The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2801  The Return of the Elder

Minos and his wives swiftly assimilated the current state of affairs at the guild's clandestine outpost in Uzira.

The briefing was concise, as Tiolos had already conveyed most of the crucial information. They were primarily updated on the status and positions of the original surviving members from the Cursed Rock escape.

Most of these veteran guild members were operating within the confines of the outpost, while a select few were engaged in missions across the continent. Minos and his wives received brief reports on these ongoing operations, filing away the information for future reference.

Within a remarkably short span of less than 12 hours at the force's continental headquarters, Minos began issuing directives. He strategically positioned his high-level Supremes throughout the headquarters, assigning them to roles that aligned perfectly with their individual powers and personality profiles.

The Hell Lifelings, beings brought to life by the four humans, shared an intrinsic connection with their creators. This profound bond allowed Minos and his wives to possess an intimate understanding of each being's capabilities and potential. Consequently, Minos's orders were the result of brief yet intensely focused discussions with his wives, swiftly determining the optimal direction for each Hell Lifeling.

Over half of the group was designated to remain at the guild post, their mission to foster the continued development of Armhands on the continent. These individuals were assigned to various internal positions within the headquarters, tasked with educating new disciples across diverse fields. Their responsibilities ranged from training alchemists and blacksmiths to serving as combat instructors and teachers of ancient history.

A specialized group of Hell Lifelings was charged with a unique and critical task: harvesting the collective memories of their brethren and compiling this vast knowledge into comprehensive tomes.

These books would serve as invaluable resources for force members, offering insights into pivotal historical events not just from the continent's past, but from this world and even other realms across the universe.

Many of these Hell Lifelings were foreigners, after all.

When this was finished, Minos gathered with his wives for the decisive moment of their current objectives. They allowed the presence of the guild's Generals and settled down on the outskirts of a platform, where the coffin of the old First Elder Juma was already positioned, its lid open, revealing the remains unconsumed by the passage of time.

Old Juma had been at the pinnacle of level 122 when death claimed him. For Abby, with her newfound abilities, his resurrection would be easy.

Abby positioned herself near the elder's obsidian urn, her energies beginning to circulate through his ebony crown. As she channeled her powers, the very essence of a Devil manifested in this corner of Armhands' domain.

Those unaware of the extent of Abby's current capabilities felt an involuntary shudder course through their bodies. Some even experienced a palpable suppression, as if the very air around them had grown heavy with otherworldly power. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Minos cleverly guided his wife. Under his expert direction, Abby's cultivation surged even higher, cresting at level 124. This sent another wave of awe—and fear—through the onlookers, with individuals like Leger visibly unnerved by the spectacle unfolding before them.

A swirling mist, its hue a mesmerizing blend of blue and black, enshrouded old Juma's remains. It seemed to beckon to unseen forces, drawing both arcane laws and vast quantities of energy towards the lifeless body.

Behind Abby, a wheel of dark energy materialized—a perfect replica of the Reincarnation Wheel. To the uninitiated, it might have appeared as merely an intricate, mystical construct. But to those who had glimpsed the realms of Hell, its true nature was unmistakable.

Something left the dark wheel behind Abby—a spark that those watching recognized as special. This spark entered the body, covered in blue and black energy, and soon afterward, an aura appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a glow reminiscent of a star's explosion.

One of the scholars present saw this and his eyes widened as he stood up. "Creation of life!" he exclaimed, pointing toward Abby and her magical ritual.

"They say that when a sperm fertilizes an ovum, a soul is born, and a luminous effect forms around the ovum—a sign of the origin of life and intelligent consciousness unique to its structure," the man added in shock, witnessing what he had thought impossible just moments ago.

Minos and his wives listened to their group's expert in silence, storing the information away in their memories. They understood how his powers worked, but they couldn't explain certain parts of the reactions his powers could provoke. Hearing the man's impressed words helped them subtly.

While some of the guild members chatted in low voices, something began to move in Juma's coffin, drawing most of their attention in anticipation.

Then, just two minutes after Abby's ritual had begun, she dimmed her powers slightly as a hand emerged from the coffin, pointing at the old man.

Juma revealed himself entirely, causing some of the people who already knew him to be stunned by how similar his current appearance was to when he was alive.

The major difference in Juma's appearance was that he now looked a little younger and more energetic. Otherwise, even his clothes were identical to when he was last in the guild!

"Where am I?" His hoarse voice echoed in the void, as a kaleidoscope of memories—both his own and newly imprinted information—flashed before his eyes in a matter of seconds.

With startling clarity, he recalled sacrificing himself for the guild's greater good. He had unleashed his Flashdrain parasite and perished in combat, dealing a crippling blow to a rival.

"That… That aura." He scanned his surroundings, his gaze settling on Minos and Abby standing behind him. He instantly recognized the young Armhands members who had once vowed to revolutionize the guild.

Even if Abby hadn't imprinted new information on his memory, Juma would understand this situation when he felt the difference in the powers of these two compared to how they were back then.

"I see… How many centuries have passed? Are the other Elders still alive?" He hadn't immediately realized he was in Uzira, but he was about to find out as he scanned his surroundings.

Abby stepped forward, offering a respectful gesture of greeting to the First Elder, who was currently revealing a cultivation of level 123, not just level 122 when he was alive!

"Elder," Abby began, his voice tinged with reverence, "we're in Uzira, carrying out the mission the Supreme Leader assigned us back then. As far as we know, the other Elders are faring well. However, we've been absent from Oqia for decades, so their current status is uncertain."

Juma, sharp as ever, didn't miss a beat. "Decades?" he questioned, his brow furrowing. "You've ascended to the middle level of the 12th stage in mere decades?"

Even after sacrificing himself, he had only unlocked his previous bottleneck to be at level 123 now. How had these two become such strong Supremes in mere decades?