The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Perplexed and intrigued, Morgana took a step towards the inner stone chamber.

Originally, Morvel Bazin’s chamber was solitary, just an outer one.

At that juncture, Morvel had embarked on his second five hundred years of cultivation, having attained the state of Bigu. His days were devoted to meditation, free from the need for sleep, sustenance, or even restrooms.

Upon ushering Morgana and Lucius back into the cavern, Morvel wielded his blade to carve two sleeping chambers, a kitchen, and a lavatory for their use.

In consideration of his undisturbed practice, Morvel had fashioned an isolated stone chamber for himself, thereby expanding the count of stone rooms to five.

Morgana scrutinized the initial four stone chambers. But upon reaching the fifth, the very existence of that chamber remained an enigma. The gateway to the fifth chamber had transformed into a seamless, impenetrable stone wall.

Fingertips tracing the smooth surface, Morgana spoke softly, “Master, as your time approached, you summoned me and senior brother to entrust the rites of your passing. I uttered a few heartfelt words in haste, and you bade me leave. Lucius and I hastily departed, and ever since, your stone chamber vanished. My cultivation was feeble back then, making it impossible for me to distinguish whether it was an illusion or a mystical enchantment…”

From her waist, Morgana produced a ribbon and with a deft flick, it stiffened and straightened, resembling a silken sword. This silken sword was Morgana’s magical instrument. Now, the blade’s edge resonated with an eerie hum.

Morgana pointed it at the stone wall, gritting her teeth. “Today, I will pierce through your sanctuary to uncover your secrets!”

With resolve, Morgana channeled her reiki into the blade’s edge, transforming it into a ferocious assault, slashing towards the smooth stone wall.

day. She had since unlocked the Soul Palace, her power exceeding a hundredfold of what it

blade. Now, Morgana wielded the

blow. She anticipated the wall to yield effortlessly, yet as her blade’s tip grazed the surface, an

expended on the initial strike, sending Morgana’s sword flying and her arm throbbing with pain,

that a seemingly ordinary

astonishment was overtaken by

the master’s doing,

disciple, Morgana,

surroundings warily for any signs of change. Disappointingly, everything remained as

man succumbed to his thousand-year lifespan, and this is a safeguard left to shield his chamber from prying eyes as he neared his

Determination ignited within her.

once more, firm in her resolve. “A formation it may be, but it will wane eventually. Today, I

might,

sent flying once again. The wall’s second recoil matched the initial

comprehended that the formation was potent, but its relentless resilience

did the force not diminish after the first recoil, despite