Chapter 1201 - Fountain (4) (2/2)

Of course, Dyon would fulfill their wishes.

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There were two entrances to the Mystical Realm.

One was set on a timer, meant to open once every ten years in order to test disciples. This entrance was meant to be opened a few days ago, but it never opened. This was because the array had the ability to sense danger. Knowing that Soul Rending Peak was suffering an assault and also sensing many unfamiliar auras, it remained closed.

The second entrance was only able to be opened by the Master Symbol. Unless you were accepted by the ancestors of Soul Rending Peak, it was impossible to use this entrance. Trying to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take control of the Master Symbol would result in your soul being obliterated.

Luckily, this was no problem for Dyon. It wasn't even worth mentioning.

That aside, it was because of this entrance that Dyon could promise the former core elders a chance to use the Mystical World once a month for ten hours.

Clara played with the hamster twins and Little Wind in her hands as Dyon scanned the area. Now that they had tethered themselves to Dyon's timeline, it was much easier for them to appear and disappear at will.

Soon, Dyon found what he was looking for. A small fountain in an equally small clearing appeared in his vision.

It was made of an ancient grey stone and was inscribed with a language Dyon didn't recognize.

Dyon's hand lightly brushed the ancient stone. ”This water…”

'It seems that this water is only a few decades away from becoming Holy Water. You're lucky those greedy bastards couldn't come back here with the control of the Master Symbol, or else this would long be gone. The true Holy Water was used up in the war though…'

A thoughtful expression appeared on Dyon's features. He remembered that according to what he knew about the Life Stone, the active ability was known, but the passive ability was lost in time. He wondered if this Holy Water was related or not.

'In order to open the gates to the Mystical World, you have to speak the words on the fountain while also having control of the Master Symbol. It goes like …'

Dyon's voice grew hoarse trying to pronounce the words as his master dictated to him. By the time he finished the first phrase, he could already feel his vocal cords sheering apart. In the end, although he finished, he was violently coughing up blood.

Luckily, the fountain accepted his words as passable and began to slightly vibrate.

Unlike what Dyon expected, there was no grandiose ceremony. As he was slowly healing his throat, a calm blue portal appeared before the fountain, inviting him in.