusiastically. Then he got out of his grandfather's bed.

The old man uncovers his blanket and lowers both his legs to the floor.

Shen Zhu grabbed her arm and led her out of the room.

The servants and a number of bodyguards lined up along the corridor bowed towards them.

As if it could read Shen Zhu's mind, the old Emperor spoke directly to its core.

"The Emperor's wand is stored in the basement, just behind the floor where the throne chair is located," he said after they were in the colorful glowing flower garden.

Fairy trees line up like giant bonsai along the park as a fence that bounds each street.

Like the forest of spiritual monster maintenance in the Blood Covenant Land.

Golden colored light powder scattered in the air along with colorful light balls like dandelions.

The entire place around the palace was filled with natural spiritual energy that was almost on par with the Sky Palace.

It is worth calling it the Garden of Heaven! Shen Zhu was amazed.

The Jingling Continent is believed to be a lost paradise, also known as the Garden of Heaven.

The spiritual power of every creature in this land was almost equivalent to the aura of a god.

The plant fairies were milling around the entire garden like butterflies. Their body size is no larger than an adult's finger size. Their wings glowed like yaspis jewels. Each of their movements left a sound like a gasp. Creating fresh music.

Some of them floated around Shen Zhu, scattering golden-colored light powder that made Shen Zhu's figure look even more mesmerizing, exuding a true godly charm.

"Only the elect can touch the Emperor's Scepter" the Emperor added.

"I understand," Shen Zhu responded. "That's why no one has been able to reach the altar of the throne except the Knight Pillar of God."

"Only you can pull it!" The Emperor assured Shen Zhu. "It won't be easy either!"

Shen Zhu turned his head and looked at his grandfather with a curious look.

"In other words, plucking the Emperor's Scepter is a series of cultivation methods?"

"Yes!"

Shen Zhu was instantly speechless.

"I will attend your training!" The Emperor gently patted Shen Zhu on the shoulder while smiling faintly.

Shen Zhu blinked and smiled back faintly. Then he looked around as the little fairies circled around him while dancing.

"It has come so far" his grandfather advised. "Too far to go back."

"I understand," Shen Zhu replied courteously.

"Anything difficult, you are doomed," said the Emperor. "So it can't fail!"

Not wanting to delay the time, the Emperor decided to start training Shen Zhu the next day.

The floor under the throne seat rotated and shifted as the Emperor pressed the arm of his chair. A big hole is broken. The stone stairs stretched across the hole leading downwards.

The emperor led the way to the basement.

A large temple-like room stretched at the base of the stairs.

The God Emperor scepter was stuck on top of the altar, emitting a golden bright light in the center of the four dark-colored pillars with embossed painting carvings.

Shen Zhu turned to his grandfather with a doubtful look.

The old man nodded in his encouragement.

Shen Zhu sighed deeply, then exhaled slowly. Then walk towards the altar.

The aura of pressure on the altar was much greater than that of the emperor's throne altar.

Just reaching the bottom of the stairs, Shen Zhu's footsteps already felt heavy as if they were gripped by shackles on his ankles.

When his feet climbed the first step, Shen Zhu's stomach was bent to a tightness.

The second ladder made his feet drag a few inches back.

The third staircase makes his body feel squashed in the crack of the mountain.

The fourth staircase feels like a sledgehammer.

BLAAASSH!

Shen Zhu bounced backwards and fell to his knees with his heels dragged on the floor.

His grandfather held his back from behind.

Shen Zhu pulled up his body with great difficulty, then stood staggered while bending his stomach. His entire body felt pulsating as if it was about to explode.

It was a symptom of spiritual power breaking through a level where he had to meditate immediately.

"I will take care of you" the Emperor strengthened him.

Shen Zhu sighed heavily and nodded at his grandfather while forcing a smile. Then sit cross-legged on the floor in the middle of a large empty room.

Other than the paintings embossed along the walls and a number of pillars, there was nothing else in the room except the Scepter of the Emperor.

Shen Zhu meditated in the room for a full day.

Then continue with the coach.

The second day he made it to the top of the stairs, then bounced again when he reached the edge of the altar.

Then his body demanded meditation again.

So on and on again, trying to reach for the stick, then bounce off and meditate again.

In seven days, the crown of her hair turned silver.

Now he could touch the stick and start fighting to pull it out.