The God of Cataka

3

Already I guess not a single element would admit it, Inner Master Fang felt victorious. Then bowed, sighing Shen Zhu stood up and held him again. The magic circle under his feet shot rapidly into the high sky, then disappeared behind the vortex of clouds.

A moment later, they were already back in the alliance head's throne hall.

The other college owners stared disappointedly at them.

"Next!" alliance chairman's instructions.

The elders in the formation moved their fingers and palms in front of their chests, forming the distinctive styles of spiritual martial arts. Then the image on the transparent glass surface changes slowly, giving rise to a tulou. The inscription above his gate reads: Holy Literature College.

Holy Literature College is a Taoist spiritual school.

The owner of the college stepped in calmly and authoritatively. As a spiritual martial arts college professor who pursues inner peace, he is not plagued by anxiety like the others. Although his little heart was just as objectionable.

The bald-headed middle-aged man led Shen Zhu back into the circle of the teleportation gate formation, and a moment later they had already landed inside a room that became the repository of their college sacred books.

The man stopped in the middle of the room in front of the stairs of an altar.

"Listen, boy!" The man instructed. "You just have to stand in the middle of that altar and wait for a reaction. No need to do anything."

Shen Zhu stepped up to an upper floor that was similar to a throne altar but only surrounded by bookshelves. In the middle of the altar was a circular image of white light in the shape of a disc like a magic formation.

And when he stopped in the middle of that circle, the halo spun and emitted light throughout the room.

The whole room was shaking and crimping. The volumes of books around him poked out from their respective places.

But not a single one darted out and floated towards him like he should.

Every piece of writing in the book volume around the room shone golden and shone on Shen Zhu. Letter after letter floated out from all the books and lunged towards Shen Zhu.

Once again, the boy felt his body burning. All those letters seeped into his body word for word to billions of words. Then it exploded in his body until his body lit up like embers. It then evaporated leaving a thin, dark-colored smoke on the surface of his skin like a burning remnant.

All the books went back to their respective places without a single one approaching them.

The owner of the college shook his head and brought Shen Zhu back to the chairman's throne hall through the teleportation portal.

To this extent, Shen Zhu still did not understand what the owners of the college were doing. But he followed every instruction obediently.

All tests passed without a single heirloom that chose it.

Not even an heirloom wants it? thought everyone.

The rest of the sword sect colleges, alchemist colleges and magus—victory colleges.

The owners of the academy began to stiffen, except for the owner of the magi college.

Now it was the turn of the sword sect's college owner who had to test it.

The teleportation magic circle settles down in the basement of the college.

The whole room was filled with swords. Some are laid out in the best places, some are stacked in crates. Some are just lying as broken and rusty junk.

The swords trembled as they landed on the floor of the room.

Several swords in the best places lit up and floated from their respective places. But again none of them came close to Shen Zhu.

The owner of the sword sect college smiled in satisfaction.

Suddenly a chest exploded until the contents scattered throughout the room.

The owner of the school froze in horror.

The owner of the college groaned in his heart.

The sword was already rusted and broken at the end. He may be over hundreds of years old. It could be hundreds of thousands of years.

But the sword chose him.

The sword floated towards Shen Zhu and settled down before him.

"Of the many heirlooms, only the broken sword chose you?" the grunts of the owner of the sword sect's college pitched reproachfully. And I'm really unlucky, he said in his heart.

Shen Zhu froze looking at the blood red gem that lit up in the hold of the middle of the sword shaft without blinking. The jewel looks like a red iris.

Then suddenly the light exploded before his eyes and blinded him. The whole area around him just looked white. Then it starts to slow down.

As his vision recovered, Shen Zhu found himself already somewhere else.

Where is this? thought panic. Then look around.

The owner of the college that accompanied him disappeared behind him. So is the collection of swords throughout the room.

The room was now empty and dark like a cave.

The only light that shone on him came from a sword that was burning with red tongues of fire stuck on a stone in the middle of a pond that was also red.

Shen Zhu stood in front of the sword on the stone earlier.

A thin, dark-colored smoke flowed out from the rock crevice where the tip of the sword was poking, then soaring high formed a vortex on top of that sword and created the illusory figure of a dark-robed mysterious man with a hood.

The figure only looked black like a shadow, but the shape was very specific. Except for his face, everything was clear.

"Young Man." the figure whispered in a rumbling voice. "Take this sword and end your test. You don't need to be tested anymore. They won't see it."

Shen Zhu looked up and squinted his eyes, staring at the part that should be the face yet only looked dark.

"I will bless your destiny to lead humanity into a new era" whispered the mysterious figure again like the whisper of the wind. "But as blessings always come with curses, you will experience very long and tortuous trials, face many challenges and pass many obstacles. Are you scared?"

Shen Zhu gulped and bowed. Her brother's words flashed in her mind.

"Are you scared, sister?"

The question was almost always heard every time until it felt like a curse.

But no matter how her brother tried to lure her, she would desperately try to hide her feelings.

Shen Zhu raised his face and stared intently at the figure boldly. Then shook his head to answer the mysterious figure's question.

"Good!" the figure chuckled. His laughter sounded dry and evil.

But for the first time in a lifetime, Shen Zhu did not feel fear.

"No matter what happens to you, you have to face it bravely. Have a knight spirit and never be afraid, even offering your life. Are you scared?" The figure repeated the same question.

Shen Zhu tightened his jaw full of determination and shook his head once more.

"You have won my trust" said the figure again. Then again chuckled with a voice that set up the feathers. "At the end of the day, all I want to tell you is.." he hung up his sentence and let it evaporate.

Then suddenly the whole place shook and rumbled. The stone surface on which the sword struck instantly burst out with dark smoke mixed with flames and bits of rock.

YOAAARRRR!