NovelEnglishChapter 817 Shattered Golden Elixir Field
“It’s a miracle that lunatic’s body didn’t explode after being hit by such terrifying lightning!” someone exclaimed
in astonishment.
“From the moment he stepped into the fifth layer of the Thundercloud Marsh, his extraordinary abilities were
evident. It's as if he’s under divine protection, frequently managing to evade the lightning attacks. Regrettably,
he brought about his own downfall, insisting on venturing into the innermost layer.”
“Indeed, it's a miracle. However, even the greatest miracle probably can’t save his life—"
This person was mid-sentence when they abruptly stopped speaking. Their eyes widened tically, as if their
eyeballs were about to pop out.
It wasn’t just him. The others around him also wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
They assumed that although Emrys‘ body hadn't disintegrated into dust, which was a miracle in itself, the
terrifying lightning strike he had endured probably shattered his soul.
There was absolutely no chance of survival.
However, what was astonishing was that under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Emrys, who was on the
ground, surprisingly managed to slowly push himself up to a sitting position after a brief pause.
This scene was so surreal, it was almost like seeing a ghost.
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How tenacious is that lunatic?
Everyone was stunned into silence.
After pulling himself up from the ground, Emrys took a moment to assess the changes in his body.
The mesmerizing sapphire-blue orb known as the Soul Cloak Stone, lay quietly in the palm of his hand. Its icy
coolness surged up his arm, washing over his body tand again, helping to alleviate the discomfort he felt
after being struck by the lightning.
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At the stime, Emrys felt as though something extra had materialized within his mind.
It was a crimson sea.
In the heart of the ocean, a blood-red orb was suspended, which was none other than the Soul Smelting
Bloodstone.
Spiritual Sea!
A concept had suddenly sprung into Emrys‘ mind, likely a piece of information passed on to him by the
Soul Smelting Bloodstone.
Before, Emrys only knew Psychokinesis, much like the Telepathic Formation he had drawn. It was a protective
measure for friars and a technique that many spirit formation masters had to cultivate.
This technique was something that Athos had passed on to Emrys. Its effectiveness was limited, and it couldn't
be used as a means of attack.
However, at that moment, the Spiritual Sea that had appeared in Emrys’ mind was a higher level of existence
than mere thoughts. It could not only be used to depict formations but also to launch attacks.
It was similar to the soul energy of the ghost clan:
All of these were the gifts bestowed upon Emrys by Stein.
It would be an understatement to say that Emrys was excited.
However, when Emrys becaware of the situation within his elixir field, his face suddenly turned ashen.
His golden elixir field had shattered.
Only a few fake elixir fields remained. These were the ones that appeared in Emrys’ elixir field after he had
imparted the Nameless Divine Art to Caylie and the others. He would not touch them lightly.
In the place where Emrys’ original golden elixir field had once resided was a hazy red cloud. Faint flashes of
lightning could be seen within, reminiscent of a condensed version of the thundercloud that hovered above the
gray mist.
Could it be that the lightning he encountered earlier had somehow transformed his elixir field?
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Emrys could only understand it this way.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for only his golden elixir field to shatter while the surrounding fake
elixir fields, revolving like miniature planets, remained perfectly
intact.
Regardless of the reasons that led to this, since it had occurred, there had to be a rationale behind it.
Everything that existed had a reason.
Thus, Emrys accepted the change with calm composure.
Collecting his emotions, Emrys rose to his feet and began his journey back. He traversed from the sixth layer of
the Thundercloud Marsh through the fifth and fourth layers until he finally returned to the stable third layer on
the outside.
Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single bolt of lightning had struck him.
Just as it was when he had entered, it was as if divine intervention was at play
The crowd outside had long since been petrified, at a loss for words to express their emotions. Only one word
remained in their minds: Bizarre!
It was truly bizarre!
If they were to relay everything they saw today back to Ameera, chances were she would think they were pulling
her leg.
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