Chapter 31 Trure Trone got inspiration

"Before our master ascended, he had a divination for you and for me. It was mentioned that Yenny had apprenticeship of me, and that your apprentice would have to wait for your ascent. Of course, that's not the point."

"What's more," he said solemnly, "Yenny's destiny is very special. If Master's calculations are correct, a thousand years from now, something terrible will happen to this world, and Yenny could be the variable that changes it. Trure, before Yenny grew up, only I, the Mahayana, could give her the greatest protection and careful guidance."

"In the same way, you should know that your mission is more important than anyone else's. There is no time to spend teaching and protecting Yenny. If you take her by force, you will end up doing her as much harm as you." Constan continued.

Trure Trone was completely silent at Constan Dran's words.

Their master's skill in divination was unparalleled in this part of the world. The Millennium Catastrophe, he had heard their master mention something about it, but he did not expect that Yenny, a little girl, could be the variable that would change the doom.

It was the best arrangement, then, for such an important little girl to be placed under the tutelage of his senior brother.

"How come our master never told me about helping us predict our apprentice?" A few moments later, Trure Trone looked back at Constan Dran for a casual question, but didn't press too hard on Yenny's mystery as a variable.

As soon as heard this, Constan Dran realized that the last of his junior brother's anger had subsided, and added a few words of explanation.

"Master thinks it doesn't matter to you whether you accept them or not. Anyway, your disciples won't show up until you have ascended. So it doesn't matter if he tells you. Yenny's chart is particularly difficult to detect and likely to fall early. First she had to save her life and change her fortune before she could renew her apprenticeship with me and finally have a chance to be the change in the millennium!"

Their Master had gone to great trouble to calculate the divination for him, and had seen such an important clue in it.

"Variables... Change yourself first... Variable... Itself..." Trure Trone murmured to himself, and his eyes brightened and plenty of reiki around him soared.

Trure Trone had an obvious inspiration at this point. Not only was he in a state of extreme mystery, but at the same time a dim light was emerging from him.

Constan Dran didn't say a word when he saw him and sat down to protect and watch him, he was delighted.

For hundreds of years, Trure Trone's failure to enter into the Incarnation phase was not because he could not break through, but because he created a new way in the path of becoming a Incarnation that no one else had dared to take.

Despite this difficulty, Trure Trone managed to explore this unique and amazing way in just a few hundred years, and all that was needed was the final step at the door to enter his new world that no one had ever seen before or since. And now, it seemed, he has caught the last key.

Constan Dran was both happy and somewhat relieved.

"Finally ready to be promoted to the incarnation phase?" Constan Dran asked directly.

Trure Trone nodded and said, "That's all right. I'm going to seclusion and self-cultivation right now."

In response, Constan couldn't keep a smile from his face as he repeatedly agreed, "All right, don't go back to the ninth Peak of minor college. Just stay here in your old place. I won't leave until you're out. I'll protect you.

The thunder-lightning ordeal of leveling up to incarnation phase was more dangerous than before. Plus, the new cultivation form Trure Trone created had never existed before, and they didn't know what would happen when he was creating, so it was better to have him watch over him.

Trure Trone also knew that his situation was special, so he did not refuse his brother's kindness: "Thank you, at least three or two months, at most six months."

"There is no need for thanks between you and me. Just go to seclusion and self-cultivation. I will take care of everything else." Constan said.

"Here you go," Constan Dran said, taking out another storage bag that he had prepared for his brother. "There's something in it that you'll need to ride out the thunder and lightning ordeal. It's been there for you for centuries."

Constan Dran felt like he was a father at the moment, even though he was only a few months older than Trure Trone.

Trure Trone just took it. He did not have to refuse too much of a good thing, and it was rare for his senior brother to be so generous to him.

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