Mystical Journey

The roof opened itself slowly, revealing the blue sky above. In the sky, three silhouettes were floating quietly, looking down at the group of people below. Among the trio, one of them emitted an extremely, terrifyingly deep aura in an unrestrained manner. This aura resembled a bottomless black hole.

"Three Perpetual Motioners?!" The expression on Yuko's face became extremely contorted suddenly.

Aside from her, the faces of the remaining Emissaries of the Alliance changed immediately in succession, as if they had encountered a great enemy.

Garen stood and looked up at Carthage who was floating in the sky.

Perhaps it was more accurate to call him Chinande now. He had not expected that Carthage would suddenly arrive now. Garen suppressed the worries in his heart with determination, before opening his mouth and speaking calmly with a slight sneering tone in his voice.

"It is true and extremely offensive, that I, Garen of the Scarlet Snow Sect, did not come out and greet the celebrated Light of Justice and Perpetual Motioner Holy Lord who came here personally."

His current identity depicted him as Jeros, and he was no longer the previous Garen or Nonosiva. Traces of his remaining evil aura dissipated out suddenly.

"Nonosiva, you broke the rules of the sect," Chinande was unusually detached; he was seemingly colder than before. His voice did not even seem to fluctuate.

Garen's face stiffened slightly beneath the helmet. When he raised his head, his eyes behind the helmet coincidentally met Chinande's white pupils. Both of them stared directly at each other without flinching.

Although his powers were unlike the other party's, Garen did not harbor any intentions of cowering.

After inheriting the will of all the seniors and founders of the Scarlet Snow Sect, he was destined to become the strongest person in the world! If he was too afraid to even face the Level Ten Perpetual Motioner before him, what honor would he have left to face the other higher Regent Levels?

Boom!

A shapeless Spiritual Light rushed into the depths of Garen's soul through his eyes violently. An immense pressure as heavy as a hammer collided against him, blinding his eyes instantly and making everything blurry.

However, he kept his eyes widened determinedly.

Aside from him, everyone else that was currently here was also violently shaken by this Spiritual Light. The air stiffened and solidified. Everyone resembled insects that were stuck in an amber when they were suppressed and imprisoned by the enormous and limitless forces of the Energy Field.

The difference between the Energy Fields was truly this brutal. If you were stronger than someone else and your Energy Field stifled them, your opponent would lose even the ability to make a move.

"This is the Scarlet Snow Sect. As the Sect Master here, my decrees are the laws!" Garen could not see clearly anymore. He had never expected that Chinande's powers would actually be so terrifying. His Energy Field suppression could make Garen's Level Ten self pant for air. However, his honor as a Secret Technician made it impossible for him to have any intentions of compromising or cowering.

Although he could not see, he used his greatest power to release a loud noise.

He was not merely representing himself in this place now. Instead, he was doing this for the numerous Scarlet Snow founders who had sacrificed numerous things for him! If these numerous Soul Seed sacrifices yielded to submission easily under the weight of someone else now, how could he become Scarlet Snow's strongest individual? How could he walk on the path of becoming the highest peak of the Secret Technicians!

The sound waves echoed in the empty space and reverberated between Garen and Chinande before suddenly jolting awake the nine other people who were confined to the sides.

Boom!

The terrifyingly abundant pressure descended from the sky and gathered before pressing down on Garen's body firmly.

The white robe that covered his entire body danced and fluttered frantically while his golden helmet remained as cold and as solid as before. It blocked off the gazes of anyone who wanted to peep through it.

The dark section that represented his face looked up at Chinande unwaveringly. However, traces of broken, porcelain-like cracks were gradually appearing throughout Garen's entire body underneath the helmet.

"Jeros has apparently entered Level Ten. However, there's still a range within Level Ten, Captain!" said the little red-haired girl softly when she opened her mouth. "Otherwise, you could simply get rid of these people here and end it. Hehe, the Federation of Energy Machinists can't even fend for themselves now anyway."

"I think that's fine. It's merely the annihilation of a single small-sized sect and a few supposed Emissaries. It won't matter if we just kill them. Since the plan has almost come to light now, do we still need to conceal it like this?" On the side, the white-haired man lifted a few strands of his hair while voicing his agreement.

Chinande remained silent.

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The strong wind whistled, as more people from all four corners of the earth realized that something was amiss. Most of the members of the Scarlet Snow Sect walked out of their dwellings and looked at the three figures that were floating in the sky.

Alice and Aloran walked out of their own residences and looked up at the sky before traces of shock appeared on their faces suddenly.

"That's… the Light of Justice?!" Alice grabbed her own long hair to prevent it from being blown and sent flying messily by the strong wind. "That face… really looks like Great Senior Brother Carthage…"

She noticed that Chinande's hand was already grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist slowly.

An indescribable fear surged through her heart suddenly. Alice looked at Aloran who was flying far away; she noticed a similar look of frightened panic on her face.

The same look of horror was apparent on the faces of the crowd of people around them who had walked outside too.

This was not merely their own fear, it was the fear of the entire Planet Scarlet Snow!

"The Light of Justice… wants to destroy the entire Planet Scarlet Snow?!" An unbelievable and frightening thought escaped from the depths of Alice's heart suddenly. She felt as if it was getting slightly harder for her throat to breathe.

The tremendous aura seemed as if it possessed an invisible magic. It was clearly surging in front of her. She felt as though she could almost not breathe any air at all.

"This is… the Planetary Imprisonment?!" An ability that she had only seen at the basic level appeared in Alice's mind.

Aside from her, everyone else around her was also experiencing breathing difficulties. Moreover, some creatures that did not even need to breathe could also feel this indescribably suffocating feeling.

Everyone on the entire Planet Scarlet Snow now felt as if their breathing was being suppressed, while their bodies grew weaker.

Shrouds of lifeless air started spreading throughout this entire planet. Some feeble insects and small animals in the forest were the first to die from suffocation. They were quickly followed by the sea creatures and fish species that were slightly larger.

More than a million lives were dying every moment.

"Chinande!"

Other than Garen's own aura, another Level Ten aura burst forth suddenly.

The four eyes of the Two-faced Person that were tightly closed all this while opened abruptly. With him at the center, a strange and cruel aura scattered in all four directions ferociously.

The floors turned gold wherever the aura traveled. While the Two-faced Person remained at the center, the entire area of a few thousand meters turned into a bright, golden sea instantly.

Countless blocks of bright golden pieces melted slowly and flowed there. The banquet hall turned golden silently before it similarly melted. Everyone here was floating in mid-air. They were enveloped and protected by this golden aura that was contending with Chinande in the air.

With the crowd at the center, all of the gold in their surroundings melted into liquid and began turning around everyone. It rotated, forming a gigantic golden spinning whirlpool.

When looking down at it from above, the floor of the entire courtroom had turned into an enormous golden whirlpool completely. It was unusually magnificent.

Both the male and female faces of the Two-faced Person laughed cruelly.

"Are you thinking of obliterating the Emissaries? Would you actually do such cruel things despite being both the dignified Emissary and Light of Justice? You wanted to slaughter the entire planet?!"

The spinning gold shook the power of the Planetary Imprisonment suddenly, causing it to disperse and relax.

Garen stood behind the Two-faced Person but remained silent. After the pressure was eliminated, he allowed the Two-faced Person and Chinande to challenge each other head-on.

Chinande's hand which was grasping the hilt of the sword loosened slowly. His lifeless eyes glanced at the Two-faced Person below him quietly.

"Holy Child?"

"A Level Ten Holy Child… This is slightly troublesome now…" The two people behind Chinande were faintly surprised as well.

The Holy Child primarily referred to the descendants of the Sacred People's bloodline. Most of them were directly related because only the second generation of the Sacred People could be known as a Holy Child. Powerhouses like these would generally surpass regular experts greatly. Once they entered Level Ten, their lineages would overlay, allowing them to become even scarier. Their combative strength did not have to be mentioned, while their survival rates were definitely first-class. There were innumerable types of Holy Lord Level escaping measures. They were extremely difficult to kill when this was coupled with their initial state of being Level Ten Perpetual Motioners.

Although the powers of the three people greatly surpassed their opponent now, it would still be slightly troublesome if he wanted to kill a Level Ten Holy Child… Even if his opponent escaped alone…

The Two-faced Person below, who had already absorbed the Distorted Seed, now understood the relationship between himself and Garen clearly. Although he was slightly unhappy, he finally stood in front of Garen and blocked him while the latter stayed behind.

Both of them confronted each other with one on top and the other below.

The wind blew and made some whooshing noises. The Planetary Confinement was already removed, allowing the entire space to return to its original state.

"Chinande! Are you trying to rebel?!" Yelled the Two-Faced Person with a completely strict expression on his face. "The Holy Lords can neither strike each other freely nor use abilities of planet-destroying levels simply. Don't tell me that you've forgotten all these rules?!"

Chinande's hand stopped moving suddenly.

No one had said anything after that. Everyone could see that Chinande was hesitating because the appearance of one Level Ten Holy Child was a variable that he had not anticipated.

However, only the Two-faced People knew that once he made a move, everyone else except themselves would die!

Hence, once Garen died, the powers of the Two-faced People would fall back to its initial state. They would be annihilated by Chinande and the rest then.

In other words, everyone here would perish when he struck!

Time moved slowly. Everyone's gazes were focused on Chinande's hand that was holding the hilt of the sword weakly.

He loosened his grip slightly and finally put it down.

Chinande's face looked expressionless, as though he did not feel defeated with the decision he made at all.

"Let's go," He turned around and flew towards outer space.

As the right-hand man of the White King, it was not time for him to reveal his identity yet.

"Hmph, I'll let all of you live a little longer!" The little red-haired girl twitched her lips disdainfully and left with him.

The white-haired man sighed regretfully and followed closely behind. The trio disappeared outside the atmospheric layer in the outer space quickly, as the terrifyingly oppressive aura weakened and dispersed gradually.

Every single trace of their forces disappeared cleanly once the trio had left completely.

Only then did the Two-faced Person lower his head weakly; an extremely exhausted appearance could be seen throughout his body. Yuko and the other Level Nines inhaled a large breath of air violently as if they were just pardoned. They did not need air at all but did this because it was the quickest way for them to relax.

Garen was still looking on in the direction where Chinande and the two others had flown away and fled.

"As expected of a first-rate powerhouse that was able to nearly annihilate all of the Energy Machinists single-handedly that year! Despite having the assistance of his subordinate members, Chinande's powers are still a bottomless abyss."

Just you wait, we would meet again.

A deviation had already appeared in the general trend of events. Chinande, who was originally not supposed to come back at this time, had actually returned now…