The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2555  Ends and Beginnings

As he followed the seraph, Minos spotted many others of the same race as this individual in the village below, several of whom glanced in his direction with visible surprise.

The entry of a non-seraphim into this realm was as rare as the existence of Supremes in the universe. Not entirely uncommon, but rare, very rare.

As he watched, he realized the level 120 expert wasn't taking him to the tribe, but to another part of this canyon, toward where a golden glow was growing stronger and stronger.

Looking with his Bright Eyes, Minos saw six large wings attached to an ancient skeleton, suspended in the air 12 meters above the ground near one of the canyon walls. Nothing seemed to support these magnificent wings, as large as the wings of the level 120 Supreme in front of Minos. Something invisible, a force unknown to him, kept that magnificent and certainly heavy structure suspended in the air. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"This..."

 "As expected, your eyes are very good," the seraph said with a congratulatory look at Minos. "These are the ancestral wings of a warrior of my people. When we die, we leave behind powerful wings with a fraction of our powers.

I won't go into detail, but there are a variety of uses for them. One of them is assimilation between wings."

He looked at Minos' golden wings, causing him to open his eyes in understanding.

"I see."

"You have truly done a tremendous favor for my people. We are a very small group, and the ones who passed away in the Spiritual World make up 5% of our population. And, as I mentioned earlier, there are only a handful of worlds like yours in the entire universe that require protection. Nevertheless, you have earned this gift."

The seraph explained, already realizing Minos was curious about the gift he was about to receive.

"I'm afraid it's too precious for me..." Minos said, moving closer and closer, feeling more of the power of those wings that had once been part of a Supreme Seraph's body.

"You are right. In other situations, this would be too precious a reward. But my lord has ordered me to give you our most valuable set of wings today," he explained, looking at Minos with a minor curiosity.

He was also surprised, but as a loyal subordinate, he was even ready to sacrifice himself if his lord ordered it.

"Why?" Minos couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because of his heart, because he believes you could reach the Upper Realm. It could be anything." He shook his shoulders in uncertainty.

Minos knew these wings would help him become stronger, but they wouldn't add anything to his powers in the competition for the Celestial's inheritance. When one entered the Celestial's dimension, only one's 'natural' attributes counted during the event.

But Minos feared his journey into the universe more than he feared the Celestial's dimension. To him, those wings were worth as much as a second life chance!

"I hope to repay your lord for this gesture one day. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to refuse it. So if this is a test, I'm afraid I'll fail."

The seraph stopped flying when he was a few dozen meters from the wings. "No tests, haha. Rest assured, unlike mundane beings, we seraphim are incapable of lying in our lord's domain.

Anyway, before you absorb these wings, I want you to know where they came from.

In the distant past of my dimension, there was a seraph named Anak. He rose to prominence shortly after his birth and proved to be an important student of my lord's powers. 650,000 years ago, he reached the Divine Journey, showing the potential to one day reach the peak of the 12th stage.

A thousand years later, he was a level 115 cultivator, the leader of the Seraphim Tribe. Unfortunately, he died just before reaching level 122 while fighting against the evil forces in the universe on behalf of our lord.

The seraph's face changed as he alternated his gaze between Minos and the set of wings, clenching his fists and speaking with deep solemnity.

"Minos, be careful. Those marked by the True Celestials are, willingly or not, extensions of those beings' factions. The Celestials outside the Upper Realm see us as enemies to be eliminated, stones that can help them climb to higher heights.

However, there is a difference between you and me. My death would only disrupt my lord's plans for a while. Your death, on the other hand, could give some Celestials without a throne the chance to find their way to the Upper Realm.

Be on your guard. The universe is more dangerous than you know. Don't make a mistake before you reach the summit of the 12th stage!"

Minos nodded to the seraph, understanding the individual's seriousness, remembering the conversation with the seraph's soul fragment.

"I know, I'll be careful."

"Sigh... Go ahead. Let the set of true seraph wings assimilate into your wings. The process will be slow and painful, but it will be of great benefit to you. Your strength will increase after you have absorbed these wings. Perhaps you'll reach the peak of level 108 just by struggling to endure the absorption."

Minos understood why the seraph's soul fragment beside him had recommended that he invest some of his time in leveling up before coming to this place. That way, he could make the most of this opportunity to become as strong as possible after absorbing the set of wings.

"Thank you for this opportunity. It will help me continue my journey." Minos saluted the seraphim. "Please thank your lord for me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank him in person, but I'll certainly try."

The level 120 seraph nodded, narrowing his eyes as he looked into Minos' brown eyes.

'This is truly a good seed... Millions and millions of years have been spent cultivating someone truly worthy. In the end, the end of something is also a new beginning. My ancestors didn't expect Panvuter to produce such a person after its destruction, but they were wrong. I'll pay more attention to the end of great worlds in the future.'

Meanwhile, Minos approached the set of wings, until suddenly a pulse burst from the center of the six wings, causing his wings to react in a similar way, opening fully and emitting a pulse in response.

Then, while Minos was completely out of control of the situation, the skeleton attached to the six seraphim wings fell apart, releasing its mighty wings, which then moved forward and began to merge with his wings.