Chapter 447 - Chapter 447: Chapter 423: Fischers Blood of Salvation (2/2)

For him, the most important thing at the moment was to complete the ritual and advance to the 6th Rank of the Path of Shadow.

“The Corner of the Pitch Black Object?”

Through Hecate’s prophetic ability, he learned that the location of “The Corner of the Pitch Black Object” was inside a Snow Mountain in Rhea.

It was the very place where Savoie had once failed his advancement ritual and died, where Archibald, who survived the ordeal, successfully reached the “Hand of Austere Winter!”

The documents Darren had been perusing were from the hands of Ian, the High Priest of the Sea God Cult, who also planned to pursue the 5th Rank on the Path of Knowledge soon.

“According to the contents of the documents Ian provided, there’s a special passage to Hell hidden within that Snow Mountain. Although there are multiple ways to reach Hell on the Ouden Continent, within the bounds of the Eastern Four Kingdoms, that is the only place where one can enter Hell.”

According to the records in the mysticism books he found, so-called Hell was a place with many demons, considered to be a different dimensional space that connects countless worlds.

“If the location given in the prophecy is here, then it’s very likely that it’s not the Snow Mountain itself… but something in the Hellish space that fits the description of ‘The Corner of the Pitch Black Object.'”

However, whether it were Rhea’s Snow Mountain or the even more terrifying Hellish space, both were dangerous and even more dangerous places. Ordinary people would die the instant they entered Hell and even common Extraordinary Exponents wouldn’t last long.

“Rhea, huh?”

“A key problem is that my power is already strong enough that just setting foot in Rhea will trigger the National Defense Barrier to lock on and track me…”

“If I carelessly linger too long, I will undoubtedly be besieged by Rhea’s numerous Monarch powerful experts.”

He fell into deep contemplation.

Should he just send some who are not at Monarch Level or on the 5th Rank to try entering the Hellish space and then retrieve the Extraordinary materials needed for his ritual?

But can they really survive in Hell?

After mulling it over, Darren muttered to himself, “No matter what, I should still make a trip there myself. For safety’s sake, I’ll have Yeager and Uncle Chris come with me.”

Although Yeager had successfully entered the 5th Rank, he had yet to truly show his capability, but Darren felt he was a very reliable person.

As for Uncle Chris, there was even less need to speak of the man who was like the Death God.

Despite the dangers, Darren had confidence.

So, a few days later, Darren Fischer, Yeager, and Chris the three of them boarded a boat together and snuck into the north of Rhea.

Rhea’s National Defense Barrier would undoubtedly detect and start tracking the trio’s whereabouts immediately. But the location of the Snow Mountain was near Rhea’s border. If only they could quickly retrieve the items and return, they would be fine.

The Snow Mountain at night was a tranquil and mysterious scroll of painting, showcasing the great nature’s majesty and depth to the fullest.

Looking up at the sky, Darren saw the stars twinkling like the tender glances from distant worlds, silently observing this area covered with ice and snow.

The summit of the Snow Mountain, under the gentle caress of the moonlight, appeared even more sacred and majestic.

The silver moonlight spilled upon the pristine snow, reflecting a soft yet cold light, enveloping the entire mountain in a veil of faint silver.

Darren, Yeager, and Chris had already arrived at the foot of the Snow Mountain, all looking very young, though in reality, they were all old men who had lived for many years.

Chris looked around at the sparse coniferous forest with an expressionless face. Under the cover of nightfall, it seemed even more serene, only the occasional wind breaking the silence.

“Let’s keep going, I think I know where this so-called entrance is,” Yeager suddenly said.

Darren nodded slightly and responded, “We, who have been locked on, don’t have much time. We must leave before the Rhea People besiege us.”