Chapter 173 - Chapter 173: Chapter 166: The Amethyst Palace (1/2)
Chapter 173: Chapter 166: The Amethyst Palace
The Spirit Realm had been accessible for over twenty years, and by now, many on the Ouden Continent had mastered stable methods of entry. However, the methods varied greatly in quality, with some even resulting in death upon entry. It seemed that entering was possible, but not always necessary.
Viscount Bast stood before the black mirror in the cellar space of his mansion, which radiated an eerie power, allowing people to travel directly from reality to the world of dreams.
He slowly glanced at the crowd and led the way through the black mirror into another world.
“Follow me, everyone. Our voyage through the Spirit Realm is about to commence.”
One by one, the crowd followed Viscount Bast’s lead into the all too familiar landscape of Dreamland Forest.
Among those headed for the dreamland, there was a man wearing a dog-faced mask who silently watched Byrne’s figure and lowered his head to follow the others inside.
Then the old viscount took out a mystical, ancient bronze pointer, constantly fiddling with and adjusting it, till he determined a location. He then led everyone through the illusory dreamscape towards the bounds of the Spirit Realm.
Everyone was curious. What exactly was the pointer that Viscount Bast held?
Only Byrne knew in his heart that it was a Spirit Realm secret treasure obtained through trading “Spirit Essence” with the Alchemy Council, specifically used to locate “objects whose positions and shapes were already known.”
In fact, similar treasures from the Spirit Realm were becoming increasingly common.
The Spirit Realm seemed like a massive and terrifying trap with its own consciousness, always craving explorers, luring them with the promise of great opportunity. Yet, they were more likely to find death or even fates worse than death.
The crowd dared not lift their heads as the cross of black light in the sky hung ominously, each person filled with reverence towards Its presence.
“What exactly is that?”
“No one knows. Perhaps it’s a great deity…”
“Even the church is silent about Its existence, but fear can always be seen in many people’s eyes.”
Extraordinary Exponents from all over the world had long known about the black cross luminance in the sky of the Spirit Realm, all holding certain reverence towards It.
“That is…”
My God, Byrne silently prayed to the Lord of the Lost deep in his heart.
He believed that the Great Lord of the Lost would protect him just as it had always favored the Fischer family, a deity deserving of profound and genuine veneration.
Eventually, the expedition led by Viscount Bast entered the Spirit Realm.
“We’ve arrived!”
Viscount Bast took a deep breath and slowly said,
“Next, we just need to pass through the Gates of Nature, World Order, and Authority, and then we have a thirty percent chance of reaching the amethyst palace!”
Nature, World Order, Authority… a thirty percent chance…
Byrne silently memorized the route, noticing that the others had also memorized it; clearly, Viscount Bast wasn’t at all afraid of them doing so.
Why is that?
Was it because under normal circumstances, a lone Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent wouldn’t stand a chance of adventuring in the palace on their own?
Soon, they encountered monsters within the Spirit Realm, but the expedition’s strength was sufficient, and they dispatched the creatures with relative ease.
Without much obstruction along the way, they soon found the first gate, the Gate of Nature.
It was a gate encircled by deep green vines, its inner “vortex” brimming with the vibrant essence of spring, appearing full of vitality and renewal.
“Incredible, this is my first time seeing the Gate of Nature.”
“Really? I’ve seen it more than once. Encountering the Gate of Nature in the Spirit Realm is a great fortune!”
The members of the expedition became especially excited in front of the Gate of Nature, chatting animatedly, and they also noticed the other two gates that appeared alongside it, the Gate of Shadow and the Gate of Revelation.
They particularly wanted to avoid the Gate of Shadow, with its sense of despair almost tangible and devoid of any hope.
“Let’s go!”
Viscount Bast led the way through the Gate of Nature.
Every person who passed through the Gate of Nature felt completely at ease, as if any exhaustion from dealing with monsters or any accidental injuries had vanished.
The power of the gates in the Spirit Realm was always extraordinarily miraculous.
The next gate was the Gate of World Order.
This gate was completely different from the others; it wasn’t a vortex but rather a rectangular door made of metal and gems, emanating a very majestic aura.