More by J.P. Valentine
Training is over. The hunt is on.
With Fyrion a distant speck behind us and the resources of the Dragon’s Right Eye out of reach, there’s only one place in the system we can go to gather the materials we need to advance to bronze.
Ilirian beckons.
But dangers lurk in those dark jungles, and the ruins of a civilization long dead house threats the likes of which no amount of training or meditation could’ve prepared us for. It’s advance or fall behind, and with the infinite sea at my back, there’s only one real option.
At least the monsters only want to kill me.
Infinite power, infinite danger.
Growing up mortal, I only knew a few things about cultivators. They like their hierarchies, they hate disrespect, and if you leave one out in deep space long enough, they'll go homicidally insane.
It turns out, there's a reason for that. Away from all the gravity wells and biospheres that generate natural energy, things get just quiet enough to notice the infinite ocean of qi entirely incompatible with our own.
I should know. I've seen it.
Only difference is, I didn't go mad. I wasn't a cultivator. Technically, I wasn't even alive.
But now I can sense it. I can touch it.
I can cultivate it.
From the bestselling author of This Trilogy is Broken! and Dungeon Devotee comes the cultivation epic you've been waiting for.
Beware, oh friend, the Nothing Mage,
The man himself a blight,
With magic cursed and spells unseen,
That none can stand and fight.
Beware, oh King, the Nothing Mage,
A force that pierces all,
The tolling bell that sings of death,
‘Till lords and empires fall.
Beware, oh love, the Nothing Mage,
A vengeful man is he,
So if you dare to draw his wrath,
Then nothing ye shall be.
"There’s nothing there." The words may as well have been a death sentence to young Declan. Without mana, there could be no studying at the sky-piercing Pinnacle Towers, there could be no great monster hunts, and there could be no following in his father’s legendary footsteps.
He’d be a cripple.
But when a terrible accident forces him to flee, Declan learns the true nature of his mana. Just because it doesn’t resonate at any known frequency, doesn’t mean it isn’t magic. Just because he can’t cast the same spells as everyone else doesn’t mean he isn’t a mage. And just because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.