365 In front of the Door of the Bravehearts, the meeting of girls (1/2)

Chapter 365: In front of the Door of the Bravehearts, the meeting of girls

The world of the Nine Revolutions Transcendental Tower’s seventh level was no ordinary world. It was a replication of the history of a world on a different plane of existence. The rules and civilization had once existed before. It was an imaginary world, but it was something real in the past.

And in this world, Bravehearts and Infernal King were two terms that were commonly mentioned.

The Infernal King lived in the Infernal domain. He seldom appeared nor did he have ambitions for world domination. However, the moment he appeared, it also meant misery to the world!

Although he did not have ambitions of destroying the world, he had to kill in order to satisfy his instinctive desires. It was just like how ordinary living creatures had to eat, the Infernal King needed to kill to satisfy himself.

Therefore, the world outside the Infernal domain was the Infernal King’s farm. It reared countless creatures that was for him to slaughter at any time.

Intelligent life obviously could not tolerate the fear of being slaughtered at any moment, thus Bravehearts were born!

By entering the Infernal realm to kill the Infernal King, this was the reason behind the birth of Bravehearts and the meaning behind their existence!

But since time immemorial, countless Bravehearts that entered the Infernal domain never returned. The Infernal King continued the slaughter of other cities every month. Nothing changed for the Bravehearts failed to complete their mission!

And gradually there was a change in the nature of Bravehearts. They forgot the original goal of their birth—no Braveheart was willing to sacrifice their lives by stepping into the Infernal domain!

Bravehearts became more of an honorary title, a means of self-deception. The people of the world could only pray that when their tribe or city was chosen by the Infernal King as the target for slaughter, the Bravehearts would be able to step forward and stand up against all odds to defend them.

Even the Transcendents who acclaimed to be the strongest race no longer sent Bravehearts to the Infernal realm because it was simply sending them to their deaths!

Therefore, the sole entrance to the Infernal domain that was labeled the ‘Door of the Bravehearts’ was already deserted and run-down.

In the past, this narrow entrance would have countless Bravehearts as well as their guardians would liven this place. They would bid farewell to the Bravehearts before they entered the Infernal domain. But now, no one stepped foot here. Only a few curious and bold tourists would visit this legendary and intriguing spot.

However, there was a person quietly sitting in a pavilion in front of the Door of the Bravehearts, as though the person was waiting for something.

The person was a beautiful azure-dressed girl. She had a silver sword by her waist, but she held a pure white sword in her right hand. She quietly sat in the desolate and bleak pavilion, adding a beautiful touch to the dilapidated scene.

The azure-dressed girl faced the world and remained expressionless. Her eyes looked somewhat dull.

The girl had been waiting in the pavilion for quite a long while, but she remained extremely patient. However, this narrow and dangerous path that wasn’t far from the Infernal domain was a spot nearly no one would step into. Even a mosquito would not easily fly here.

In this silent and desolate place, to the point of the sound of winds appearing bleak, she waited alone, exuding a sense of loneliness.

However, the girl did not seem to feel lonely, or it could be said that she was accustomed to loneliness.

However, this quiet loneliness appeared to be destroyed very soon. Because far in the distance, a figure had suddenly appeared. The figure was slowly heading in her direction.

The azure-dressed girl looked up slowly, a glimmer of light in her glazed eyes, but she did not move forward or get up. She only waited patiently as the distant figure approached through the fuzzy fog, until she managed to discern the figure’s appearance.