Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis told Stella that he would be back shortly and broke the Emblem.

BANG!

When Gravis broke the Emblem, his surroundings seemingly exploded as space was thrown into absolute carnage. The displacement of the teleportation left behind a small, smoking crater.

Gravis hadn't noticed these changes since he had always already been gone when he broke the Emblem, but Stella noticed them.

And her eyes nearly fell out of her sockets.

Stella knew a lot about teleportation, and she had also used such Emblems several times. However, none of the Emblems she had ever seen had demonstrated such an insane power. To create such destruction with a mere teleportation was basically unheard of.

Could her dead teacher create something like this?

Maybe?

However, it would definitely be beyond expensive, even for her. Yet, Gravis had broken the Emblem just to talk to someone? Whom was he talking to? Who were they?

Was Gravis truly just an Ascender? How could he come into contact with someone with such great power that they could hand out such teleportation Emblems in just a couple of days?

Gravis was already the most bizarre and abnormal human Stella had ever met, but he just continued to become more and more mysterious. After talking with him for a while, Stella had assumed that she knew Gravis better.

And then he pulled that stunt!

Meanwhile, Gravis appeared at Arc's clearing. Instead of arriving at the same position he had arrived last time, Gravis directly appeared close to Arc.

Gravis immediately noticed Arc. Arc sat on a tree stump as he drew some confusing lines into the ground with a smile.

Arc turned to Gravis with a smile, who watched Arc with narrowed eyes.

"Funnily enough," Arc said with a slight laugh. "This has nothing to do with me."

Gravis' brows furrowed further. "How can it not have something to do with you?" he asked. "You are responsible for assigning tribulations, are you not?"

"Yes, I am," Arc said, "but I'm not as involved as you think I am."

me that you didn't assign me as Stella's tribulation?" he

right index finger. "That's something else," he said. "Yes, I have assigned you as her tribulation, but that doesn't mean that I manipulated you or her into

that what Heavens do?" Gravis asked, unamused. "You put being at the right

with a smile and a nod, "but

be Stella's tribulation?" Gravis asked. This

another line in the dirt. "You believe that

tribulations go like this, yes, but the other 50% are different," Arc said, "and you just so

other 50%?" Gravis asked with a

one having the tribulation," Arc explained. "If we held ourselves to a strict timetable, someone might be

we leave the Cultivators and beasts a window of about 200 years before their time is up. If someone that fits the tribulation

strict set of rules, in this case, they

already proved that. Heavens were not supposed to appear in front of beings, contact them, help them, or

send different opponents to different places all the time would require the Heavens to change the flow of the world. Sure, if it was necessary, they would do so, but if it wasn't necessary, everyone

to choose the most powerful opponent possible that just so

you phrase it like that, doesn't

Gravis nodded.

about I rephrase it for

raised

resource point you want to attack," Arc said with a smile. "And when you choose something while having

smirked. "Or did you choose at

He

have a Late Minor Circulation Immortal with the worst possible

other side, we have someone with above-average Karmic Luck, who is also an entire Circulation above the first one, and even worse, they

luck of the first individual draws them to a

of the second

magnets that attract each

match made in

heard Arc's pun, and Arc laughed loudly

knew about his bad luck but evading something like luck was very difficult. Gravis thought that he had enough information to make an informed decision, but he had failed to notice

reliable, but it wasn't perfect. One inaccuracy in thousands of resource points was not bad at all. This meant that thousands

that single inaccuracy

Nearly nothing.

inaccuracy

Bad luck.