Mystical Journey

Mars planet ring.

The oversized red planet ring wrapped around like a belt and hung around the crimson Mars, spinning slowly.

A large group of figures in red long robes were flying out a hidden leaping black hole on the planet ring in a tidy order.

The figures that flew out landed on the planet ring. Large amounts of universe debris and various elements camouflaged them.

Each leaping figures triggered force field ripples enough to tremor anyone of an Inherited Level.

One of a red figure was the last to fly out and within this group of over a hundred, he stood in the highest position to distinguish his aristocracy.

"Chinande, hopefully, this time your intel isn't lacking," the red figure was heard in a low voice.

Hiss...

A black crack was ripped out of space and a white figure walked out of it. It was Chinande with a pair of pale emotionless of eyes.

"You think I would lie to you?" He asked solemnly.

"My Scarlet Mourning Hall is now out of your control. Hehe, you think that by wiping out the Energy Machinists, it will clear you of suspicion? What a joke. With your capabilities yet you allow this huge tumor of a Scarlet Snow Alliance escape really is incomprehensible," the red figure coldly smiled.

Chinande did not say anything more but rather looked at Mars. That direction was this mission's crucial point. At this stage, if the Scarlet Snow Lianne still was in the dark then they were idiots. The enemy was already at their doorstep.

It could be clearly seen that shades of white and red figures burst open from Mars' atmosphere like denser tiny meteor sparks, firing over at the Scarlet Mourning Hall.

Leading them were the four Perpetual Motioners with Two-Faced Person as their head.

After the war from that year, the remaining Perpetual Motioners Energy Machinist were only them four, all of which entered the Scarlet Snow Alliance and became branch sects, living in seclusion on Mars.

"Prepare to attack," Chinande shouted. "We have to first eliminate them before Sawtooth King and the rest could react."

Mars was a stronghold base bestowed by Sawtooth King to the Scarlet Snow sect. If it weren't for the sudden removal of the Scarlet Mourning Hall's stronghold above that attracted a large amount of attention, they probably wouldn't be able to spot something amiss.

At one side was a team of pure crimson while on the other side, a mixture of red and white. The two assembly of people swiftly closed in and stopped at a distance of a few thousand kilometers.

"So it is the Scarlet Mourning Hall! Attack!" Not wasting a breath, the Two-Faced Person flung his arm and signaled the start of the battle. All these years, there was animosity between Scarlet Snow Sect and the Finite people of the Scarlet Mourning Hall in the North Pole. A blood feud, to say the least. Wars of bloodbaths that raged between the two parties had caused the fall of many experts of Inherited Level, Non-Failing Level, Level Eight, even Level Nine as well as Level Ten Perpetual Motioners meeting death together.

Suddenly, a vast fluctuation of force field spread out, sending the people of the Scarlet Snow Sect to be thrown off the leaping ball of inverse space.

With a swoosh, a large black round empty hole appeared between them, engulfing everything around in extreme.

Both parties flew into it in tacit agreement.

Those who could fly in space in true form were either top buffed Energy Machinists or Mech incorporated Mech Pilots who were at least the Non-Failing Level. Up to this point, these average performers were only serving side dish and would not even possess the qualification to even participate the battlefield.

All of them soon made it into the black hole. The opening then shrunk and just as it was going to vanish, a pitch dark spaceship leaped out of nowhere, shot into the hole like a rocket and disappeared into it.

The moment the spaceship disappeared, a ray of light blasted from afar and before the last crack of the hole could seal up, it snuck into it.

The poor hole was prepared to shrink completely yet a boundless force field held it up.

"Inverse space battlefield?" A man's voice echoed in space. Whizz whizz whizz... rays of blue light fired into the hole. Once again, disappearing out of sight.

This time, the black hole finally shut entirely.

******

Inverse space universe.

Countless planets were injecting large amounts of various attributes and rainbows rays. A large majority of the planets were different in size, a lot of them in a shade of yellow while a small quantity was in blue but mostly emerged in change shades of color such as the rainbow.

Two-Faced Person from the Scarlet Snow Sect and those from the Scarlet Mourning Hall were caught in a fierce battle the moment they entered.

They chose a spacious place where there weren't any nearby planets. Within the dark space, both parties were familiar with each other's techniques and strategies. The familiarity was to the point of a friendly match with tacit coordination.

Chinande stood high above, levitating in mid-air. Hiding behind a white robe, he did not make a single move. From an outsider's point of view, he was a member of the Scarlet Mourning Hall's red-robed minions but this time, his undercover identity was the deputy hall leader of the Scarlet Mourning Hall.

Seeing the battle between the Scarlet Mourning Hall and Scarlet Snow Sect, he was not in a rush to lend a hand.

"Chinande, what the hell are you doing? You're not here to be a spectator!" The hall leader of the Scarlet Mourning Hall used a quantum computer to transmit his voice in frustration.

He was ganging up against the Two-Faced Person a few light years away. The frightening black-hole type ripples caused by the two reached up to tens of million kilometers of range but the universe was simply expanse. One light year went up to a hundred billion kilometers of range. If it weren't for quantum technology, communication between them would be a problem.

So from where Chinande was, he could see nothing but a blur of darkness as the battle rays had yet to reach here but in actual fact, it had already begun.

In order to witness the situation over there, apart from perception and induction, the only way was to wait a few years for the ray to fire over.

This was the universe with unimaginative expanse.

This wasn't limited to where Two-Faced Person was, it was the same for other confrontation between Non-Failing Levels. Each of them fought in pairs and could not lay eyes on other groups.

Chinande did not respond. He remained silent as he hung in space as if waiting for something.

Time flowed by, seconds and minutes.

Without knowing it, it had been over ten minutes.

Chinande maintained his original posture. A long time ago, his team of Perpetual Motioners were slain in one of the Energy Machinist battles, only he survived while most of the Perpetual Motioners of the Energy Machinists passed and only a handful escaped. Both parties had long laid a deadly grudge.

The team of his best friends were almost completely vaporized because of White King yet he pledged his faith to White King just as a loyal dog.

Some criticized him staying true to the nickname he was coined, Wild Mutt but he did not take this to heart. His real identity was then exposed and as the faithful lackey of White King, he seeked refuge from the camp of Finite people.

In the darkness of the cold and serene space, a black spaceship silently streaked from the depths, flying just beneath Chinande.

"So they're here?" Chinande's white eyeballs dryly twirled, "Little rat..."

******

Baylon and Clint stood side by side in the cockpit, staring ahead of the three sloping glasses. The pitch black inverse space universe outside was within their sight.

White Winter and another man with short green hair were navigating the spaceship, agilely dodging pieces of broken meteor fragments.

"We should be united far from the battlefield. We only need to capture one Soul Official Class exports of the Scarlet Mourning Hall before heading back," White Winter grabbed the goatee on his face. He was no longer the shy little boy that was more beautiful than a woman. With one hand holding a cigarette, his other hand was swiftly operating on the navigation board with dexterity.

"Soul Official Class expert is at least the Non-Failing Level. I will personally handle it," Baylon spoke coldly with a heavy murderous intent.

"Be careful, I sense something amiss," Red Moon's voice was heard amongst the people.

"With me on board, I can take two! Don't worry about it! I will be going with Lonnie!" Clint's hands rested on his waist as he spoke with arrogance.

"Is your exterior armor fixed?" Baylon glanced at him and frowned.

"Er..." Clint has yet to reach the Non- Failing Level. He instantly rubbed his nose and lowered his head in awkwardness, "Not yet..."

"Then you stay," Baylon said without compassion. "Without an exterior armor, you don't even stand a chance to have Master Red Moon make an appearance. You'll be a burden even if you go. I alone am enough."

"How ruthless...!" Clint was crushed.

"Is the leaping settings ready?" Baylon held the handle of her white sword on her waist and looked at White Winter.

White Winter gestured an okay sign.

"Be careful," the green-haired man reminded. "There's a Soul Official alone just on the right. He must be planning on backing up the others."

"Relax."

Baylon took large strides to the center of the spaceship. The secede pod was there.

Clint and the rest behind her immediately stripped away their joking expression and started to solemnly prepare for any possible unexpected event.

Hiss...

The hatch opened and Baylon entered the isolating cabin. The hatch behind her shut tight and the air current gradually withdrew from both sides.

Swoosh!

The exterior hatch finally opened, revealing the dark and endless universe in the outer world. The inverse space universe.

A silvery-white armor was immediately released on both sides of Baylon's face, covering the lower half of her face from the nose and providing her oxygen.

Her clothes quickly shrunk and tightened, becoming a tight black suit and outlining her bewitching bodyline. Her body leaped forward a few times with agility, somersaulting into the darkness.

Just out of the hatch, were two red figures that leaped and appeared here.

It was two Soul Official dressed in red.

"Two!?"

Baylon's eyes turned stern. Her body hasten in its leaping. The force field on her body crystalized a swallow.

With a swish, her body embodying an agile swallow dashed towards the two Soul Officials with lightning speed.

The duo immediately reacted and erected force field. The red force field simulated two crimson glow in blossom similar to two large red eggs within the universe.

A large piece of the force field became red sparks and splattered around after a series of clang noises was heard.

"Unparalleled Sword, Peacock!"

Baylon released a phantom of in form of a peacock. Cold air surging from all directions wrapped the two Soul Officials.

"50% mock!" A hint of cold ruthlessness flashed past her eyes. She drew out her white blade with speed and evoked a wave of white light in the darkness. Becoming one with the beak of the phantom peacock, she struck one of the Soul Official in the chest.

"Fantasy Resonance!!" This Soul Official must have known that he was on the verge of death. His opponent's lightning speed had caught them off guard and he was almost at the end of the rope with just one blow. Hence, he decided to go all out.

A large amount of red silkworms roved out of the red force field, charging at Baylon in biting motions.

Cling cling!

Two crisp sounds were heard.

Baylon gently landed on a slow-moving aerolite. She stood still.

Fogs of blood exploded out of the two Soul Officials behind her. The force field was frozen solid and their bodies turned into ice blocks. They were knocked unconsciousness.

Hu...

Baylon took a deep breath. The mock earlier exhausted her a fair bit.

Clap... Clap... Clap...

Suddenly, clapping sounds were heard coming from above.

"Not a bad performance," a cold emotionless voice was heard from the upper space.