Beast Taming Star Journey

Chapter 391 Beast Taming Resonance Unites Hearts

Chapter 391

The golden light grew ever brighter, and the energy surging from within me spread outwards like a tidal wave, forming a massive vortex above the stone hall. The ancient incantation, as I chanted it, seemed to come alive; each syllable carried a strange vibration, resonating with the stones of this ancient hall. I could feel the anticipation, fear, and flickering flames of hope in the surrounding air. Even the skeptical cultivators seemed to hold their breath.

Energy crackled in the air. Suddenly, a low hum came from the depths of the hall. The sound grew louder, transforming into a chorus of roars, chirps, and howls. Ghostly images of beasts—some majestic, some terrifying, some utterly bizarre—began to flicker around the gathered cultivators. They swirled and danced in golden light, their ethereal forms reflecting the real beasts bound to the cultivators.

A gasp escaped the tungsten youth's lips. His hand, still clutching the spearhead I had given him, trembled. Yet, the despairing vacancy was gone from his eyes. They burned with a new flame—a flame of hope ignited by the tangible power surging around him.

The Lai drummer instinctively reached for his drum, his fingers silently striking a rhythm on the taut drumhead. The Ou messenger stood even straighter, his shoulders hunched, a new kind of determination etched on his face.

I watched as the cultivators' faces changed one by one. The weariness and despair that had bound them like a shroud began to dissipate, replaced by an increasingly intense sense of wonder and awe. They tentatively, then with growing confidence, reached out to the ghostly images of the beasts bound to them.

As the connection deepened, a primal surge of power swept through the hall. It pulsated, connecting every cultivator and their beast to a shared energy network. I felt it too; a current of power flowed through me, linking me to this collective consciousness. It was exhilarating, overwhelming, and utterly magnificent.

The Hafnium cultivator, who had stubbornly remained silent and skeptical throughout the initial stages, now stared in disbelief at the spectacle unfolding before him. His face, etched with years of cynicism and despair, softened. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes.

“This…this is…” he stammered, unable to find the right words to express the profound experience that was shaking the depths of his heart.

The tungsten youth's voice was hoarse with excitement as he whispered, "I...I felt it. My father...he's with me."

Suddenly inspired, the drummer of the Lai tribe struck the drum. The sound, amplified by the rotating energy, echoed through the hall, no longer a mournful elegy, but a battle cry, a call to arms.

The Osman's messenger, his eyes gleaming with a new purpose, turned and headed towards the exit. "I will deliver our message," he declared, his voice firm. "They will know we are ready."

The golden light intensified, binding us together by a common goal. I felt a warmth on my back, a gentle pressure…

“Su Yao…” I began, but the rest of my words vanished because… Su Yao’s arms were wrapped tightly around me. Her chest pressed against my back, a comforting warmth spreading throughout my body. The surge of power from the ritual seemed to strengthen our connection; I could feel the tremor in her touch, and unspoken pride and affection echoed between us. It was a silent affirmation, a shared moment of victory in the face of immense hardship.

“They have faith again,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. Her breath brushed against my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “You did it, Nong Yu. You gave them hope back.”

I leaned back into her embrace for a moment, drawing strength from her presence. It was a brief respite, a fleeting connection amidst the chaos and uncertainty. I knew the battle was far from over; the real test lay ahead. But for this moment, I let myself immerse myself in the warmth of her embrace, savoring this small victory.

I gently broke free and turned to face the gathered monks. Their faces were bathed in golden light, a mixture of awe, hope, and nascent resolve. Even the most resolute warriors seemed moved by the power of the ritual. Except…

The monk was clearly affected, but remained skeptical. He crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line. "A fleeting illusion," he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the hum of energy still filling the hall. "A momentary emotional impulse. It won't last."

His words, though spoken softly, were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the newly ignited flame of hope. Some of the monks shifted uneasily, their newly gained faith beginning to waver. Tungsten Boy gripped the tip of his spear tightly, his knuckles turning white.

I took a deep breath, guiding the energy still flowing within me. This is the real challenge: to transform this brief moment of unity into a lasting belief, a belief that will sustain them through the trials to come.

“This is not an illusion,” I said, my voice calm and firm. “This is the power that exists within each of you. The power that connects you with the beasts, the power of your shared goal. It has always been there, waiting to be awakened.”

I took a step forward, my gaze sweeping over the gathered monks. “The monk Ha is right about one thing. This feeling, this power… it won’t last unless we nurture it. Unless we choose to believe in it.”

I raised my hands, palms facing outwards. Golden light flickered and danced within them. "I will show you how to make this power your own. How to weave it into the very fabric of your being."

The air was thick with anticipation. The monks watched, their eyes wide with a mixture of hope and worry. Even the Hafnite monks, despite their doubts, couldn't help but frown as they watched.

I closed my eyes, focused my will, and drew upon the deep connection I shared with my animalistic nature. I began to weave threads of their power, intertwining them with the collective energy still reverberating in the hall. It was a delicate process, a dance of will and energy, and I knew that even the slightest mistake could…

"What...what is he doing?" Tungsten Boy whispered, his voice barely audible.

The monk narrowed his eyes, leaning forward intently. "He...he's trying..." He began, but the rest of his words were drowned out by a surge of energy...