Chapter 95: The Sorrow of a Secret Realm |
Aiven Family ancestral land, Edlin Island — Ancient Silver Moon Pool.
Dense moonlight energy filled the ancient stone pool like liquid. At the center of the pool, an uncovered stone coffin gently rose and fell along with the tides of energy.
“Cough...”
A faint cough shattered the silence of the ancient pool.
Kyle suddenly opened his eyes and directly sat up from the comfortable stone coffin where he had been sleeping moments earlier.
“What is going on?”
The moment his soul returned, he felt the chaotic information within his spiritual sea instantly calm down, while the unstoppable karmic visions also returned to normal.
Aside from the weakness caused by “vomiting out” too much soul power, he felt that his current condition had otherwise completely recovered.
Kyle’s abnormal movement was naturally noticed immediately by the many elders outside the ancient pool.
Amid the low humming of the protective formation, the sealed ancient stone doors slowly slid open.
Led by the clan leader, Rayleigh Aiven, several elders dressed in exquisite and luxurious dark golden robes appeared before Kyle in a few ghost-like flashes.
“Speak! What kind of “earth-shattering” nonsense are you causing this time, brat?!”
The clan leader and elders all wore grave expressions as they stared fixedly at Kyle, who had only just awakened and still appeared somewhat dazed.
Half a year!
Within half a year, they had collectively been disturbed awake twice!
Such a thing had never happened in nearly a thousand years!
If Kyle failed to give them a reasonable explanation, they did not mind allowing this heaven-blessed child to experience the meaning of “family violence”!
“Clan Leader, Elders, um... things happened like this...”
Faced with such a lineup, Kyle instinctively shrank back at once. He immediately stood up, bowed apologetically, and began recounting everything that had happened to him recently.
***
While Kyle spoke endlessly—
Far away on the Kaluo Continent, within Coral Thorn City upon the Silver Sand Coast of the Crescent Empire, the first rays of dawn finally arrived with difficulty after the disaster.
The rising sun scattered golden light across the devastated harbor and sea, dispersing the final traces of the night’s chill and illuminating the waters once shrouded in the mist of death.
Within the light of dawn, the towering Saint-tier staircase leading into the unknown slowly dissipated from the top downward like melting ice and snow, leaving behind no trace whatsoever.
The completely renewed ghost ships swept their gazes meaningfully across Coral Thorn City.
Accompanied by the lingering echoes of ancient horns from the flagship, they collectively turned their bows. In an instant, just as strangely as they had appeared, they gradually became transparent beneath the morning light before finally vanishing into the deep sea.
It was as though everything had merely been a bizarre nightmare experienced by all.
Yet the pale, expressionless corpses mercilessly pushed ashore by the waves silently and cruelly informed everyone that all of it had truly happened.
“We... we’re really... saved?!”
Countless people who had witnessed the movements of the ghost fleet could not help asking this question in their hearts.
That terrifying ghost fleet had simply disappeared like this?
But where had the person who walked up the staircase gone?
None of them had seen anyone come back down.
Did he ascend directly to heaven?
O’Brien was also observing the situation unfold, his brows now deeply furrowed.
He dispersed the Holy Light surrounding him that he had maintained for so long and immediately felt waves of emptiness surging from within his body.
He did not believe Kyle would disappear just like that, but he also had no idea what exactly had happened.
His gaze soon shifted toward the Greenfield Trade Route. That direction still emitted faint yet powerful spatial fluctuations, clearly indicating that the crisis there had not yet been resolved.
Sigh...
O’Brien sighed inwardly and reorganized his thoughts. Right now, saving people remained the highest priority.
***
Greenfield Trade Route, within the crack connected to the secret realm.
The original imperial secret realm expedition team had already fully withdrawn, leaving behind only a chaotic campsite.
Only Lila·Field remained here.
She floated silently directly beneath the crack, her black-and-white robes fluttering amidst the chaotic energy winds.
She had attempted many methods to seal the breach, but every time she made even the slightest progress, she would be interrupted by entities within the secret realm, triggering violent spatial disturbances that instantly destroyed her efforts.
Nor did she dare directly enter the secret realm itself. She could only condense several magical clones to investigate.
Yet before they even entered the secret realm, the violent spatial storms within the crack tore them to pieces.
Fortunately, the secret realm crack had not continued expanding; the stability of this secret realm appeared to be fairly high.
“Hmph... looks like the fellow inside isn’t completely brainless. He knows the danger of a secret realm collapsing, so after opening this breach, he didn’t continue damaging the realm barrier.”
After an entire night of intense confrontation, even a Legendary figure like Lila felt somewhat exhausted now.
“This can’t continue. Looks like I can only do my best to push the secret realm away.”
She had neither the time nor energy to continue wasting effort on the monsters inside the secret realm.
She extended her right hand clad in white silk gloves, palm facing upward. An egg-sized hollow golden sphere with an exquisitely complex structure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The surface of the sphere shimmered with a mercury-like sheen, while countless miniature galaxies seemed to exist within it.
“Do your best, Ark Core.”
Under the guidance of her will, the hollow golden sphere instantly transformed into tens of billions of golden threads thinner than hairs. They silently slipped deep into the surrounding space and coiled themselves around the secret realm bubble attached to the primary plane.
Lila painfully sensed the spatial origin power rapidly draining from the precious treasure like floodwaters.
“Sigh... nearly a thousand years of accumulated spatial origin, gone just like this. Truly...”
Bzzzz—!
“Hmph! You still aren’t done yet, are you?!”
Lila sensed the person on the opposite side of the crack beginning to stir up trouble once more, instantly causing her fury to erupt.
She showed no mercy. With a flick of her empty left hand, a fist-sized deep-blue sphere appeared in her grasp, wrapped with destructive purple lightning serpents upon its surface—
It was the legendary magical construct, the “Thunder Pearl”!
In any case, the Empire no longer wanted this secret realm anymore, so there was no need to preserve it for the benefit of others.
Nor did she intend to let that ungrateful bastard off so easily.
“Since you don’t dare destroy the secret realm, then I’ll help you do it!”
At this point, she no longer cared about wasting resources; everything was simply to satisfy her own anger!
“This is my grand gift to you! Now let me see whether you can continue acting arrogant!”
The moment the Thunder Pearl was precisely thrown into the depths of the crack, golden light had already enveloped the secret realm plane.
In Lila’s estimation, this secret realm covered at least tens of millions of square kilometers, qualifying as a medium-small secret realm.
“What a pity...”
The final trace of regret flashed through her heart. Lila suddenly clenched both hands as the vast, ocean-like magic power within her erupted without reservation!
“Get out—!”
BOOM!!!
The crack entrance connected to the real world began visibly twisting, shrinking, and darkening at a speed observable to the naked eye!
This was not self-repair by the crack itself, but rather the entire secret realm being forcibly “torn away” from the “trunk” of the primary plane by overwhelming spatial power before rapidly falling into the endless, dark, and dangerous abyss of spatial turbulence!
At the very instant the secret realm’s connection with the primary plane was completely severed, the “Thunder Pearl” thrown deep into the crack released a furious roar!
Even as space itself was sealing shut, a terrifyingly muffled thunderous explosion could still faintly be heard, as though capable of shattering souls.
At this moment, the secret realm resembled a deflated balloon violently kicked into the depths of the universe, drifting toward an unknown destination.
Under the dual tearing force of the destructive energy created by the Thunder Pearl’s explosion and the external spatial turbulence, cracks instantly spread across the realm barrier like a web.
The secret realm resembled a slowly disintegrating comet, breaking apart piece by piece within the spatial turbulence...