Chapter 1201 The Radiant Green Tree <TOC> Chapter 1203 A Mess
Translator: SumTLMan
Countless gazes, like beams of invisible searchlights, were drawn to this place. Even though they were not yet able to discern the intricacies of this dusty, forgotten land, the colossal tree radiating a verdant glow outside the continent was distinctly recognizable.
An immense surge of the purest True Spirit of a Demon God!
What could this possibly imply?
The most plausible explanation — a Demon God True Spirit had fallen within this continent.
With this conclusion in mind, the multitude of gazes began to burn with desire. For them, such a pure True Spirit of a Demon God was something they could directly seize!
However, even though their hearts harbored covetous thoughts, not a soul dared to approach the looming tree shadow lightly at this moment.
Even the True Spirit of a Demon God had fallen, no one knew what had occurred within that sealed continent and what dangers it concealed…
Within the dark, tranquil Resting Ground.
Balalaika, originally engrossed in the illusion of the Monument of the Strange Ring, abruptly raised her head. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the endless darkness, arriving at a somewhat unfamiliar lost continent.
Upon laying her eyes on the gigantic, sky-encompassing tree phantom, she was rooted to the spot.
She recognized the truth behind the phantom tree! Her heart held greed, but mostly she felt trepidation.
She had seen olden times in her memories when not just the True Spirits of Demon Gods, but the Demon Gods themselves would fall from time to time. However, those were chaotic ages when gods coexisted, when high-level wizards posed external threats, so the fall of Demon Gods was not a big deal.
But now, thousands of years have passed, and this was the first time a Demon God True Spirit had fallen!
This caused a faint unease to rise within Balalaika’s heart.
A wind from an unknown source blew, causing the barrier plank of the tavern door to clatter noisily.
It also flickered the candlelight on the bar.
The Tomb Knight sitting on the stool outside the tavern, holding a cup filled with a vibrant red liquid, the ghostly flame in his eye socket puzzled, “Huh, is it windy?”
Balalaika raised her head slightly, but eventually lowered her brows again, speaking in a voice that was as calm as a placid lake, betraying no emotion.
“Yes, it is windy.”
This wind, originating from the sealed continent, where it would blow, Balalaika did not know.
She took a deep puff from her long-stemmed pipe, the exhaled smoke gradually fogging her vision.
Because of this sudden wind, in the library of the Cruel Scholar, a certain emotion was also slowly brewing.
Seated at his desk, the Cruel Scholar was initially documenting something with his quill, but at that moment, his hand trembled incessantly, his eyes brimming with unrest and an indescribable panic.
Unbeknownst to him, the blood-ink dropping from his quill had already soaked the parchment on the desk into a pool of crimson.
Compared to others, the Cruel Scholar might be unclear about the exact details before the appearance of the shadowy figure, but he had an inkling of what had transpired. Notably, the sudden, unexplained rage of the Flameless Lord had presented him with an ominous sign.
Yet, at that time, the Cruel Scholar didn’t realize the severity of the forthcoming consequences.
He merely assumed that the Flameless Lord might lose against the “entity.”
What he hadn’t expected, however, was how thoroughly the Flameless Lord would be defeated, and in a blink, its Demon God True Spirit was extinguished.
The Cruel Scholar pondered: even if a Supreme Demon God like the Profound Lord was bent on dealing with the Flameless Lord, it would result in a long and drawn-out tug of war.
But now, in less than half a day, the Flameless Lord’s Demon God True Spirit had fallen.
Keep in mind, the entity hadn’t even manifested its True Form yet.
At this thought, the Cruel Scholar’s unease grew, because he had personally handed his relic to that human. And that human, named Angel, was the root of this tragedy!
If that entity traced its way here using the relic… the Cruel Scholar’s heartbeat started to echo like a drum.
“Your emotional feedback is interesting,” a low, numbing voice sounded in the Cruel Scholar’s ear.
“You haven’t left?” After a while, the Cruel Scholar finally looked up at the void. He was well aware that the one speaking to him was still the Ominous Trickster.
“I’m just intrigued, so I’ve come again.” The Ominous Trickster’s voice was always playful, but at this point, it became a bit cautious: “You just asked me for the coordinates of that place, and now a True Spirit has fallen there. I am curious about what happened?”
“Whose fallen True Spirit was it? It wouldn’t be yours, right?”
“What do you think?” The Cruel Scholar snorted coldly, and a giant shadow emerged behind him. With the appearance of the shadow, the entire void started to ripple.
Ominous Trickster: “You know, I was just making a little joke. Withdraw your True Spirit, or else the energy fluctuations will disrupt my messages.”
“Better if it can’t be transmitted.” Despite his words, the Cruel Scholar nonetheless retracted the shadow behind him.
“You still haven’t answered my question. The coordinates you asked for, your emotional feedback, all tell me you know the inside story.”
The Ominous Trickster lowered its brows, concealing the nervous emotion in its eyes, and spoke softly: “Didn’t you want the answer before? Now, without the Mirror of Desire, the answer has emerged.”
The air suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
After a long while, the Cruel Scholar finally voiced his disbelief and shock, “Are you suggesting that the fallen True Spirit hails from the Flameless Lord?”
“All I know is that not long ago, the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit descended upon that continent.”
No sooner had the words left its lips than the answer revealed itself.
“The fall of the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit… chaos will reign again…” With these cryptic words, the Ominous Trickster, its voice echoing through the library, slowly receded into silence.
It was only after the Ominous Trickster had departed that the Cruel Scholar lifted his gaze, his eyes seemingly reflecting the flickering shadow of a tree.
As if, that shadow not only danced in the void, but also traveled through endless time and space, reaching his disturbed gaze, finally taking root within his heart.
Apart from the Resting Ground and the library of the Cruel Scholar, corresponding feedback emerged from every corner of the Abyss.
Even including the void outside the ruins of La Sutherland, where gazes were currently directed towards the shadow of the tree.
La Sutherland may have been destroyed, but this void was far from desolate.
Demons flocked from outside the “birdcage.” They didn’t know what had transpired within the “birdcage,” but driven by their own interests, they launched frenzied attacks on the remaining humans.
In the midst of this tumultuous battle, the Demon Lord Giallar turned the surrounding void into a sealed area, making it impossible for humans to pinpoint a way out and forcing them into a bloody melee with these demons.
Not far from Giallar stood the newly appointed Lord of Fire — Night.
“Swearing loyalty to the great Flameless Lord would be your best option,” Giallar said, lowering his head to look at Night, who was much smaller than him.
“I’ve never said that I’ll swear loyalty to anyone,” Night retorted coldly.
The smile on Giallar’s face reached his eyes, giving him an eerie and wicked look. “Who you swear loyalty to is not for you to decide. When you have perfected your domain, don’t forget to seek out the Flameless Lord in the Bottomless Abyss.”
A dark glint flashed in Night’s eyes, but he did not retort.
The Flameless Lord had personally told him to seek her out when she left. Even if Night didn’t want to go deep down, or even thought about leaving the Abyss to avoid the Flameless Lord, he couldn’t express this outwardly.
From Giallar’s perspective, Night’s demeanor was equivalent to acceptance. Giallar didn’t say any more but turned his gaze towards the humans imprisoned in the void.
The Flameless Lord had asked him to have a good time with these humans before she left.
If he was to “play,” he naturally wouldn’t break them so soon.
When the Flameless Lord returns, he would then deal with these humans all at once in front of the Flameless Lord. This would also serve to vent his anger on behalf of Olucia.
While Giallar was fully aware that the Flameless Lord’s target might be Olucia this time, it didn’t mean he held contempt for her. After all, Olucia was the continuation of her lineage. The Flameless Lord did not detest her, and even appreciated some of her deeds. Otherwise, with the Flameless Lord’s disposition of seeing humans as mere ants, she would not have gone to the lengths of sending himself to confront this group of humans. It was precisely because their previous actions had offended Olucia.
As Giallar observed humanity, all of a sudden, a familiar aura blew in from the distant void.
The aura was faint, but Giallar was immensely familiar with it. It was undeniably that of the Flameless Lord.
Giallar assumed that the Flameless Lord had returned. However, when he lifted his head towards the source of the aura, he abruptly froze in his tracks.
His eyes initially reflected confusion, but it gradually morphed into shock, fear, and disbelief.
Giallar stared blankly into the distance, even forgetting to maintain the force that sealed the void.
Seeing this, Mengke and the humans, with a silent agreement, thought to themselves, “This is our chance!”
They immediately released the previously anchored coordinates and all the humans around vanished in an instant.
After the humans had distanced themselves from La Sutherland, Mengke, with a somber expression, commanded, “Immediately return to Sky Island!”
Though he was unsure why Giallar had suddenly become stupefied, he needed to avoid Giallar catching up, and therefore he had to relocate the humans promptly.
However, what Mengke did not know was that, after their departure, Giallar had no thoughts of pursuing them.
Because at this point, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Having followed the Flameless Lord for so many years, how could he not recognize the True Spirit of the Flameless Lord? That immense tree shadow beyond the continent, the energy it was emitting, was unmistakably the power of the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit!
Furthermore, judging by the tree shadow’s state, the True Spirit’s power was slowly pouring out.
What this meant, how could Giallar be ignorant of it?
The Flameless Lord’s True Spirit… had fallen!
Seeing Giallar suddenly let the humans go, Night was a bit perplexed and followed Giallar’s gaze.
Upon laying eyes on the sight, Night was stunned as well.
After a while, Night turned to Giallar and asked softly, “Is that… the True Spirit of the Flameless Lord?”
Giallar did not respond, but his grim expression revealed the answer.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on Night’s face.
Before, worries gnawed away at him, wrestling with the possibility of confronting the Flameless Lord in the future, even becoming a servant under her control. But now, those worries have evaporated like morning mist!
The demise of the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit implies that she would undoubtedly stay under the limelight for countless years to come. After all, there’s no shortage of those who covet her position.
Regardless of whether the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit could be resurrected or not, even if it was genuinely restored, he is confident that by then, he will possess the might to deter the Flameless Lord from any reckless actions, even elevating himself to her realm!
With his personal issues put to rest, he found himself pondering why the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit perished?
Naturally, he doesn’t believe that the likes of Popoca could challenge the Flameless Lord. In his view, perhaps the Flameless Lord had encountered an unexpected mishap, and the one likely to engineer this mishap could very well be… Feng.
“Perhaps, all of this is part of Feng’s grand design?”
Chapter 1201 The Radiant Green Tree <TOC> Chapter 1203 A Mess