That boy truly has all of you in his palms huh...

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

An extremely beautiful woman with long black hair sat on a chair, her head was resting on her fist, she flicked the fingers of her other hand, and suddenly, balls of flame, wind, water, and metal formed around her.

The woman had an ethereal presence, her black eyes stared at the elemental balls she had created out of thin air.

If a normal mortal from Yrniel saw this scene, he wouldn't be very impressed, after all, even a Grandmaster Stage Cultivator could do something like this with ease. What respect of value did Grandmaster Stage Cultivator have in Yrniel?

Nothing!

There were 15-18-year-old Grandmaster Stage children who ran around this place, what sane mortal would respect a woman who seemed to be in her late 20s doing something that even children around him could do?

The number wouldn't be high.

A normal mortal would most probably shrug and continue with his daily tasks. Of course, being mesmerized with the woman's beauty was a completely different topic. So maybe, continuing with his daily tasks normally might not be possible.

However...

Things change when a Cultivator sees this scene, especially a Cultivator who is sensitive to changes around him.

This woman...

Those elemental balls she created... didn't have even a trace of Mana in them... The woman didn't use Mana to create them.

I-It was as if those balls were created out of very nature!

It was something that would shock and confuse even the strongest of cultivators but... would the woman care about anything like that?

Of course not.

Heck, even now, the woman simply sat in her place, looking at the elemental balls in front of her with a bored look on her face.

Suddenly, a ball of earth formed in front of her, and from the earth, grew a seedling, the seedling quickly grew into a plant, before it grew even further and grew a fruit.

The woman plucked the food and ate it.

This simple scene, for some reason, was so enchanting that even the men having the strongest self-control would have a difficult time holding themselves back and approaching the woman.

Alas, there were no men who witnessed this scene.

Although there was one woman who did,

"Your control over your Law has grown even further.

You progressed much faster than I thought."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Master."

Felberta replied with a respectful smile on her face. Faustina smiled as she walked towards her disciple, "Stop being humble, with your talent, you could have done it even without my help."

"I wouldn't even know I have a talent for something if it wasn't for you, Master." Felberta shook her head. As much as she wanted to take the credit, she knew that without her Master, she would still be the same woman who was always unsure about herself.

"You simply needed someone who could recognize your talent and guide you."

"And I got the best one possible," Felberta replied. Faustina smiled as she gently patted Felberta's head.

"Are you ready to accept my Blood and break through to the Divine Stage?" She questioned.

"I am not."

Felberta however, shook her head.

Faustina frowned, however, Felberta ignored her expression and an extremely beautiful smile on her face, "He should be coming back any time now."

"...haah."

Seeing her disciple's expression, a helpless smile appeared on her face as she sighed, "Now I understand why your progress this past year was faster than I expected, you wanted to show off your new powers in front of him."

Felberta just smiled.

"That boy truly has all of you in his palms huh..."

Once again, Felberta didn't say anything and continued to smile.

"Alright, whatever, I have for this long, I can wait more and...

I wish to meet my son as well."

Saying those words, Faustina stood up.

"Are you ready to leave?"

She questioned as she glanced at her disciple. Felberta nodded, Faustina then placed her hand on Felberta's shoulder and the two disappeared from the room.

"You will be meeting your sisters after 100 years, are you excited?"

"Not really."

Felberta shrugged.

Right now, the only one she wanted to meet was her husband and this time... She was even prepared to fight for her turn.

"...somehow, I know that all of your sisters' answers would be the same as well. Especially that Devourer."

With the time she had spent with the group, Faustina had learned quite a lot about them.

Felberta shrugged once again, not caring about anything.

As the two returned to the forgotten continent, Felberta's eyes fell on her sisters, everyone except for Melia and Astaria were already there and with how Amaya seemed to be sitting on a chair under a shed and sipping tea calmly, it was clear that the woman was had been here for a long time.

'I wouldn't be surprised if she was here a year ago...'

Felberta muttered inwardly, considering Amaya's personality, this was very much possible.

Also, remember when Felberta thought that this time, she was ready to fight for her turn?

Amaya wasn't included in that.

The woman had already advanced to the Divine Stage.

And with that terrifying aura that surrounded her...

Only a fool would challenge her.

Felberta was sure, no one here except for her master was that woman's match.

'Well, there's that monster as well...'

Even if she was with Faustina focusing on her training, news that shook everyone high-level cultivator in the world didn't escape her ears.

She very much heard about the 'second Vyriana' who was going around challenging all Complete Divine Stage Cultivators in High Order and defeating them.

Yes, just like Amaya, Astaria had advanced to the Divine Stage as well, and unlike her, Astaria was silent about this.

Right now, the two women were stronger than even Nux.

After all, both of them were Divine Stage Cultivators who had formed Absolute Laws, their potential was the same as Vyriana, who was considered the Strongest Divine Stage Cultivator to ever exist.

'Whatever, it doesn't matter how strong they are.

They still cannot do what I can.'

In the end, Felberta just shrugged as she then walked towards her sisters and waited for Nux to return.