Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 56: Surge (2)

Dyon nodded. He believed this story because he had already scanned this Emperor Giant Territory. He had also seen the so-called relics they collected hidden deep within their Palace. So, the fact Emperor Angelus had openly told him all this made Dyon believe in submission just that little bit more.

In the end, Dyon smiled.

“This isn’t something you have to worry about… Come with me.”

With a casual wave of his hand, a void was torn open by Dyon. The Emperor Giants couldn’t help but follow along despite their confusion.

“This…”

Dyon, leading almost three dozen Emperor Giant Clan elders, suddenly appeared in the very depths of space. But, the scene before them was beyond their imagining.

A red tear pulsed in the endless darkness. It was as though a bloody blade had treated space itself like nothing more than a piece of black fabric.

With tear itself was covered in a crimson red thin and translucent film. But within it, one could see the expanse of a land filled with crumbling buildings of a once supreme civilization.

Mystical World?!

“You recognize this?” Dyon said casually.

“… Yes, but…” Emperor Angelus shook his head. “The relics we found before were all located within tears just like this one. However, finding them relied on luck. They often move erratically and sometimes blink out of existence entirely.

“In fact, whenever we enter one, we must rush to leave before the tear we used disappeared. If we aren’t quick about it, we might end up stuck until the world designs to give us a way out again…

“This has happened many times before. Sometimes, a new tear opens before the one who entered runs out of lifespan. But sometimes, it only opens to show us the bones left behind…”

“Is that so…” Dyon’s right eye throbbed, a pulse of qi sweeping through it. “Expand.” historical

As though a child listening to the call of its mother, the red tear’s violent shaking not only completely stabilized, but it instantly grew in size.

From a torn outline of barely one and a half meters, it became a sturdy rectangular doorway of over seven meters tall and three meters wide. Even Emperor Angelus himself wouldn’t have to duck to enter.

“Let’s go.”

Not waiting for an answer, Dyon crossed the red film, entering the Mystical World.

The Emperor Giants paused, looking at each other. It was simply impossible to hide the excitement in their gaze. This was the strength of a Higher Existence!

As for the fluctuations of a treasure of the 33 heavens…? With Dyon’s Immortal Sense protecting it, who was qualified to detect it?!

Dyon’s senses swept through the Mystical World. Every small bit of detail entered his mind without missing a single beat.

“As expected.” Dyon said as the Emperor Giants made their way to his side. “Your Universe Spirit has been hiding away here.”

Emperor Angelus’ expression changed. “How is that possible? Aren’t Universe Spirits meant to be restrained to their universe?… How could they enter a Mystical World?”

“This Mystical World has tied its existence to this place. It isn’t a coincidence that it blinks around as it pleases, yet somehow never leaves.”

Their eyes lit up with a sudden understanding. That was right… That tear had appeared and disappeared so many times, but it never left this universe. There had to be a reason. So it turned out that their existences were linked.

“Whoever created this Mystical World grounded its existence to this universe. In a way, it’s actually nothing but an extension of this universe.

“In addition, the Universe Spirit hiding here is no accident either. It’s a form of protection. If what I sense is correct, not only is this a stronghold of the Olympus Clan, it’s likely THE stronghold.

“The only disappointing thing is that there really doesn’t seem to be anything of much value left…”

The Emperor Giants blushed, a bit embarrassed.

Every time they entered this place, they would always be rewarded beyond their imagining. How did this suddenly become valueless in the eyes of this man? Even with his dull senses, Emperor Angelus could still sense quite a few supreme grade treasures that had degraded to the transcendent grade.

Unfortunately, they were too small for their use. So, usually, the Emperor Giants would sell them or melt them down to forge weapons appropriate for themselves.

“Are you going to continue to hide?” Dyon said.

Just as the Emperor Giants were feeling confused, a Universe Spirit began to shimmer into existence.

It was a man, wrapped in white wings, and handsome beyond words. His eyes were a gentle, but non-oppressive gold, his hair shimmered like tendrils of platinum, and his features were so delicate that one could easily confuse him instead of a gorgeous woman.

“This place isn’t for you all. Leave.”  

Dyon shook his head. “Why is it that every Universe Spirit I meet is more arrogant than even myself.”

The angelic man remained silent, saying nothing in response. It was as though he didn’t care for Dyon’s words at all.

Dyon sighed. It wasn’t that he wanted to choose violence, but did he have much of a choice now?