Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 712: Spiritual Moon

"Do you wonder what the origin of my Moon Law is?" Varnos inquired with a faint smirk, his injuries mending slowly.

"Is my curiosity truly so transparent?" Daniel chuckled, nodding in admission.

He personally lacked any internal reservoir for the Moon Law and, like most Sect members, relied on tapping into the celestial moon directly, a method that carried inherent limitations.

For instance, he found himself unable to harness the power of the Moon Law during the daylight hours.

In days past, he had never bothered seeking an alternative source, as the Moon Law was merely a secondary support rather than a cornerstone of his Cultivation.

His reliance had always been on the Law of Death and Eternity, though with the recent integration of the Law of Destruction, that path would likely evolve into his primary power eventually.

Yet, following this sparring match, his perspective shifted; observing the guild leader utilize the Moon Law revealed that it held legitimate tactical value.

"I possess a Spiritual Moon residing within my Spiritual Ocean," Varnos revealed, offering no hesitation.

"A Spiritual Moon?"

"Indeed. It is essentially a miniature replica of the moon that illuminates the night sky. The idea actually originated from my father. By employing a collection of rare treasures infused with the essence of the Law of Creation, we forged this moon inside our Spiritual Ocean to serve as a constant reservoir."

"However, you must understand that it is not infinite. To function effectively, the Spiritual Moon must continuously absorb essence and energy from the true moon, which imposes definite limits," Varnos clarified.

"I assume those constraints are governed by the dimensions and density of this artificial moon? Naturally, a smaller, more compressed object might yield higher energy density," Daniel mused aloud.

"Precisely. In my case, it stores energy equivalent to a full moon. This effectively grants me the ability to wield the Moon Law at my discretion for an entire month," the guild leader confirmed.

"Would you be willing to share the technique for crafting one?"

"Certainly. The method is actually documented in the guild library within the Celestial Domain, and is open for any member to study," Varnos replied.

"The guild library? I have never set foot there," Daniel realized, sheepishly acknowledging he had barely explored the guild’s territory in the Central Plains.

Aside from his initial arrival, Lana had only permitted him a brief tour of a restricted perimeter.

"You will need to travel there to obtain the manual."

"I suppose that will be deferred for some time, then," he sighed, letting the matter fade. He had far too many obligations to return to the Central Plains in the immediate future.

Beyond his need to recover the remaining fragments, he faced the trial of the fourth floor of the tower, along with other pressing business in this realm.

"Regardless, that was an excellent spar, Mr. Varnos. Your strength far surpassed my expectations," Daniel pivoted the conversation.

"Are you mocking me?" Varnos arched a brow.

"Certainly not. I had anticipated dispatching you with far greater ease. No offense intended."

"I cannot decide whether to laugh or weep," the guild leader let out a booming laugh.

The sheer arrogance of those words—coming from a youth not even twenty years of age—only heightened the absurdity.

Nevertheless, he felt no resentment. Quite the contrary, he felt a sense of relief knowing their guild now boasted a powerhouse who stood at the absolute zenith of the nation's strength.

As he moved to comment, he noticed a sudden shift in Daniel’s demeanor.

Detecting the faintest vibrations in the air, Daniel realized that someone had just initiated a mental communication with the guild leader.

"Lana has returned, and it appears she wishes to speak with us," Varnos announced moments later.

Daniel nodded, and they made their way back to the guild office. Lana sat waiting for them, looking as energetic as ever and devoid of any weariness.

'She detests administrative duties and leadership even more than I suspected,' Daniel mused inwardly, keeping his expression neutral.

"You have finally returned from the Celestial Domain?" Lana inquired after exchanging pleasantries with her father.

"For now, yes."

"'For now'? Do not tell me you intend to depart so soon? Can you not permit yourself even a moment of rest?"

"I intend to. I shall rest briefly before returning," Daniel assured her. The preceding months had been an endless cycle of crises and stress.

He genuinely required a reprieve.

"Good heavens! You have decided to rest? Why does that sentiment sound so familiar? And why do I suspect it is a lie every single time you utter it?" Lana retorted with heavy sarcasm.

Deep down, she was troubled for his sake. He rarely spoke of his burdens, but the crushing weight upon his shoulders was evident, and she feared for his well-being.

Daniel offered a noncommittal shrug. While he earnestly sought rest, the unpredictable nature of his circumstances meant he could offer no guarantees.

"Setting that aside, what was the matter you wished to discuss?" Varnos asked, settling into his chair.

Lana hesitated, deliberating whether to broach the subject. It wasn't earth-shattering, but given her father's history, it could spark a volatility they didn't need.

"Speak openly. What is happening?"

"Well... tomorrow is the Goblin Guild’s successor announcement ceremony. Remarkably, we have received an invitation, despite your recent confrontation with them," she stated, her eyes fixed on her father’s reaction.

Varnos’s face remained rigid, but his eyes betrayed a profound, boundless rage that seemed poised to consume everything in its path.

It was the kind of fury that burned just as fiercely for the host as it did for the intended target.

Noticing the intensity, Lana grew increasingly concerned.

"Father? Are you holding up? Oh, this is precisely what I feared!"

Varnos remained silent, clearly struggling to leash his temper. But remaining composed was an impossible feat when confronted with those responsible for the death of his beloved.

To be invited after the events of last month was a calculated insult. The Goblin Guild and their wretched leader were mocking him—perhaps even baiting him into a trap.

Yet, turn it down he could not. He felt compelled to attend. And should he go, he knew all too well that blood would inevitably be shed, and his restraint would vanish.

His eyes burned with a crimson hue.

Lana lunged forward, desperate to reach him and offer some measure of comfort.

Before she could intervene, a hand descended onto Varnos’s shoulder. A sudden, sharp discharge of lightning flooded his meridians, shocking him into stillness.

"Do you feel more centered now?" Daniel asked, his voice calm, his eyes as cold as ice."