Chapter 18: Fates Intertwined

Amara shock; Thunder Beads already light. She quickly throw am, still wound, but survive.

She look round to see which immortal save her.

For distance, she see person in broken silver armor, every step make armor ring—sweetest sound for her.

As she look, immortal come near, last thing she see na lion-head silver boots.

Her mouth move.

"Immortal. Na God go bless you for me."

Na Sun Zikora be that. After them blast am, he lie for crater twenty years, just wake up.

Sun Zikora feel him true spirit dey fade. When last part leave him energy sea, he think say he don die.

But from nowhere, purple energy show for empty energy sea—small at first, then full everywhere, heal all wound.

Late-stage True Elder jump to Celestial Immortal early stage.

Before he understand, cultivation jump to mid and late Celestial Immortal.

He even feel Golden Immortal chance.

But e stop for peak Celestial Immortal.

With wave, small purple energy enter Amara, her wound heal.

After small time, she open eyes, look up, see the face she dey find.

"Immortal!"

Amara happy, get up, kneel for Sun Zikora leg, no fit talk, just dey cry.

Sun Zikora look Amara for ground, sigh.

"Ah, Way of karma really get power."

With wave, Amara stand up.

Sun Zikora stand, look distant sky.

Celestial Council silver armor turn to silver light, disappear; one token fly from him body, color dull.

Na Celestial Soldier command token—if e bright, you dey alive, if e dull, you don die.

But Sun Zikora dey alive, yet token dull, so for Celestial Soldier Office, his name don dull too.

He fit as well quit Celestial Council, live free.

He turn to Amara, talk soft:

"Our fate don last almost ten thousand years. I think say na just passing, but we meet again. If you no get where to go, you fit follow me cultivate?

I no be big man for three realms, no be righteous clan disciple—just small Celestial Soldier. Now, even that one, I lose am; I be wandering soul. If you follow me, hardship plenty, even death."

Amara quickly talk loud:

"Why Immortal dey talk like this? You don save me three times. My life be your own; to find you for Immortal Realm na my dream."

Sun Zikora talk soft:

"For me, to save you na just chance, e no hard. Since I be your obsession, now you don see me, you suppose let go, find your own Way."

Amara no gree, wan cry again.

Sun Zikora sigh, no talk again, just waka go.

Amara see say he no reject am, happy, follow.

The two figures, shadows long on red sand, vanish into distance. From that day, small whispers start: that somewhere for Okpoko Hills, one wandering Celestial Immortal and stubborn disciple dey pursue the Way together, their fate like river wey never dry.