Chapter 591 - Chapter 591: Chapter 527: The Black Fog Sweeping Across the Continent (2/2)
Bast’s soul was extremely fearful upon seeing the Child of the Sun God, trembling and hiding like a mouse encountering a cat, daring not to speak rashly.
Karno bowed slightly, smiling, and said, “Respected Saint of Sun, Child of the Sun God, sir, why have you come again?”
“Is today the day of my execution?”
“Karno, you truly are a remarkable individual, actually coming back because of a promise, completely disregarding your own life.”
The Child of the Sun God looked at him calmly and continued, “I will make you watch as the Fischer family faces destruction and your family’s sacred object is exiled and sealed… If I can find a way not to kill you and still resolve the issue, then I will let you live. However, the mark on your hand makes me feel that perhaps eradicating all the Fischers is necessary to bring an end to everything.”
Karno smiled faintly, shaking his head and said, “Unfortunately, you will not succeed.”
“Success…”
The Child of the Sun God fell silent for a long while before saying meaningfully, “Some things, although very difficult and with a very slim chance of success… must not be abandoned.”
“How would we know without trying?”
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There were still ten years before the powers of the Gods completely dissipated.
On the northwestern border of the Cyart Kingdom, an invisible rift quietly opened, from which a thick, almost solid, black mist seeped.
The dense black mist, like the deepest nightmare at midnight, carried an indescribable aura and expanded slowly yet resolutely towards the borders of Vallere and the Lorne Empire.
Its color was so deep that it appeared to absorb all surrounding light; even the sunlight at high noon could not penetrate it, leaving only a suffocating and despairing darkness.
Occasionally, a faint blue gleam flickered in the mist, which was the last struggle of a mysterious rare artifact being devoured in despair.
Whatever the mysterious rare artifact, be it ordinary or forbidden, once it came into contact with this mist, it would quickly lose its original luster and power, turning into a wisp of smoke and merging into the endless darkness.
The crisis of the world had still begun.
This process was like a silent slaughter, with every magic artifact’s disappearance accompanied by faint yet piercing cries, making the surrounding space even more oppressive.
As the mist continued to spread, the borderlines of the neighboring countries began to blur, and people, terrified, discovered the rich black mist and didn’t want to know what would happen if they touched it.
Thus, an unprecedented migration began. People dragged their families and belongings along the winding mountains and twisting rivers, fleeing towards the relatively untouched lands to the west.
Everywhere along the route, refugees were seen, their eyes filled with uncertainty and fear about the future, children crying in their mothers’ arms, the elderly struggling to move forward with the support of their walking sticks.
“They say that that is the end, Lorne is being devoured, who knows what the future holds…”
“Just touching it means doom… hurry to the west!”
In fact, the dense black mist spreading from Karl was not targeting any life but reacted only to various mystical rare artifacts… although, few dared to attempt touching it.
He was madly harvesting the spiritual power from various mysterious rare artifacts to fill his own needs.
Even so, the Ninth Seal remained solid as a rock, showing not even the slightest sign of loosening.
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Spirit Realm, surrounded by a light mist, like the first break of dawn.
Time in this part of the Spirit Realm seemed to lose all meaning, neither flowing nor stationary but gently swaying in an elusive rhythm, while space was like liquid mercury, both solid and flowing, changing infinitely with the fluctuations of consciousness.
Members of the Fischer family—Darren, Chris, Helen, Moter, along with Yeager from the Dawn Church and Old Dog—all stepped into this mysterious land, and the first thing that caught their eye was a brilliant sea of light.
This light did not come from any known source but arose from an intrinsic energy of the Spirit Realm itself, with occasional flashes of colorful illusions sweeping through the light sea, which were the whispers of past souls and omens of future visions.
Further inside, they discovered a forest composed purely of emotions.
The trees in this forest bore emotions as leaves and memories as roots, each leaf shimmering in different colors representing all human emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and more.
Darren, Chris, and others walked through this forest, experiencing an unprecedented emotional resonance, feeling connected to the emotional veins of the entire universe.
“What an interesting place. According to the Wishing Divine Lamp’s information, just beyond a door from here should be the location of the Extraordinary materials required for Chris to advance to the Ninth Tier.”
Chris said nothing, while Yeager, the leader of the Dawnbringers, nodded slightly and said, “Yes, let us continue forward, it’s best to make it quick in case we encounter something unexpected.”
The group ventured deeper into the core of the Spirit Realm until they finally came upon a body of water named “Eternal Lake.”
“This is it! Fantastic! We’ve finally found it!” Helen suddenly exclaimed excitedly, clearly more agitated than Darren as she was in a “Manic Period.”
The lake, known as “Eternal Lake,” was crystal clear to the bottom, yet it reflected no physical images, instead mirroring the deepest desires and dreams of everyone present.