Mystical Journey

Garen lost his cool and laughed. It was indeed true that those who were in the loop would definitely link everything like that.

After a while, he slowly reached out his hand and pulled out his index finger.

His clean nails had started to turn half transparent.

He smiled and gently clenched his fist, "Do you see it? It's the law of the world…"

"Law?" Ninox's pupils contracted as she saw the half transparent finger.

"Don't be sad," Garen said calmly as he gently caressed Cece's hair.

"You're the most talented disciple I have. Do not be constrained by your emotion."

Cece started to feel a sense of agitation as he lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.

Ding… Ding… Ding…

It was the bell from the outer world.

Garen was stunned as he saw the buds in his mind blooming. In that instant, the bud bloomed and gave off an unparalleled golden luster…

He stood up and his body involuntarily expanded to the point he reached the fifth star. His monstrous demon-liked body stirred up the airflow inside the living room.

Hu…!

A strong gust blew against Cece and she was forced to take a few steps back.

"Teacher!" panicked and confused as to what was going on, she raised up her head and looked at Garen, who was standing in front of the window under the moonlight.

The breeze became stronger as it blew everything in the living room off onto the carpet as it made a ruckus.

"As my last gift to you in this world," Garen stared calmly at his most valued disciple, who was also his most loyal member.

"Destiny depends on you, and it is also my gift to you."

Pew!!

A black light flashed as a black line was traced through the air, landing accurately onto Ninox's forehead.

In an instant, Ninox's head raised up and she was sent a few steps back.

"Consider this as a trace of me existing in this world…"

Roar…

A deep roar echoed through the room as countless black shadows crawled out of Garen, fusing together and forming the shape of the black nine-headed dragon.

In an instant, cracks propagated on the surface of the dragon's shadow with a clear and high tone, and it shattered into millions of pieces as if a glass sheet had been smashed.

"Teacher!!" Ninox rushed towards him in an attempt to grab hold of the black shadow, but her efforts were futile and she clutched at nothing.

The Nine-Headed Dragon shattered, turning into countless black debris.

She stood still, dumbfounded. She didn't realize that tears were flowing down her cheeks and she couldn't stop crying at all.

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In this instance at a certain square in Madrid, Ashen was holding onto Isaros' hand as he subtly shifted his head, gazing in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?" Isaros' cheek was blushing red. She looked at him curiously and followed his gaze, only to see a street of densely packed buildings.

"Nothing," Ashen smiled. "I just felt that someone I knew had left."

"Left?" Isaros was curious.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go watch a movie," Ashen pinched Isaros' face affectionately as they held each other's hands and walked into a cinema.

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Indonesia.

"Let's try scuba diving in the dark this time. With the lights underneath the water, it's going to be so much more exciting than during daytime," Vivien chuckled as she checked over the scuba equipment on her.

"How is it going, Lisa? Are you done preparing?" she looked at a petite girl in a diver's suit.

"All set!" Alisa gestured an OK to her.

"How about you, Rod?" Vivien tilted her head as he looked at the tall man.

"I'm alright… I think we should dive in the day… It's very dangerous at night. What if we encountered a shark or something…" Rod was still worried.

"What's there to fear about sharks? With my brother's underlings around, the sharks would be committing suicide if they come after us! I'm still not over the shark fin soup I had last time, so it's a good opportunity for me to get more of it!" Little Vivien gestured in confidence. She was currently enjoying life every day and was considered a rich and beautiful girl. With such a ridiculously overwhelming background as her main support, even the high-class merchants would have to respect her.

In addition, the trio, Vivien, Rod, and Alisa, was considered this generation's overlords. It was fortunate that the trio's personalities weren't reckless and so they didn't develop into bullies.

Vivien pointed at a black beach nearby them.

"There's twenty-four-hour guard duty over there! There's nothing to be afraid of. Let's go down into the water!"

She was the first one to jump from the boat and was swallowed by the sea.

Rod and Alisa exchanged looks hopelessly and then proceeded to don their oxygen masks.

Waters were splashed and two of them entered the deep sea with their diving suit.

The trio did have enough capital to not care about their expenditure at all.

Even if Garen was no longer around, Alisa's sister was Ashen's lover. No matter what happened to the Holy Fist Palace, Garen's reputation as the Holy Fist would never be shaken and the upper-level members would definitely be the first ones to protect them no matter what. In such a short amount of time, the appearance of the Holy Fist had become the very icon of overwhelming strength and the mental idol of the Holy Fist Palace. Furthermore, there had already been people idolizing him before this.

For example, Ninox, Xander, Baldy and his wife.

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Hu!

Raffaele got up from the bed and she was drenched in her own sweat. She seemed like she'd just had a horrible nightmare.

Her face was pale and her gaze was rather unfocused as if she'd just realized that she was at an unknown place.

As she used the blanket to cover her upper body, she stood up from the bed as she could faintly hear some ruckus from outside.

She looked down from the window and could see a lot of luxurious cars, even limited edition ones, passing by the area. A lot of high-class gentlemen were getting down from the cars under the protection of bodyguards as they walked to a building nearby.

A huge amount of military soldiers had locked the whole area down with yellow tapes.

Raffaele opened the window and a series of soft conversations could be heard among the winds. However, they were very faint and she couldn't hear their voices clearly.

Her gaze shifted and she drew an invisible symbol in front of her. The voices drowned by the wind were amplified.

"... Lord Holy Fist shouldn't have disappeared by accident. Based on his individual strength, there should be no one who can fight against him one on one."

"Based on this logic, does that mean that what Captain Cece said is true?"

"It's very likely since Lord Holy Fist's martial arts have reached a realm beyond our imaginations. If we related him to the stories in the east, it wouldn't be impossible for him to achieve the level of flying in the sky."

"That's in the realm of fantasy! I believe Lord has gone to another place to search for a stronger martial art," one of them said so.

"Regardless, we need to announce that Lord Holy Fist has isolated himself from the world to the public. The main power of the Holy Fist Palace is him so we must delay the truth as long as possible. Furthermore, Lord Ashen is currently our Vice Palace Master. We don't even need Lord Holy Fist to maintain our power," one of the eastern practitioners broke down his analysis.

"This is a good idea."

"Right. Let's go with this for now!"

Raffaele looked in their direction from afar and she could only see a few heads moving about as the voice came from inside the house. She didn't realize that two contours had appeared quietly at the dark corners of her room while she was eavesdropping on them. They were the Upper-Level Blood Breeds from the Holy Fist Palace. If she had been someone with no qualifications, she would've been killed already.

"Garen…" Raffaele muttered softly.

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New York.

"I hereby announce, the beginning of the world's first Witch parliamentary election!!"

In a hall filled with thousands of people, AG was in a white suit. His hair was neat and tidy, giving off a waxy reflection, and he had a clean and delicate silver crutch in his hand.

He stood on the main platform as he looked at the densely packed witches. He had a feeling of satisfaction that couldn't be described in words.

Indeed, he had succeeded.

After revealing his secret on how to maintain his strength while leaving his ancestral land, he had immediately gained ninety percent of the witches' support, regardless of gender. The number one issue for the witches had always been them being unable to leave their ancestral lands. Once they did so, they would exhaust all the blessed ancestral water which they always carried along and their strength would decrease dramatically.

Now that AG had gifted this secret technique to the masses, all male and female witches were no longer bound by this chain.

This also meant that the witches were now qualified to stand on the world's stage as well.

The old witches who held power were replaced by the Shadow Council and AG was the first speaker who was elected by a majority vote. This was also a milestone of the arrival of the supernatural generation.

The Death Apostle level AG had successfully replaced Mother Lion.

Nasira had become the Deputy Speaker as she assisted AG.

It was time for the Witches to rise with the world…

In the same year, the Holy Fist Garen of the Holy Fist Palace had passed on as he tried to surpass his limits. Once the news was out, countless of martial art practitioners were devastated.

While AG and the rest of the countries tried to maintain their powers in terms of supernatural strengths and the Holy Fist isolating himself from the world, this sparked everyone's greed. Hence the world was once again thrown into chaos.

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Garen's vision was completely black as he felt that he was ejected out of the planet by an unknown force.

His body had turned into a blob of black dragon-shaped aura as he was forced into the endless starry space away from the planet. He looked behind at the blue planet that was shrinking in size and dimming at the same time.

His speed gradually increased and reached its limit.

The surrounding stars blinked brightly and he wasn't sure where he was heading, nor in which direction.

"I can't just fly out without any direction," Garen felt that his body had completely melted and became a pure aura with his soul as the guidance.

Suddenly the universe around him started trembling.

Splash!

He seemed to have been dumped into some sort of fluid, as Garen thought that he had been thrown into the sea. He was caught in a ferocious tide from the vacuum space.

His soul could clearly see that he was surrounded by light yellow river water while moving at high speed.

"No… This isn't water… This is aura in a liquid state!" Garen was stunned as he finally knew where the planet's rejection was sending him to.

He was at the Mother Stream! It was also the place where he'd first appeared!