Mystical Journey

The only two ways to gain Potential Points were to either hunt for Demon Cores, or to absorb souls.

Garen took the previously obtained Soul Crystal out from the Space Ring he wore on his nail. After deliberating briefly, he did not absorb the crystal directly. Even if he absorbed a few of these crystals, he would only get more than a dozen Potential Points. Compared with this small amount, he had better use for them.

Unlike the Demon Cores, this type of Soul Crystals had actual souls imprisoned within them.

He quickly checked through the fatally injured Suffering Knights and summoned creatures sent by the Lich.

“These guys, even though they were in such a rush, they still didn’t forget to take back the cores. How stingy!” Garen silently checked though once more and found that these Suffering Knights and summoned creatures’ cores were ripped away, only leaving its empty, body shells.

He dragged the two corpses of the Suffering Knights away and looted the most expensive and valuable parts of the other summoned creatures.

In this fierce battle, the Space Ring on his body was already on the verge of breaking. Although the Space Equipment was hailed as the toughest item discovered, it still could not withstand the strength of such a Level Nine or Ten battle. To be able to survive through the entire fight was already an astounding feat.

Carrying a pile of loot, Garen spread his wings and flew towards the direction of the whereabouts of the clan.

******

Within the endless Void, there was a huge floating distorted palace.

The black color palace was constantly twisting around in shapes. Sometimes it seemed to be circular, sometimes square, and sometimes an extremely complex shape.

A white ring was slowly rotating around the palace. It was made up of countless white ants with wings. They all had human faces and sang while they orbited the palace.

The song they sang did not have any hint of rhythm, but it gave off a sense of mesmerizing illusory.

Inside the palace, on the edge of a green vortex, there were three tall stone pillars. Each of the pillars had one wide open eye, a bloodshot yet pale white eye.

They were staring at the center of the green vortex in front of them.

“Distortion Demon Master, our mission has been completed, now it’s all up to you guys.” A calm, male voice said from one of the eyes of the three stone pillars.

“Our Void Army is not something free for you to sacrifice without any reason.” The green whirlpool let out a plain, female voice. They were using the standard Void Language.

“You people are in the Mother River, so you can manipulate and control more creatures near the Mother River. Thus, you should be the one in charge. Furthermore, I had already sent an Upper-Level Demon King to test out the waters.”

“This is not the time for bargaining, if we don’t go all-out, our entire existence will soon be annihilated.” Another stone pillar urged on. The stone pillar’s eye was shining in a hazy light.

“The Demon Masters we know is barely a fraction out of the Void. The Void is an endless abyss. There are still a lot of terrifying Demon Masters that we can’t even hope to make contact. There are more of them than there is sand in the sea. We’ll just have to deal with it as it comes.” The voice of another man sounded from the vortex.

“No matter how good your True Souls or our Demon Masters are, we’re still actually not the real main force. When the time comes to take action, it is not up to us but the Void and the Mother River.” A child’s voice rang out from the vortex.

“The Dimensional Crevice had already passed through the Crystal Wall System. A large number of the vanguard squad had already entered the Primary Plane and other planes.”

“The best channel of infiltration should be in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. That place is already chaotic enough with all the Demon Essence so they wouldn’t care if we enter.”

“I think we should go for Purgatory, the creatures there are sly and cunning. Perhaps we can persuade them to join us. The Void and the Mother River are incomparably great, that universe can never beat us.”

“How to deal with the Gods? That is the key.”

“Gods?”

One of the True Souls sank down.

“I checked it out once. They are almost omnipotent and invincible in the Divine Kingdom. It’s still doable if we were up against a Lower God, but a Middle God and the Upper God are going to be really difficult to handle.”

“The foundations of the Gods lies in the power of faith. We can initiate a war of faith to weaken them.”

“That’s too slow. We can’t afford to wait that long. The best solution is to lure out their Incarnations and Projections to exhaust their Divine Power.”

“How can we lure them out?”

“There are a few ways… The simplest one is to get a blasphemous Divine Soul with power that can overwhelm even the strongest of mortal existences.”

“To find an existence like that, I might have a good idea.”

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

******

Heavens

God of Light and Fire’s Divine Kingdom.

The Central Divine Kingdom was situated at the peak of the Mountain of Heavens. The whole Divine Kingdom was simply just a huge burning white flame on the top of the mountain.

The flames were eternal, constantly releasing a fearsome amount of light and heat. It was nearly half as large as the entire Primary Plane.

At the core of the flame, a huge crystal ball wobbled up and down slowly in the air.

There were rivers and hills within the crystal ball, countless creatures laboring in farms, angels with white and black wings patrolling in the sky, and even various Elemental lifeforms residing there.

Inside the crystal ball, at the center of it all was a huge and luxurious, pure white temple.

In the temple, all the Gods of Light and Gods of Fire were gathered there at this time.

The Major God Fehra sat on a golden-white throne at the top of the room, overlooking the projections of dozens of different Gods below.

“Welcome to the Throne of the Gods.”

A huge and majestic voice resoundingly rang out from Fehra.

His current attire was a White-Gold armor set. Wielding a sword and shield on each arm, he wore a green garland symbolizing peace in front of his chest.

This attire represented both offense and defense, signaling a desire to maintain peace.

Fehra’s face shined with a white light, concealing his face. The perennial imagination of idealistic perfection by his countless believers made his Godhead to have a fixed appearance. In different people’s minds, he will appear in the perfect, aesthetic form conforming the ideals of a person’s heart.

Hence, Fehra had another God name, and that is the Thousand-Faced God.

Below the temple, the two sides were filled with seats of different sizes, some looked fancy, some plain, some horribly complicated, some simple and elegant.

The Gods with concealed or exposed faces were all seated on the seats. Some of them were surrounded by faint colored halos, some were wearing flowing snake-like sashes, and the God of Knowledge had countless books behind him fading in and out of existence. There was also Shar who looked like an enchanting woman shrouded in darkness, and so on.

Fehra looked down at the gods.

The Goddess of Darkness and Shadow Weaves Shar, the Goddess of Magic and Weaves Mystra. There was also the War God, the Thunder God, the God of the Storm, and the Lord of Darkness and Death.

These six Gods were all Higher Gods, each with their own independent Divine System and huge forces. They allied with Fehra and were of near equal standing.

The rest of the gods were Middle or Lower Gods, and could only be dismissed as side characters.

“Major God Fehra, why have you called upon us?” Mystra was the youngest of all the Upper Gods. Her appointment was due to an excessively ignorant Arcanist that got demoted into a Lower God. Thus, she only had a mere few thousand years of experience as the Goddess of Magic and Weave.

“Goddess Mystra, in the areas you are involved in, have you noticed that there are more and more dimensional crevices recently? The alien creatures entering the space of our universe getting denser and denser?” Fehra asked in a low voice.

“Naturally I’ve noticed,” Mystra replied in affirmation. “This is a very strange phenomenon. In the last Centennial Conference, we found that the universe is starting to show very serious signs of rapid growth. This is not a good sign, despite the growth is very strong.”

“That’s right, we are pursuing absolute stability and balance. If we grow too fast, it will inevitably bring about a very rapid decline. It’s a law that what goes up must come down.” The God of Knowledge who was an old man with white hair and a beard answered calmly.

“The Weaves I manage are getting more and more energy. After checking the statistics, I’ve noticed that the source of these energies originated from the alien creatures that entered our universe,” Mystra continued. “I presume Miss Shadow feels the same?”

Shar was standing directly opposite her. She nodded slightly but did not make a sound. She was a charming woman in a black skirt and black veil. Similar to the Lord of Light and Fire, no one could see her face as it was only a black blur.

“Rumor has it that the Divine Statue of the Major Gods in the Primary Plane was vandalized by alien creatures some time ago?” The War God asked. Clad in golden armor, this Divine Soul with his eyes under the helmet constantly emitted golden light. He was blunt and straight to the point.

“This was also the other reason I have summoned you to this Conference of the Gods,” Fehra nodded. “Mother Nature had refused to meet with me. There might still be some trauma and suffering that she still feels from the last Holy War. The Dragon of Eternity had disappeared, his whereabouts have yet to be found. The Dragon Gods are all fighting each other, splitting into different factions. Now, the only ones who can deal with this the situation are just us.”

“What do you mean?” The mustached Thunder God asked, lightning surging throughout his body at all times. “Even when we’re at our strongest, there are alien creatures who dared to actively provoke us and destroy the Divine statues? This… was not an accident?”

“Perhaps it’s a warning,” Fehra nodded. “Let us tally up the amount of Dimensional Crevices for now. As for large crevices, it is still best to send some God-Favored to observe and monitor them.”

“We’ll act according to your will.”

The Gods responded in unison.

******

Deladia Empire.

White Dragon Clan

“You want to apply leave?” The Third Elder frowned, looked at Garen in front of him. He was a talented genius and the best hope the clan had. Now he wanted to apply for a long-term leave for an external mission, hoping to leave the clan to go elsewhere.

“Yes,” Garen responded softly in the cave.

“The clan can no longer satisfy my desire to improve, I want to go to the outside world to train myself.”

This clan is indeed too barren. The White Dragons have little access to general knowledge and lacked anyone to interact with. If it were not for Ann’s books, he might not have any understanding about the entire plane now.

Without support from the Deladia Empire, it is estimated that the clan would have to start controlling their population.

Holding his staff, The Third Elder turned around and took a few steps. He seemed to be very hesitant.

“Regarding your request, I can understand where you’re coming from… So, where are you planning to go?” He was actually very reluctant to let Garen leave, but he also knew that Garen was the only remaining hope in the clan with a chance to become the White Dragon King. All hopes of returning to White Dragon Mountain and regain power laid on him.

This was also the key reason for his tolerance of Garen to the point of ignoring even his own flesh and blood.

“Within the Four Great Territories of the Primary Plane, except for the neutral domain, all of them are the territories of various Gods. Even the largest Neutral Domain, it is still split up into territories of the various Gods of the Mother Nature Divine System. What the Gods are pursuing is peace, but I hope to kill to prove my courage and strength.” Garen had long decided on where to go, but he still had to explain his reasoning.

“If that’s the case, that narrows down your choices,” The Third Elder now understood his intent.

“I will first go to Snow City and participate in the war,” Garen succinctly said.

“Snow City… That’s a gathering ground for the Arcanists. The Arcanists don’t even care about Mystra and Shar. They brag about being the true center of the universe. It is too dangerous for you to go there,” The Third Elder warned.

“Wait till you’ve reached Level Eight, then at least you’d be safer.”