Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 120 Spirit-Nourishing Sea Rose: A Free Sea Monster Empire

In fact, this "rose" is the true ruler of the Atlantic Demon Empire, belonging to the Spirit Sea Rose race.

Her life story dates back hundreds of millions of years.

In her early days, she was nothing more than an insignificant spiritual plant growing in a crevice in the ocean. The turning point in her fate occurred during an underwater volcanic eruption, when she unexpectedly devoured an extremely powerful magical artifact. This stroke of luck not only granted her near-eternal life but also etched divine patterns into her slender stem.

As a member of the Spirit Sea Rose clan, she possesses a racial talent that all demons envy: "Spiritual Harmony".

This talent allows her to convert many forms of magical energy into nourishment for herself, whether it be the tidal power contained in the ocean or the primal magic of underwater volcanic eruptions...

What's even more terrifying is that her growth has no bottlenecks; each absorption increases her psionic energy, which is gradually transformed into her own power.

A normal sea rose's lifespan is only about a thousand years, so it can't accumulate much power and is considered a lower-middle-class creature in the entire Siren Empire.

However, she accumulated millions of years of time, and finally, eight hundred years ago, she became the true ruler of the Atlantic Siren Empire.

After Soraka imprisoned her and pulled her out of the sea, she also became somewhat curious about such a creature.

Who would have thought that the supreme ruler who governs billions of demons in the Atlantic Ocean is actually a seemingly weak plant-like creature?
In the dog-eat-dog world of the deep sea, plant monsters are often at the bottom of the food chain, becoming nourishment for whales, sirens, and abyssal predators.

But this rose before us has not only defied the laws of the ocean, but has also ascended to the throne of the demon empire, which is in itself an almost absurd miracle.

Soraka gently stroked the petals with her fingertips, her divine sense permeating the petals like a tide, seeking her origin.

Soon, she grasped the rose's secret—it absorbed spiritual energy, transformed it into magic, and grew endlessly. She smiled, a smile tinged with amusement and appreciation.

“Interesting,” Soraka whispered. “In that case, why don’t you share some of my burden?”

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved it, and the Spirit Sea Rose was thrown into the dazzling Milky Way that stretched across the sky.

The Milky Way is the embodiment of Soraka's vast magic.

As the Child of the Stars, a true star deity, her power was so immense that her physical body could not fully bear it.

The overflowing magic, like scorching starlight, constantly eroded her, forcing her to frequently leave this world and return to the astral realm to recuperate.

And now, this Spirit Sea Rose has become her best "container".

“Absorb it,” Soraka whispered. “My power is nourishment for you, and your existence will allow me to stay in this world… a little longer.”

The moment the arrow of starlight pierced the sky, tearing through the giant whale of the vast ocean and pointing straight at the core of her flower, the Emperor of the Spirit Sea Rose understood—he had been defeated.

She had never felt such terrifying oppression. In the face of life and death, she did not hesitate to tear off nearly half of her demonic body, trying to escape back to her lair in the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean.

However, the starlight turned into shackles, forcibly dragging her back from the deep-sea fault line thousands of miles away.

At this moment, her petals were broken, her spiritual energy dissipated, and despair and regret overwhelmed her consciousness—why had she listened to the instigation of those fools in the Indian Ocean? Why had she provoked the Shurima Empire? Little did she know that such a terrifying being stood behind it!

"It's over." She trembled as she closed her petals, awaiting death.

However, the anticipated annihilation did not occur.

Instead, she experienced a sudden, overwhelming sense of weightlessness as she was swept into an endless galaxy. When she "opened" her eyes again, she found herself floating in a dazzling Milky Way that stretched across the sky, surrounded not by seawater, but by a pure, unadulterated torrent of magic! Every stream of starlight was the supreme nourishment she had always longed for!
She was stunned.

The "cage" that the other party casually bestowed was, in her eyes, an unattainable paradise.

She gently trembled, and starlight seeped into her spiritual veins like silk threads, repairing her broken demonic body and even making her power purer than at its peak.

This is not imprisonment; it is clearly a blessing!

At this moment, the Rose Queen of the Spirit Sea finally understood completely—the gap between that star-like figure and her was no longer a disparity in power, but a chasm in the essence of life.

Thinking of this, the once arrogant deep-sea emperor finally lowered his proud crown.

There is no shame in submitting to the strong.

Moreover, this being could easily grant her the power she longed for, and might even allow her to break through her limitations and reach a higher level.

Instead of putting up a stubborn resistance, it's better to go with the flow—after all, the first rule of the deep sea is "survival of the fittest, the strong are respected."

She slowly unfurled her branches and leaves, conveying her thoughts to Soraka with the utmost respect:
"Your power is as vast as the starry sea, beyond our reach. I, the Emperor of the Spirit Sea Rose of the Atlantic Ocean, am willing to lead the entire Siren Empire to pledge allegiance to you."

Soraka originally only needed a "container" to hold her magic and had no intention of killing her.

Hearing their declaration of submission now was somewhat unexpected.

—To have gained a Siren Empire for free? This is quite an unexpected bonus.

Her lips curved slightly upward, and her starry eyes shone with a deep light.

“Very good.” Her voice was like starlight, gentle yet undeniable. “From this day forward, the waves of the Atlantic will rise and fall according to my will.”

The petals of the Emperor Rose of the Spirit Sea swayed gently, as if in response, or as if silently declaring its loyalty.

(Giant Whale of the Vast Ocean: 6!)
On the east coast of Africa, the scorching sun beats down on the churning waves, and golden sandstorms collide violently with the deep blue waves between heaven and earth.

Azir hovered high in the sky, each swing of his golden scepter unleashing a sandstorm that blotted out the sky, crushing the towering waves that dominated the Indian Ocean.

This desert emperor maintained an elegant composure throughout, as if he were not fighting a life-or-death battle, but rather playing a game of chess that he had already won.

"Boom—!" Another thousand-foot tsunami was evaporated into mist by the golden light of the sun disk. The ruler of the Indian Ocean was defeated step by step, and the crystal-clear demon blood mixed with the seawater was spilled.

A barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in the demonic eyes of the ruler of the Indian Ocean.

Every nerve in his body was frantically receiving messages from the deep sea in all directions; he desperately wanted to know the progress on the west coast.

"Damn it. What are those bastards in the Atlantic doing?" he roared inwardly. According to the plan, the Siren Legion of the Atlantic should have torn apart the west coast of Africa by now, forming an encirclement with his eastern offensive.

However, after a powerful surge of energy was heard, the western front fell silent.

What exactly happened over there? We're almost at our breaking point here.

(End of this chapter)