Against The Eternity Chapter 97: [96] Chapter - 58: Death of Grand Elder's disciple. (Part - 2/2)

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[96] Chapter - 58: Death of Grand Elder's disciple. (Part - 2/2) In the distance, within the boundless territory of the Mati Empire, far above the sea of floating clouds, there was a series of high and towering mountain peaks that had never felt the presence of ordinary mortals. On one such peak, within a quiet cave formed out of the natural rock face, there was a cultivator seated cross-legged in cultivation. The cultivator was dressed in ordinary clothing and seemed to be in his thirties with a small black beard and a well-kempt moustache. His face was serene and collected as he sat in cultivation with natural breathing patterns. He sat atop a raised rock platform at the centre of a small pond, the water perfectly still around him and reflecting the dim light like a mirror. On the desk were folded scrolls, copper plates with ancient symbols etched onto them, and ancient texts made of pothi and tadpatra with worn edges from long usage. Among them rested two jade plates, smooth and highly polished with designs carved onto the centre of each one of them—a formation related to something far beyond the quiet mountain. A sharp cracking sound echoed within the cave, and the jade plate was split. The cracking sound was loud enough to break the silence within the cave. The reason behind it was imbued with a weight far beyond the volume of the sound itself. The cultivator opened his eyes at once. The expression on his face changed from serene to one of shock as he locked his gaze onto the jade plate that had split apart before him. Before the cultivator could even react, the jade plate split apart further, breaking cleanly into four pieces. His eyes grew wider in shock. The air in the cave became thick and heavy. As if the cave itself were suffering some unseen force. The desk creaked and cracked on the floor, and the small plants surrounding the pond withered in an instant at the surge of power. And the water in the pond rippled in chaos, breaking the serene surface. The water in the small pond began to rise. Not in waves or in ripples, but in strange and unique droplets that rose silently into the air as if they were defying the force of gravity. It hovered in front of the man, twisting in an unnatural way and shaking with contained power. The cave had already become thick and heavy, the air thick and suffocating, as if the cave feared what was happening. The man stood up. And with that one action, the droplet shot forward. It hit the stone wall of the cave, and the mountain responded. It happened in an instant; everything shattered. The top of the mountain, ancient and unmoving for centuries, broke apart as if it were nothing more than a fragile cup filled with sand. Cracks formed instantly in the rock, splitting it in two as huge chunks fell. But even in that chaos, not one piece of that mountain dared touch the man or the floor beneath his feet. It was as if the mountain itself knew better. The top of the mountain was destroyed. Stone, dust, and debris came cascading down in a fierce storm, with this majestic summit reduced to ruins in a matter of moments. The sky was filled with ash-like particles, with earth and sky becoming one. And in the midst of all that chaos, the cultivator rose. He rose into the air, his hands behind his back, his expression unreadable and cold. He made no move to gaze down upon the destruction, nor did he acknowledge the mountain that had been reduced to nothing. It was of no consequence to him. He walked forward, into the cloud of dust and broken stone, and then out of it as if it were mist. The wind carried the remains of the mountain away, but he remained suspended in the air, silent, unmoved, and composed. Suddenly, a streak appeared in the sky. A young man, no older than his late twenties, flew quickly through the clouds. His robes billowing behind him as he made his way towards the man suspended in the air, his eyes fixed upon him. The air around the Grand Elder was thick, heavy with presence, and