The Primordial Tamer



Oriont then left Lily to prepare herself for the upcoming battles. Orion made his way toward the seating area designated for the audience. The arena was teeming with people from all walks of life, eagerly anticipating the commencement of the tournament.

As he found his seat among the spectators, Orion's eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. The stands were a tapestry of colors and banners, each representing different sects and factions.

Orion couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He was not merely a bystander in this event; he was invested in the outcome. The participants' destinies would intertwine with his own, shaping the path ahead.

Sitting among the crowd, he found himself surrounded by fervent discussions and whispered speculations about the upcoming matches.

Some analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of notable participants, while others debated the potential alliances and rivalries that might arise.

Orion listened intently, absorbing the insights shared by the experienced observers. Their words painted a vivid picture of the talent and tenacity that would grace the arena.

As he soaked in the atmosphere, Orion's gaze occasionally drifted towards the entrance, where Lily had disappeared moments ago. 

He couldn't help but wonder about her chances in the tournament. Just then, Stella's voice appeared in his mind, breaking through his thoughts.

"What do you think about the tournament?" Stella's voice echoed within him.

Orion smiled inwardly, appreciating the telepathic connection he shared with Stella. "I don't know much about it," he replied mentally, "but I have no doubt that Lily will emerge victorious."

Stella's voice resonated with confidence. "Of course, the majority of participants are at the Warrior Realm or Lord Realm at the highest. But Lily, being in the King Realm, will have a significant advantage. It's almost like overkill."

Orion chuckled softly at Stella's assessment. Her unwavering support and belief in Lily mirrored his own. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. Lily's exceptional skills, combined with her advanced cultivation level, set her apart from the other contestants.

As the tournament progressed, the excitement in the air reached its zenith. The time had come for the announcer to welcome both the audience and the participants, setting the stage for the fierce battles that lay ahead.

A hush fell over the arena as the announcer's voice resonated through the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the prestigious tournament of Scaleforge Town," their voices boomed with enthusiasm and authority, capturing the attention of everyone present.

The crowd erupted into applause, their excitement was palpable as they eagerly awaited the unfolding spectacle. The tournament held a special significance in Scaleforge Town, attracting participants and spectators from far and wide.

The announcer continued, their voice carrying a sense of reverence for the martial arts tradition. "Today, we gather to witness the clash of extraordinary talents, the convergence of strength and skill. Prepare yourselves for an unforgettable display of martial prowess."

Orion's heart swelled with pride as he observed the diverse array of participants, each representing their respective sects and martial disciplines. He marveled at the vibrant tapestry of colors, symbols, and emblems adorning their attire, signifying their allegiances.

The announcer's words filled the arena, igniting a renewed sense of anticipation. "In this tournament, warriors from all walks of life will compete in the pursuit of glory, honor, and the ultimate prize—the admiration of their peers and the chance to elevate their sect's standing."

As the weight of the tournament's significance settled in, Orion's eyes darted to Lily, who stood at the center of the bustling arena. She exuded a quiet confidence, her gaze focused and unwavering.

The crowd's attention shifted to the participants, their collective energy permeating the atmosphere. Warriors of varying skill levels and cultivation realms filled the arena, creating a mosaic of power and potential.

Amidst the anticipation, the announcer's voice took on a tone of reverence as they introduced the distinguished guests and respected elders who would preside over the tournament.

These revered figures, known for their martial prowess and wisdom, commanded the utmost respect from both participants and spectators alike.

Their presence added an air of grandeur and importance to the event, emphasizing its significance within the martial arts community.

The announcer's voice resonated throughout the arena as they continued, "These tournaments are not only a platform for showcasing martial talent but also a means for the young warriors to forge their path and establish their mark in the realm of cultivation."

The announcer then continued, "It is also an opportunity for them to prove their mettle and seize the chance to win the young flame dragon, which will serve as their first contracted beast."

The revelation sparked a renewed sense of excitement among the crowd. Whispers filled the air as the significance of the prize became apparent.

The young flame dragon, a creature of immense power and rarity, symbolized both prestige and potential. It was a coveted companion that would accompany the winner on their journey of martial growth and adventure.

Orion's gaze shifted towards Lily, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. He knew that the prize held a special allure for her, as it would not only enhance her abilities but also signify a significant milestone in her cultivation journey.

With each passing moment, the weight of the tournament's purpose settled upon him, igniting a fire of determination within his core.

The participants, aware of the stakes, stood tall and focused, their youthful spirits emanating a palpable energy. They represented various sects, each with their unique techniques and training methods.

The tension in the arena reached its peak as the announcer's voice resonated through the air once again. Their words carried a sense of authority and anticipation, capturing the attention of everyone present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed participants and honored guests," the announcer declared, their voices ringing with enthusiasm. "The moment we have all been waiting for has arrived. Let the tournament begin!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause reverberating throughout the vast expanse of the arena. Excitement crackled in the air as the young warriors prepared to showcase their skills, each filled with a burning desire to prove themselves.