Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 393 391-Power

This was an indescribable entity, his eyes containing the stars of the entire universe, profound and mysterious.

His body, like a composition of countless galaxies and black holes, brimmed with endless energy.

His voice, like the breath of the universe, deep and grandiose.

The surrounding scenes became increasingly dynamic and terrifying, a powerful force emerging from the void, surging like a tide, enveloping the entire cosmos.

Beams of light shot out from every corner of the universe, illuminating the whole cosmic expanse.

At this moment, powerful beings began to appear slowly, their formidable presence almost bursting forth from the surface of the water.

First to appear was a First-generation Deity with the power of endless life — the Goddess of Life.

Her eyes shone like brilliant stars, her skin as clear and luminous as crystal.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the surrounding plants began to grow rapidly, flowers bloomed profusely, and fruits were abundant.

The Goddess of Life smiled and spoke, "Jibulo -- Yuan Ka Yuan --"

The Goddess of Life uttered strange syllables, but Ethan understood clearly what she said.

"I grant you endless vitality."

Then came a First-generation Deity with the power of endless wisdom — the God of Wisdom.

His eyes were like the profound starry sky, and atop his head were wings beyond description.

With a light wave of his hand, countless pieces of knowledge transformed into substance and fell upon various parts of the universe.

The God of Wisdom smiled and said, "I grant you endless wisdom."

The scene shifted again, and a First-generation Deity with the power of endless strength — the God of Power — appeared.

His body was like a colossal mountain, nearly filling the entire universe.

In his hands, he held a massive hammer. 

With a gentle swing, the whole cosmos began to tremble.

The God of Power roared, "I grant you endless strength."

...

More deities, like a carousel, passed over the surface of the water.

Towards the end, the entire universe was filled with First-generation Deities.

Each of the First-generation Deities almost burst the universe with their presence...

Ethan watched with furrowed brows, his body trembling continuously.

How could such First-generation Deities be defeated by the Second-generation Deities?

What terrifying beings did the First-generation Deities create!

Ethan felt a stir in his heart, and suddenly the scene changed again.

The bodies of the First-generation Deities began to collapse.

Their flesh and blood transformed into flowing light, converging into a gigantic vortex.

This vortex emitted a strong light, illuminating the entire universe.

Suddenly, all that remained in the universe was that vortex — the primordial.

The First-generation Deities came from the primordial and ultimately dissolved back into it.

Ethan did not fully understand the meaning, but he had a glimmer of insight.

Ethan sat cross-legged on the surface of the water, his mind clear and free of distractions.

He closed his eyes, introspecting his own Primordial Light.

It was an existence beyond matter, beyond the physical body, even beyond the soul. 

It was the essence of the universe, the source of life.

In Ethan's heart, a faint light emerged.

Although weak, it was filled with endless power.

It was like a seed, containing infinite possibilities.

Ethan took a deep breath, drawing this light into his body.

With the infusion of the Primordial Light, Ethan felt subtle changes in his body.

His muscles became tougher, his bones stronger, his blood more fervent.

Even his perception of the surrounding energy became clearer, and the Rule of Wraith in his mind operated incredibly fast.

His body seemed to be filled with a powerful force, giving him a feeling of immense strength and confidence.

Ethan opened his eyes, which flickered with an ancient essence.

He knew he had now mastered a part of the power of Primordial Light.

This power could not only enhance his physical condition but also boost his attack power and even improve his use of the Language of Nature and the Rune of Rules.

He stood up, extending his hand, and a beam of light condensed from his palm.

Before he could make another move, the scene around him vanished instantly, and the High Priest's urgent voice halted Ethan's action:

"Wait, do you want to topple Valhalla?"

He looked nervously at the point of bright, day-like primordial energy at Ethan's fingertips.

Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly, saying casually:

"This power could destroy Valhalla?"

The High Priest's complexion turned somewhat pale as he replied faintly:

"This is the energy of the primordial. Although it's only a thousandth, or even a ten-thousandth of the original power of a First-generation deity, this force is already immensely formidable. Destroying Valhalla would be easy. Your strike, even if faced by a true deity, would cause significant damage."

Ethan's eyes filled with joy, not expecting the power of the Primordial Light he had comprehended to be so formidable.

"However, there are taboos. If you fully utilize the Primordial Light, it can indeed inflict great harm on a deity, but the Primordial Light will then be depleted. If you wish to use it again, you'll need to capture more Primordial Light."

"What if I only use a small portion of it?"

"The miraculous aspect of Primordial Light is its ability to self-heal. Even if only a sliver remains, it can regenerate. So, as long as you don't pour out all the Primordial Light at once, it can recover. It's just a matter of time."

"I understand. Thank you, High Priest."

Ethan looked deeply at the Shadow Clan High Priest, his eyes filled with gratitude.

He knew that without the High Priest's assistance, he might never have been able to comprehend the power of Primordial Light.

"High Priest, I can't express my gratitude to you in words." Ethan's voice carried a profound respect. "We merely met by chance, yet you led me to comprehend the power of the Primordial Light..."

Before Ethan could finish, the High Priest interrupted him:

"In the Deityforsaken Land, where the living space for all races is already so constrained, helping each other is only natural. Moreover, you have a close relationship with our Holy Maiden; helping you is also helping her."

"I only hope that you can protect Sherry well and lend a hand to our Shadow Clan in times of danger. That would be enough..."

Ethan nodded solemnly, saying firmly:

"Rest assured, High Priest. The affairs of the Shadow Clan are my concern as well."

"Alright," the High Priest looked at Ethan with satisfaction, then turned to Sherry with a hint of reluctance, "I was supposed to teach you some of the Shadow Clan's secret techniques, but now those people outside are fighting amongst themselves. They need you to preside over justice."

"What?" Sherry's eyes widened as she looked towards Ethan.

Ethan slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "High Priest, what do you know?"

"Sigh, Dart isn't satisfied with what I've done, and he's starting a war outside, causing internal strife."

"How do you know this?"

"Many Shadow Clan members have died, their souls entered the starry sky and informed us."

Ethan hurriedly said, "Then we must not delay, High Priest, please send us out quickly."

The High Priest waved his hand slightly, and the entire Valhalla shook violently.

The scenery before Ethan and Sherry changed rapidly, and they felt a sensation of falling.

Ethan steadied Sherry, landing softly on the ground.

In the Shadow Clan's camp, the sounds of battle were already audible.

Without hesitation, Sherry grabbed Ethan's hand and roared:

"Let's go, we need to find the High Priest!"

...

Night fell, and the Shadow Clan's territory was engulfed in darkness.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a faint light, barely illuminating the war-torn land.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, suffocating.

On this dark land, Dart and his faction members were slaughtering their own clan members for power and position.

Their figures, ghost-like, flitted through the ruins, appearing before their enemies one moment and vanishing into the darkness the next.

Their eyes were cold and ruthless, their weapons gleaming with a chilling light, each swing claiming a life.

The flames of war had ravaged the once peaceful encampment, with broken stones and shattered walls standing as silent witnesses to the conflict.

Flames roared into the night sky, painting it a blood-red hue.

The firelight cast upon the ferocious faces of the Shadow Clan members made them appear more like demons from hell.

In this internal strife, the members of the Shadow Clan resorted to every conceivable tactic.

They harnessed the power of darkness to create terrifying illusions, plunging their enemies into endless fear.

They also controlled malevolent creatures like zombies, vampires, and skeleton warriors, who loyally fought for them, seizing victory in their name.

In this internal conflict, the numbers of the Shadow Clan members were continually dwindling.

For the sake of power, they betrayed their kin, even killing their own family members with their hands.

Their hearts were filled with hatred and anger, unable to discern friend from foe.

The High Priest, watching the battle rage outside, felt a deep sorrow:

"Dart, how did we fall to such depths?"