The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King

"It's an insult to call you a sorcerer."

The answer made John tremble. His brows furrowed tightly.

What did she mean?

Was he not a sorcerer? Or was he something far more terrifying?

John couldn't figure it out.

He had encountered a sorcerer before—the Lord of Demons. That was the first time he began to doubt whether the nameless divine skill was actually a demonic one.

Since then, he hadn't dared to let his sisters train with him, fearing they might be led astray.

It wasn't until he caught Perry Moreno and confirmed the skill wasn't demonic that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But today, under the influence of the spiritual fire, he had lost control of his emotions again, making him question if Perry had lied to him after all.

That's why he had asked Queen Cyan's spiritual will—he needed answers.

But he hadn't expected her response.

"Although it is overbearing and strange, it is not a demonic skill," she added, once again reading John's thoughts, helping him relax.

As long as it wasn't truly a problem, he didn't have to worry about corrupting his sisters.

What she had said earlier didn't even matter anymore.

There was no time for further questions. Queen Cyan's will was fading fast.

Whoosh!

Just before the phantom vanished, it turned into a beam of light and rushed into John's mind.

A faint cyan mark briefly glowed on his forehead—then vanished.

Buzz!

The world around him collapsed like a black hole imploding. When he opened his eyes, he was back on the twelfth floor of the Cinnabar Tower.

Or rather, his consciousness had returned.

Miraculously, his body—which had been burned in several places from absorbing the spiritual fire—was completely healed.

Was this the result of Queen Cyan's inheritance?

John attempted to summon the phantom again, but there was no response. The light cyan mark on his forehead had also disappeared without a trace.

Was that it?

Was this the so-called inheritance of Queen Cyan's will? Just a healing and then... nothing?

John had expected ancient scriptures, powerful techniques, maybe even secrets to the universe. Instead, he got healed and left in the dark.

He had no clue what the inheritance really was.

Damn it!

He'd gotten excited for nothing.

He stared at the mural indignantly—only to realize it was now a smooth wall. The mural had vanished completely.

What John didn't know was that—

While he was receiving the inheritance, Mark and the elders had been preparing the mountain-protecting array with grim expressions, intending to strike John down with a fatal blow.

Buzz!

Before John had even recovered, a terrifying, oppressive aura surged across the entire Cinnabar Sect like a tidal wave.

Even the protective array trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Mark's heart dropped.

What a terrifying sorcerer!

Just as Zack had said—John was an unnatural force.

Kill the sorcerer! It must be done immediately!

"Activate the mountain-protecting array!" Mark shouted.

Lights flared from eight directions around the Cinnabar Sect.

If the final step was completed, the array would release a devastating strike—powerful enough to kill even a golden-crystal-stage cultivator.

But just as Mark was about to initiate the final phase, a bright cyan pillar of light erupted from the top of the Cinnabar Tower, illuminating the entire sect and casting a glow over the Alps Mountains.

The light blazed into the sky, drawing the attention of countless sects across the region.

Recognizing the location, many instantly understood what it meant—

The inheritor of Queen Cyan's will had appeared in the Cinnabar Sect.

Anyone who inherited Queen Cyan's will was destined for greatness.

In other words, he had a future that could shake the world.

"Send someone to the Cinnabar Sect immediately! Find out who obtained the inheritance and establish a relationship with him at any cost!"

In that moment, countless sects mobilized at once—racing toward the Cinnabar Sect.

Back at the sect, everyone was stunned.

The overwhelming pressure that had suffocated them moments earlier had vanished, replaced by a peaceful and reassuring aura.

Everyone understood what it meant—

The inheritor of Queen Cyan's will had emerged.

Most of the disciples didn't know who it was. They had only heard rumors of a dangerous sorcerer inside the Cinnabar Tower, and that Mark and the elders had planned to kill him.

But before they could act, everything changed.

A cyan light shot into the heavens—the sign of Queen Cyan's will.

Mark guessed immediately.

It had to be John.

There had only been two people in the tower when it happened—Zack and John.

Zack couldn't have reached the top. That left only one possibility.

John.

And that's what shocked Mark the most.

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How could a sorcerer receive Queen Cyan's inheritance?

It shouldn't be possible!

So... was John not a sorcerer?

Then what was that terrifying energy he had released earlier?

Mark couldn't figure it out.

So he halted the final activation of the mountain-protecting array, turned away, and headed back into the Cinnabar Tower—

To ask Zack directly.