Mystical Journey

As the Black Water True Technique in Garen’s body was churning crazily, the Nine-Headed Hydra roared towards the sky in the black space. His strong aura was almost tangible blood, constantly rolling around like boiling magma.

In that instant, Garen’s spirit seemed to have completely fused with the Nine-Headed Hydra’s spirit, combining into one entity. In the dark, the Nine-Headed Hydra let out a series of roars. It danced in joy and for the first time, it voluntarily coordinated with the Black Water True Technique, increasing the speed of fusion.

The sixth dragon head quickly fused into Garen's body. The strong dragon heart provided large amounts of fresh blood to nourish the newly fused flesh and bones.

The Nine-Headed Hydra did not reject this at all. It was as if Garen was a close relative. A sense of submission and respect came from the Nine-Headed Hydra, and at that point, it was as if Garen was the true Lord of the Swamp during ancient times.

With the voluntary cooperation of the Nine-Headed Hydra, the fusion became faster and faster. Garen didn’t need to exert energy at all. The Nine-Headed Hydra was like a passionate fanatic, voluntarily breaking down its own flesh. It fused into the Black Water True Technique’s cycle, digesting over and over as the fusion process continued, quickly becoming Garen’s own strength.

Garen stood silently under the shade. His heart was in peace, but there was a faint tyrannical will, creeping up within him.

He understood that this was the tyrannical will that was in the ancient Nine-Headed Hydra’s genome. Because the will was fitting for him, it allowed his core totem, the Nine-Headed Hydra to submit. It was completely willing to fuse into his body.

In ancient times, even the birds in the sky would fall to the ground under the roar of the Lord of the Swamp. This tyrannical, fearless will dominated everything. It was the pride of being one of the strongest living things in ancient times.

The incomplete core totem was still just a copy of the Nine-Headed Hydra. Facing the actual will of its ancestor, it chose to submit.

The villagers from a village far away seemed to hear the cry. There were footsteps heading his way.

Garen smiled and became a cloud of black smoke, then disappeared into the sides of the forest.

Now, with the Nine-Headed Hydra’s voluntary cooperation, the fusion of the dragon heads was no longer an issue. The time required was greatly reduced. Most likely, he needed no more than two days to completely fuse with the Nine-Headed Hydra, stepping into fifth form. Moreover, operating the Black Water True Technique required time, and couldn’t be rushed.

The ancient Nine-Headed Hydra’s tyrannical will was an unexpected fit with him. It actually had a faint intent of fusing with his spirit.

However, these were not major issues. The key thing was, the level of a peak fifth form was in his sights.

Phiroth. Cthulhu King. Both of them had already reached the level of peak fifth form. Their accumulation of power over the years was immense. But Garen could feel that Phiroth’s aura was stronger than the Cthulhu King.~

As the strongest king of Daniela in history, his will had long been at the level that Garen had just entered.

While the Cthulhu King had to rely on his countless years of accumulation to barely be on par with Phiroth.

Garen didn’t know how to describe this level. In Earth terms, it would be someone who was clear of his own heart, able to explore his innermost nature. His heart would be crystal clear, unable to be affected by anything external.

This realm allows one to finally unleash his greatest power. The state of body will not be affected by any external things. Under the shift of the will, one could even unleash powers like never before. He will not be threatened or cumbered. Whether he fights or retreats, there will be no hesitation.

At this level, the heart was like a bright pearl that could be separated into multiple layers. The outer layer will never be able to affect the inner layer.

"Never thought that there are people that can exceed the level of the King of the Century in this world.." Garen lamented. If Phiroth was already so strong, how about Hellgate, who was stronger?

Suddenly he felt thankful, thankful that he came to such a great era, thankful that he could compete with the strongest of this era to pursue what each wants.

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Three days later.

Under the dim light in the hut.

Hannet was crouching on the ground, drawing the final lines of the tactic formation.

On the floor of the hut, an extremely complex, round tactic formation could be clearly seen in front of another person in the hut.

This tactic formation seemed to be formed by layering more than ten other tactic formations on top of each other. Its diameter was only four meters, but there were more than ten thousand symbols in it. They were crammed together, like countless white bugs climbing on top of each other.

As the light flickered, it shined on Hannet’s sweaty forehead, reflecting a hint of grease.

"Finally, it is complete." Hannet slowly finished his carving and got up from the floor. "I just have to wait for a thunderstorm to connect to the electromagnetic field in the sky. Together with my body attributes, the Cthulhu’s Origin can be purified, drawing out the will of the Cthulhu King."

"What do we do after it is drawn out? None of us can withstand the Cthulhu King’s Will. Even just a glimmer of his will would be able to defeat all of us!" The middle-aged man on the side muttered.

"At that point, it would be up to that man." Hannet shook his head. "We are only responsible for drawing of the Cthulhu King’s will. The rest of it has nothing to do with us."

"Should we go and inform him now?" The middle-aged man asked.

Hannet nodded his head and sat on the ground. He looked exhausted. His eyes were full of bloodlines, showing an obvious lack of rest.

The middle-aged man stood up and came to pick him up.

"Unfortunately I can’t help much."

"No problem. Have Beckstone and the rest arrived?" Hannet closed his eyes and massaged his temples.

"I’ve told them of the urgency. They should be arriving today."

"That’s good."

"Since everything is prepared, shall we begin?" Suddenly, there was another voice in the hut.

The two of them were caught by surprise. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked by the voice who suddenly appeared beside them.

"Lord Garen, are you sure you want to begin?"

Hannet quickly steadied himself and spoke.

"Definitely. How is the preparation of the Cthulhu’s Origin?" Garen was dressed in the same sackcloth clothes as two days ago. He had a smile on his face, looking gentle.

"The preparation is complete." Hannet bowed his head, trying to avoid the other party’s dark red pupils. It had only been a few days since he had seen the other party, but his aura had become more concentrated by a fair bit.

"Let’s begin." Garen nodded.

Hearing the signal, Hannet stepped into the tactic formation. He placed the bright Cthulhu’s Origin in the middle. Then, he sat crossed-legged in the formation. He placed his two palms on the ground on the only two empty areas in the formation.

Buzzz….

A wave of blue, luminous light came from the tactic formation. All the internal lines in the formation glowed in blue. Currents of electric flowed from Hannet’s body into the formation below.

The Cthulhu’s Origin was placed right in the middle. With a cracking sound, the crystal ball suddenly cracked. The white sticky liquid slowly flowed out from within, emitting white luminous light.

As the blue light and white light mixed together, the blue light slowly surrounded the white light and started spinning.

Seconds and minutes went by. With the white light as the center, the blue lightning arcs slowly formed a vortex with a two-meter diameter.

Crack!!

A flash of lightning flashed across the vortex. In the middle of the vortex, a full-blue shadow of a bird appeared.

The blue bird was like a peacock. Its tail had nine, long, lightning feathers. The feathers and blue light were combined together and couldn’t be differentiated.

Crack!

As another lightning arc flashed by, a human-faced bird shadow rose up from the formation. The Human-Faced Bird was fully blue. There was no expression on its face, far different from the Nine-Tailed Bird.

The Nine-Tailed Bird and Human-Faced Bird caught the white Cthulhu’s Origin in between them. As the two palm-sized blurs suspended in the blue and white light, the lightning arcs in the blue light increased in number, becoming denser and denser.

The white liquid in the middle also had signs of becoming clear.

As the buzzing grew louder, the whole hut seemed to start shaking.

"Success!!" Hannet let out an expression of joy. "As the Origin starts to become clear, it is a sign that the purification process is a success!" He said loudly.

Garen, who was standing outside the formation, let out a smile.

Suddenly, there was a series of hurried footsteps coming from outside the house. As the footsteps got nearer, it got more hurried.

Bang!

The door was knocked open. A tall, silver-eyed young man rushed in suddenly.

"Beckstone wait!!" A girl’s urgent cry came from behind him.

Hannet and uncle were overjoyed. It was as if they had let go of a huge burden. They felt much more relieved.

Beckstone, a fourth form and the genius of the Terraflor Society, can definitely scare the Lord of the Black Swamp Palace.

Entering fourth form before he hit thirty, in addition to the strong Terraflor Society behind him, even the arrogant Black Swamp Palace wouldn’t take him lightly. He wouldn’t ignore the giant Terraflor Society.

He met Beckstone during a totem forum in the past. At that time, himself, Tina, Beckstone and another companion stood up simultaneously against a group of bullies. That was how they met.

After that, they realized the chemistry between their totem abilities and so happen could form a small group. Hence, they did so and completed multiple tasks in the Luminarist Guilds. They even set up a small mercenary squad.

After multiple afflictions, their bond grew stronger. Many times, they sacrificed their lives for each other and could be considered friends for life.

This time, when Hannet heard that Beckstone was rushing over, although he said that he didn’t want to rely on others, but in fact he felt warm. The Beckstone now was no longer a normal person like before. His words and actions represented the Terraflor Society. He was a major figure and a genius of the next generation, almost on par with the Three Great Heroes.

In fact, the fame of the Three Great Heroes was built on the three major regions. They used their natural strong forces to protect many peasants and nobles. However in an individual battle, Hannet believed that they might not as skilled as Beckstone.

As both of them lifted their head to looked at Beckstone and his companion, they realized that Beckstone’s and Tina’s expressions were abnormally strange.

"Ga...Garen!!" Beckstone slowly called out the name of the man before him with a low voice.

Before Hannet and his uncle could smile, their mood gradually sunk, together with Beckstone’s low voice. They could evidently see Beckstone’s face turning white. His gaze looked extremely anxious. Together with Tina behind him, both of them seemed...seemed to be in fear.

Hannet’s heart sank.

"My teacher, how is he?" Garen turned to look at the two people. He smiled as he asked.

"Mr. Emin is doing very well." Beckstone bowed slightly. Glimmers of golden totem light were swiftly flowing around him, as if his strong fourth form aura could explode anytime.

He hadn’t forgotten the past two humiliating battles. The man before him had completely become his nightmare. He kept on trying his best to improve himself. But every time he thought of that defeat, his heart would grow cold.

As the white light in the hut grew brighter and sharper, a strange aura slowly flowed out from the white Origin.