331 Dark Ancestry (1/2)
As Wang Baole entered the hallucination realm and sought Little Missy's advice, far away from earth in the distant space lit with endless stars, lay a spatial distortion.
The region was extremely vast, as vast as the Milky Way. Countless threads of light filled the region and were the cause of the distortion. The varied and layered light waves resulted in layered images of everything in the area. Be it the drifting dust or the silent stars—they looked like countless images of themselves layered together.
Sight and all other senses would be disrupted here, and one would sense oneself being in an illusion. Everything that one saw was distorted.
The vastness of the spatial distortion was indescribable. All life that sprung within the region seemed to contain within themselves an essence of the distortion. They hovered between the real and the surreal. As a result, the region had been given a unique name by many civilizations in the universe.
Its name… the Illusory Dark Realm!
In the deepest depths of the Illusory Dark Realm, in its core, was an inner region the size of the solar system. It contained almost no life at all and was a mysterious zone that escaped discovery by most.
It was akin to a restricted zone in the Illusory Dark Realm. Everyone who had stepped into the zone had never managed to leave alive.
There were legends that within this restricted zone, inside the vast space, was a single star. It was a gray star…
No one knew how the legend came about. After all, all who had ventured into the zone had never made it back alive. However, there it was, recorded in history since the beginning of time.
Naturally, no one attempted to test its truth.
The truth was, there was no star in the deepest core of the restricted zone. There was a vast whirlpool that was like a black hole. It was gray and spun soundlessly. From afar, it looked like a spiral formed out of countless stars.
When the Dark Fire had burst into being inside Wang Baole, a light started shining inside the constant, never-changing whirlpool. It was a light different from all other lights of the past.
It was multi-colored, and as it shone and sparkled fiercely, a gray coffin slowly drifted out from the whirlpool. It was as if it had crossed over from nothingness into being.
The coffin was black and made of an unknown material, and as it appeared, an indescribable chill erupted from the coffin.
The chilly aura spread across space, as if intending to freeze everything over. If Wang Baole were there, he would be shocked to realize that the chill gave off the exact same feeling that he had felt when he had successfully learned the Dark Art!
”When our Dark Sect was still in its peak and had not yet declined, we appeared to have gifted certain Dark Artifacts…”
”As centuries passed and our bloodline fell into decline and eventual extinction, everything became history… the Dark Artifacts of the past were all scattered throughout the lands and lost their power. Who could have known that, after all this time, a Dark Artifact would be activated and bring us a new heir… it might be a little too late, but… this is still one of our Dark Sect. We gift the Dark Coffin in hopes that he will escape the Calamity of Origins…” An ancient voice slowly traveled out from the whirlpool. It seemed to be a faint murmur and a sigh at the same time. The next moment, a gigantic, blurry hand the size of half the whirlpool gradually reached out from the whirlpool.
It was a mere silhouette when it first appeared, but soon, bone and flesh appeared and transformed it into a complete hand. It extended from a gray sleeve, its exposed skin wrinkled and its nails long and curved. The hand stretched out and gently flicked the coffin, which seemed bug-sized compared to the hand.
The coffin instantly shot out, its destination… Mars!
At present, Wang Baole had just left the hallucination realm and was still in shock. Part of it was due to what Little Missy had shared with him. The other part was because he still had doubts regarding how he had managed to learn the Dark Art.
After his return, he sat down cross-legged and started thinking. He thought for very long, recalling the various encounters and experiences he had gone through. He shuddered suddenly as he remembered something.
Does this have anything to do with me breathing in the blood-colored mist in the cave? Wang Baole's breathing quickened at the thought. He knew that prior to his visit to the cave, he had met with nothing but failure when attempting to practice the Dark Art. After he had returned, he had gone into seclusion but hadn't immediately started on practicing the Dark Art. The most recent seclusion could be considered his first attempt since the cave visit.
He had succeeded immediately during this first attempt, sensing the Negative Spirit Body and forming Dark Fire inside his body!