Chapter 69: Brother Shaya? (Five Thousand Chapter Request for First Subscription)
Silvia’s soft body plummeted through the air. Shaya stepped forward, catching her delicate form.
Almost simultaneously with Silvia losing consciousness, a terrifying shadow as black as ink surged from the void surrounding her like an incoming tide. Like a dark ocean surge, it instantly engulfed the surrounding Night Orchid sea. Upon mere contact, the light purple flowers withered as if touching a forbidden catastrophe, turning into countless withered yellow powder in a fraction of a second to the next.
This was the Twilight Divine Power residing within Silvia. In her past life, even in her dreams, Silvia had suppressed the unrest within the Bronze Cross subconsciously. But this time, Silvia had given up. The moment she lost consciousness, she simply let the shadows spread out, occupying her entire mind and body.
Seeing the dim, yellow light sweeping towards him, Shaya’s expression remained unchanged. He had dealt with similar situations with the aid of a Mental Strength Enhancement Potion as early as when he was a Second Ring. Although this time, for the sake of his subsequent plans, Shaya had not used similar overdraft potions. However, with his strength advancing to Third Ring, dealing with this out-of-control Twilight Divine Power was naturally not a problem.
Shaya’s pair of pitch-black eyes silently reflected three rotating, magatama-like silver moons. “Tsukuyomi” was activated.
The next moment, a round of bright moonlight silently appeared above the dim, yellow tide. Then, under the illumination of the silver moonlight—the chaotic, surging dim yellow divine power that seemed to be swallowing the world, calmed down bit by bit. Finally, the dim yellow divine power receded like a tide, returning into Silvia’s body. Only the surrounding withered flower sea remained, proving the traces of their existence.
After all the surrounding commotion subsided, Shaya squatted down again. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his “Spatial Pocket” and opened the cap. He dripped the emerald-green liquid, full of life, onto Silvia’s back.
Drip—
Drip—
The emerald-green liquid was absorbed by the wound. The profusely flowing blood was stopped, and Shaya immediately put away the Alchemical Healing Potion. Before him, the maiden lay with her eyes closed, in a deep coma. Only on her delicate, plain white face did two wet tear tracks remain.
“A woman’s love for a man often comes at a much higher price than a man’s love for a woman…” “Am I now proving this saying from my previous life?” Shaya smiled self-deprecatingly. He reached out and wiped away the two still-wet tear tracks from Silvia’s serene, cute face.
Next, Shaya squatted down and held the unconscious maiden’s body in his arms in a princess carry.
“Sparkle.”
“Chirp! (Understood!)” In the Soul Pact Space, the little golden-haired monkey, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly activated “Blink” with Shaya. The two figures on Morning Star Hills quickly disappeared, leaping towards the foot of the mountain with an extremely small gap.
Royal Capital of the Azure Court. That was the final act of the Historical Echo of the Ancient Azure Court. It was also the stage where Shaya was about to head. The curtain, burning with flames, had already been raised. From all over the Western Continent—people with different stances, different goals, and different thoughts gathered in the Royal Capital, all to contend for the divine authority called “Twilight.”
You sing your part, and I take the stage.
…
Western Continent, Golden Plains.
Silver City, Cretaceous Tower Headquarters.
“You’re going to the Netherworld?” Isvilda, the manager of the Grand Library at the White Tower, who held the title of “Silent Singer,” repeated Fiolen’s words. A rare look of surprise appeared on her usually indifferent face. “Fiolen, do you know what you’re saying?” “The Netherworld, that’s…”
“I’m rushing back from the Freista Empire precisely because I know the secret of the Netherworld,” Fiolen interrupted Isvilda directly. She waved her hand, recalling the Black Scale Lesser Dragon radiating immense dragon might behind her into the Soul Pact Space, her clear eyes showing a trace of urgency. “Isvilda, do you still remember the words our Tower Master left behind before she fell into slumber?”
As Fiolen spoke, Isvilda’s gaze gradually became solemn. “Are you referring to something about the Azure Court?” “Exactly.” In front of the magnificent tower, a brief silence fell. After a moment of silence, Isvilda spoke again. However, her words were hesitant this time, carefully chosen: “You need to think clearly. If the information you bring is just a false alarm, what will be the consequences…” “That is the Tower Master’s only forbidden treasure. If it’s just a false alarm, you might never be able to return to the White Tower.”
“I never intended to return to the White Tower anyway, Deputy Tower Master.” Fiolen smiled nonchalantly. “I’m only returning to deliver this message to repay the White Tower for raising me. I have no other intentions.” Isvilda’s gaze lingered on Fiolen’s pitch-black metal mask for a long time. After a long while, she spoke softly, “Alright.”
As the words left her mouth, to outsiders, the plaza around the White Tower remained calm, with nothing happening. But at this moment—in Fiolen’s eyes, spatial fluctuations began to permeate this space. Then, in a very short time, the spatial fluctuations transformed into sharp cracks, eventually converging into a colorless and formless, colossal spatial storm that ordinary people would find difficult to observe.
The next moment, the pitch-black sky appeared with crystalline cracks. The world barrier of the Prime Material Plane showed a gap. A fleeting rift leading to the dimensional abyss appeared. Piercing the barrier between the Prime Material Plane and dimensions was generally an exclusive ability that only Legendary Experts could master. The “Silent Singer” Isvilda at this moment was only able to accomplish such a feat by relying on her home advantage at the White Tower and her authority as its Deputy Tower Master.
Looking at the distorted dimensional rift, Fiolen did not hesitate and stepped into it directly. Inside the dimensional rift were chaotic spatial currents. Taking one wrong step could lead even a Titled Beast Tamer to perish instantly. Fiolen calmed her mind and followed the faint pull, traversing one spatial crack after another. Illusory afterimages of myriad planes appeared beside her, but Fiolen paid them no mind.
After a few breaths, the distorted spatial currents and complex plane projections all disappeared. What replaced them was a splendid yet subdued twilight. It was a complex of buildings with myriad towers, countless palaces, and layered majestic city walls. The architectural complex was shrouded in deep twilight radiance, grand and magnificent, resembling the royal court inhabited by the Titan giants in ancient mythology.
Fiolen took a deep breath, a trace of solemnity flashing in her beautiful eyes beneath the metal mask. She did not summon her usual mount, the Black Scale Lesser Dragon, but walked step by step into the palace complex shrouded in twilight. Fiolen knew very well what this place was. This was a new plane, opened up by one person’s efforts.
The outside world believed that the “Azure Silver Witch,” who built one of the Three Towers, the Cretaceous Tower, five hundred years ago and rose like a comet in a very short time, had long since been buried by the years. This was a reasonable assumption. After all, according to the very few verifiable records currently available, the Azure Silver Witch’s race was pure human, not long-lived races. Even upon reaching the Legendary rank, they were still limited by their racial lifespan.
Furthermore, “Azure Silver Witch” Silvia Brunnhildr had not made an appearance for centuries, and even in the intelligence databases of some powerful factions, her file had been marked as “missing.” Perhaps her lifespan had run out, or she had met with an accident while exploring the Astral Realm or Spirit World. Or perhaps she simply got lost in the cracks between the dimensional abyss and the void. Although still alive, she would never be able to return to the Western Continent, making her no different from being dead to the people of the Western Continent.
In the history of the Western Continent, there were countless such missing legends. After all, no legend did not yearn for divinity, and the opportunity for divinity lay in the distant Astral Realm and dimensional abyss. This was a viewpoint recognized by many legends. Therefore, since ancient times, countless Legendary Experts had embarked on journeys to the Astral Realm, most of whom would never return.
However, only high-ranking members of the White Tower like Isvilda and Fiolen knew clearly—the Azure Silver Witch Silvia had never gone to the Astral Realm or the Spirit World. In fact, after achieving the Legendary seat, she had never had any thoughts about those paths to godhood that countless others eagerly pursued. Silvia had always been on the Western Continent. Or, to be more precise, she had always been in a deep slumber in this sub-plane attached to the Prime Material Plane.
It was not like some powerful individuals whose lifespans were nearing their end, choosing to extend their lives through slumber to survive… The master of the White Tower, not long after ascending to Legendary, had established this place of slumber for herself. The Cretaceous White Tower, which later became famous, was originally established by Silvia with the sole intention of finding guards for her slumbering place.
The Azure Silver Witch chose to enter a state of self-sealing slumber at such a young age… It was as if she were waiting for someone to return amidst the river of time.
…
Fiolen walked step by step towards the palace shrouded in twilight. At first, she maintained a normal walking pace. But when she truly entered the palace and began to come into contact with the solidified twilight, Fiolen’s steps became exceptionally difficult. Sweat beaded on her forehead. With each step she took in the twilight, the solemnity in her eyes deepened. It was as if some immense power was enveloping Fiolen through the dim, yellow light, making each step she took arduous.
But Fiolen did not stop. She walked step by step. She crossed the palace floor paved with gray-white stone bricks, ascended the stairs leading to the upper floors of the palace, and thick dust fell from the massive silver-white stone pillars around her as Fiolen arrived. Finally, Fiolen’s steps halted at the highest level of this palace complex.
At the deepest part of the palace, there was a shallow, dim yellow shadow resembling a curtain. She passed through the curtain-like shadow and reached the Hall of Thrones at the deepest part of the palace. It was a spacious hall. Outside the large glass window, there was no sun, nor moon or stars, yet a faint light still enveloped it. It was solitary and dim. In the center of the hall was a silver-white throne.
Seated on the Azure Silver Throne was a woman with pure silver hair cascading to her waist. Her figure was slender, and she wore a somewhat tattered pitch-black gauze dress. Layers of dim yellow wings drooped behind her, illusory and hazy, enveloping half of the silver-haired woman’s body and the entire Azure Silver Throne. The silver-haired woman sat in the solidified twilight. Her right arm rested on the armrest of the throne, her hand supporting her side profile, as if in a deep slumber.
Upon seeing the slender figure on the throne, a great sense of crisis suddenly emerged from the depths of Fiolen’s soul. Although the figure on the Azure Silver Throne was still slumbering, it still made her tremble inexplicably, as if her life could be stripped away by the solidified twilight at any moment. As a veteran Titled Beast Tamer, she should not have been so vulnerable even when facing a Legendary. It seemed that even in slumber—her strength was still growing with time during this five hundred years of self-sealing slumber… Fiolen suddenly had such a premonition.
Even ordinary powerful individuals who extended their lifespans through self-sealing and slumber would inevitably experience a drastic drop in strength upon revival and would need a period of recovery to reach their peak again. However, the pressure emanating from the slender figure on the throne at this moment was far more terrifying than any other Legend she had encountered before. It was not on the same level.
Fiolen dared not look at the throne any longer. She quietly lowered her head and spoke in an extremely respectful voice.
“Respected Silvia.”
“I apologize for disturbing your slumber.”
“But according to the instructions you gave to the White Tower ancestors before entering the Netherworld—”
“When I was serving as the Southern Inspector in the Freista Empire, I accidentally discovered that ruins of the Ancient Azure Court had been excavated.”
“At the excavation site, we also detected traces of a Historical Echo, but that Historical Echo was extremely special, and none of us could enter it.”
“Furthermore, a young man should have entered the Historical Echo of the Ancient Azure Court. He was the first to find clues for the excavation of these ruins.”
“His name is Shaya Egut.”
“His current age is seventeen, a third-year student at Saint Roland Academy, and he already possesses near Master Grade combat power…”
“I suspect he has some connection to the past you care about and are investigating…”
Fiolen bowed and, in concise words, quickly revealed all the intelligence she possessed. As soon as the last syllable fell, her figure rapidly faded. A dimensional rift appeared, taking Fiolen away from this silver and twilight intertwined world and back into the Prime Material Plane. The oppressive aura near the Azure Silver Throne was too overwhelming. Even for a Sixth Ring Beast Tamer, the time they could endure was measured in seconds.
Fiolen’s figure disappeared, and the entire palace shrouded in twilight returned to an unspeakable silence. The dim yellow sky, the majestic silver hall, everything seemed frozen.
An unknown amount of time passed… On the silver armrest of the throne, unmarred by any impurities, an index finger suddenly moved slightly. In the solidified twilight, the woman in the black gauze dress still sat slumbering on the throne. However, in a certain corner of the Hall of Thrones, a ancient and worn thick tome suddenly opened by itself.
The dusty, ancient pages rustled noisily without warning. Then, it stopped at a blank page.
The next instant, rows of delicate and ancient light golden script appeared out of nowhere on the thick book.
“Awakening from my self-sealed slumber, my memories have become fragmented, yet only the memory of betrayal remains etched in my heart.”
“Checking the passage of the Sands of Time, has it been over five hundred years in the Prime Material Plane?”
“I sensed a familiar feeling from the visitor just now, meaning the tower I founded has not been destroyed?”
“That’s good news. It’s nice to see familiar things.”
“I thought that by the time I woke up again, everything would have changed drastically, like my former homeland…”
“Checking the throne’s records—”
“The reason that girl from the White Tower woke me up in the Netherworld was because she discovered a Historical Echo on the ruins of the Azure Court Duchy.”
“Also, the discoverer of that Historical Echo…”
The spontaneously writing light golden text suddenly paused. Immediately after—
*Crack—*
The twilight on the Azure Silver Throne, which had seemingly frozen the passage of time, shattered in an instant into countless dim yellow fragments, scattering on the ground. The text on the book reappeared. However, the originally delicate and neat light golden script now became rushed and messy.
“Shaya…”
“Brother?”
—Excerpt from the Diary of the Azure Silver Witch, Page 705, Holy Calendar 902, Frost Month, 28th.
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