Chapter 330 - Talent?

Noah’s ears were picking up a few discussions from his expanded senses as he gradually came to realize the reason why he had received some looks when he first came here.

Beside him, many of the selected Celestial Disciples that wore the white robes currently were tremendous geniuses from powerful Prime Worlds, or were beings that already lived in this Celestial Star and were just now beginning their journey on the Law of Fate as official Celestial Disciples.

Some of them already had Fate Lines condensed in their bodies, as they now sat serenely while their bodies glowed a tinge of red, small golden colors appearing above them that went to enter their bodies.

It was these beings who were surrounded by other disciples as they were asked more about their experiences, while Noah found himself alone as the single Red Robed Celestial came to check on him as the first day as a Celestial Disciple progressed.

To put it simply, these powerful geniuses and natives of the Celestial Star that held huge beliefs in themselves didn’t look at Noah as anything much, only the Red Robed Celestial that held their information placing some slight interest on him!

Noah smiled at this atmosphere as he watched one of the White Robed Disciples begin the process of condensing lines of fate, using the {Fate’s Disciple} technique for the first time.

OOONG!

A wave of golden light released from his body, calling the attention of numerous practicing disciples and the Celestials as they closely watched this disciple who seemed to have some talent in the law of fate.

One..two..four...eight...numerous golden lines rapidly formed above his head as they went to descend to his body, a vibrant feeling of strength releasing from him as words of acknowledgment rang out from the Red Robed Celestial.

"Being able to condense 10 Fate Lines the moment you step onto the Law of Fate is good, and it means you have good possibilities for the future!"

The young genius nodded with a passionate face as he closed his eyes and returned to meditation, much of his energy spent to condense these 10 Fate Lines as he slowly retrieved before he began the process of slowly collecting more Fate Lines.

"I can tell you all the number of Fate Lines now for you to have a goal in mind. 1-100 Fate Lines make you eligible to be a full-fledged White Robed Celestial Disciple, going past 100 and nearing 10,000 Fate Lines puts you at the peak of Black Robed Celestial Disciples, going past 10,000 and nearing the limit of 100,000 Fate Lines relinquishes your role as a Disciple and makes you a Celestial, putting you above even me, who only holds 37,145 Fate Lines currently!"

The Red Robed Celestial resonantly spoke as Noah learned more about the terms of the Celestials, committing them to memory as he observed a few other scenes occurring throughout the next few minutes.

A white robed disciple activated {Fate’s Disciple} next as he shockingly was able to condense 25 Fate Lines instantly!

Another disciple began the process as they condensed 15. Another condensed 5 right away, with a fourth one causing a resonance of essence as they condensed more than 40 Fate Lines in but an instant!

"Good, it seems like we have many good seeds this time around."

The Red Robed Celestial nodded with a proud expression as the training continued, only a few disciples like Noah remaining who had not begun the process of condensing their first Fate Lines.

The gazes of the other geniuses who were recuperating their energies turned towards those who had not yet begun condensing their lines of fate as the remaining disciples were put on the spotlight.

A disciple from the Stone Race rattled as he received the gazes of numerous disciples and the two Celestials, closing his eyes as he initiated {Fate’s Disciple}, a golden light shining down that slowly began fizzling before it reached him.

The proud light on the Red Robed Celestial’s face was wiped away as he sighed and pityingly spoke.

"No talent as of now. Work hard in the future."

The words were impassive as their gazes moved on to the next disciple, this time a being of the human race whose face was holding a determined expression after seeing the failure of the last disciple.

They initiated {Fate’s Disciple} as they watched to their dismay...only 2 Fate Lines descending down!

"Subpar talent."

The impassive words of the Red Robed Celestial rang out as the gazes of disciples and Celestials alike continued to move on to more beings, a competitive atmosphere occupying the surroundings as some shone in the spot light while others sputtered out in shame.

15 Fate Lines.

"Good!"

5 Fate Lines.

"Subpar."

20 Fate Lines.

"A Talent!"

Noah observed this process continuing with a smile, the numbers of disciples who had not yet condensed their Fate Lines reducing until only he was left among the joining White Robed Disciples who had yet to use {Fate’s Disciple} for the first time.

The gazes of the proud disciples that were called talents or geniuses landed on him, the probing gazes of the two Red Robed Celestials arriving soon after as they watched to see what this being who had arrived last among the party of disciples had to offer.

His heart was calm as he took in the gaze of the many beings without any sense of nervousness, his mind replaying the words of the Grandmaster who talked about fate.

’Fate favors those with high aspirations who also happen to act on their aspirations and influence the beings around them huh?’

The words of the Grandmaster rang in his ears as he thought about himself. He thought of his own aspirations, the things he had already done, the things he planned to do, and the influence he already had on the numerous planets and beings connected to him.

If all of this was put into the picture...

A confident smile appeared on his face as he thought about this, realizing where some of the strength of the Celestials came from as he thought of all the stars in the Light Expanse that they held sway over.

No wonder that those in the Dark Expanse lost to them!

No wonder their strength seemed to completely overpower everything else!

Just from the first hour of his entrance into their Celestial Star, he had learned one of the core things behind their source of strength- which was the more entities one influenced the fates of, the stronger the power of the Law of Fate they could display.

As for himself? When it came to aspirations, there were many, and they were huge! When it came to connections, he had literal connections of worlds attached to him! When it came to the most crucial aspect of embarking on the path of the Supreme Law of Fate, actually taking the steps towards one’s own grand aspirations...he had always continued to do this, and at an extremely rapid rate at that!

So when it came to his talent to amass these so-called lines of fate?

A dangerous smile appeared on Noah’s face as he prepared to do something huge. He had arrived in the 7th Celestial Star and was already impressed just in the first hour. He had learned a small bit of their ideology as numerous thoughts passed through his mind, comparing them to his own experiences and the things he heard from Elena. He wanted to peer more into the secrets of the Celestials, and understand even more the core of their power!

To do this...he would make a shocking first impression on his first day here as he gave them a show they would never be able to forget!

OOOONG!

Essence began to tremble around him as the gazes of the many unconvinced disciples and probing Red Robed Celestials watched on, the color of the sky changing as Noah initiated {Fate’s Disciple} for the first time.