Chapter 371 369-Peggy
The dark red mist swirled around Richard, with streaks of light flowing within it.
Ethan's heart stirred, and with a burst of energy from his hands, he conjured a whirlwind that scattered the black and red fog.
His eyes narrowed sharply as he saw what lay behind Richard.
Behind Richard was a mysterious Magic Circle.
This Circle was composed of layers of intricate runes, each flickering with a dim, purple light.
The runes intertwined with each other, forming mysterious patterns that resembled a twisted tapestry.
These runes and patterns emitted a powerful mana, exerting an irresistible allure.
The Magic Circle clung to Richard's soul like a leech, stubbornly latching onto it.
It was as if his soul was bound by an invisible rope, rendering escape impossible.
Strange energies emanated from the Magic Circle, continuously scorching Richard's soul. Wisps of blue smoke rose from his head.
The whipping and scorching of the soul were so intense that Ethan shuddered at the mere thought of the agony.
What in the world was this?
Ethan's brows furrowed deeply. Richard's wails persisted, even stirring the entire Mother-Child Wraith Tree.
The tree's trunk began to tremble, as if enduring immense pain.
Its branches twisted and deformed, emitting shrill, piercing screams like the cries of torn souls.
The leaves started to blacken, giving off the scent of charred matter.
Every leaf shrieked sharply as they burned, as if being devoured by flames.
The life of the Mother-Child Wraith Tree seemed inextricably linked to Richard's suffering.
The more Richard endured, the more the tree seemed to share in his agony.
The roots of the Mother-Child Wraith Tree began to tremble, as if enduring unbearable pain.
They delved deep into the earth, connected to the souls of the deceased.
As these souls were scorched, the tree felt a similar torment. Its roots started to fracture, emitting a series of mournful wails.
The entire Mother-Child Wraith Tree appeared to be tortured by an invisible force, its pain resonating throughout the forest.
A cold, ominous air pervaded, filling Ethan with an endless sense of fear and despair.
Around the Mother-Child Wraith Tree, the spirits of infants began to howl.
Their faces were etched with boundless sorrow and fear, their eyes hollow and lifeless, conveying deep despair.
Tears slid silently from their eyes, a muted sorrow as if forgotten by the world.
The spirits of the infants trembled, emitting faint moans.
Countless infant Wraiths clustered around the Mother-Child Wraith Tree, their soft cries merging into a haunting chorus.
The wails of the infants echoed throughout the forest.
The sky darkened in response, the forest becoming a shadowy expanse.
The air around grew oppressively heavy, as if an invisible force weighed upon Ethan's heart.
His heart felt as if it were being clenched, struggling for breath.
Even the terror of ghostly apparitions seemed trivial compared to this moment.
Ethan stepped back slightly, unsure of what to do next.
Lana and Daphne approached Ethan, their eyes fixed on Richard's contorted face in agony, trembling as they asked:
"What's happening?"
Ethan's throat moved as he swallowed hard and said, "I wanted to liberate Richard's soul, but an unknown force planted in him has been awoken. Now, this force is fully active."
"What should we do now?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure what this force intends, but it seems to be related to the Mother-Child Wraith Tree."
As he spoke, the Mother-Child Wraith Tree underwent another transformation. Its branches swayed, causing the entire space to shudder.
Ghastly energy surged towards the heavens, turning the already grey sky into a dark and profound expanse.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky, blinking like an eye, then abruptly enlarging.
Ethan stepped back sharply. This was no mere light; it was clearly an enormous eye.
A massive eye that seemed to occupy the entire cosmos, as if a gigantic deity lay upon the universe, observing the lives of various races on planets.
This eye, like two mysterious, luminous planets, radiated immensely powerful energy waves.
It was vast and boundless, seemingly able to encompass all of the universe.
The eye appeared to be made up of countless twinkling stars.
These stars shimmered like diamonds, radiating a dazzling and colorful light.
As this pair of eyes gazed upon Ethan, he felt an indescribable power.
Fear, submission, awe...
In the presence of this colossal eye, Ethan felt as insignificant as a grain of sand.
At that moment, a voice emerged from an unknown direction:
"Ha ha ha, Peggy, you've finally come out."
The figures had yet to appear, but their voices had already arrived.
After a long wait, three figures swept across the sky from the horizon.
Ethan, with his top-tier strength, could see them clearly despite their high altitude.
The man leading the trio was tall and imposing, with a muscular physique.
His muscles were as solid as steel, each fiber brimming with endless strength.
His face had deep, resolute features, and his thick black hair cascaded over broad shoulders, exuding a wild charm.
His eyes sparkled with a sharp brilliance, as if they could see through everything. His skin, tanned bronze by the sun, radiated a sunny aura.
He was clad in a magnificent battle robe, embroidered with mysterious runes and patterns, which held its own against the immense eye in the sky.
Beside him was a woman with a graceful figure and a face of captivating beauty.
Her long hair, waterfall-like, cascaded down to her waist, smooth and fragrant.
Her eyes, bright as stars, twinkled with wisdom and mystery.
Her skin was as white and delicate as snow, soft and smooth, seemingly as light as an angel's feather.
Her lips, full and rosy, curved into an enticing, sweet smile.
She wore a splendid long dress, the hem flowing like clouds, highlighting her incredibly elegant demeanor.
Although her dress bore no visible patterns, Ethan could sense a profound, restrained power of deity in it.
This garment might well be a divine artifact that had been awakened!
Ethan was startled by his own thoughts.
Among divine artifacts, garments were exceedingly rare, for crafting such artifacts was immensely difficult.
If one had the opportunity to create a divine artifact, it would typically be a weapon to enhance combat abilities.
Why would anyone invest such a precious opportunity in clothing? It seemed almost a waste.
Beside the woman stood a man with handsome features and an extraordinary aura.
His eyebrows were long and thick, slightly upturned, conveying a sense of confidence and pride.
His eyes were deep and dark, as if hiding endless secrets.
His nose was straight and well-formed, exuding an air of nobility.
His lips were thin and firmly closed, radiating a sense of aloofness and detachment.
He had a tall and well-proportioned physique, with muscles that were sleek and powerful.
What caught Ethan's attention most was the black, magnificent battle armor he wore, shimmering with a cold light.
This armor was also unique, imbued with a rich power of deity that inspired awe.
Who were these three individuals, each seemingly a master in their own right?
They were clad in divine artifacts of the garment variety, a caliber of strength Ethan had never encountered before.
Additionally, was this enormous eye in the sky, Peggy?
A voice descended from the clouds, melodious and soothing like the music of the heavens.
Each syllable was filled with warmth and strength, seeming to penetrate the depths of the soul and stir the heart.
"Julius, why do you persist in clinging to me? Do you truly wish for a battle to the death?"
Even in anger, this voice carried the warmth of a spring breeze.
Hearing this beautiful voice, Ethan was struck by a strange notion.
Peggy must have been wronged; Julius and his companions were the villains.
The man addressed as Julius spoke, the burly, muscular leader of the trio:
"Peggy, there's a reason you reside in the Deityforsaken Land. Now that your power has grown, do you intend to breach the covenant we all signed?"
"I have not. I have told you to give me some time. I will voluntarily hand over the 'Primordial Light' to you."
Primordial Light? Ethan's eyebrows rose; it sounded immensely powerful.
"Wait some time," Julius' mouth curled up, his eyes filled with disdain, "Do you think I don't know your plans? You're just waiting for the primal to heal your body, and then to return as an Ancient Deity, right?"
Ancient Deity, another one!
Ethan felt increasingly astounded, sensing something amiss.
Aneropo was also one of the Ancient Deities, yet he was as weak as an infant.
Now, facing Aneropo, Ethan was confident that without Lana's help, he could send Aneropo into a deep slumber.
But Peggy was also an Ancient Deity, so why so powerful?
A single eye dominating the sky - how immense must their true form be?
Could it be that within the ranks of Ancient Deities, the levels of strength were immensely varied?
Peggy, clearly struck by Julius' words, remained silent for a long time before responding in a pale tone:
"Then I am willing to hand over the 'Primordial Light' to you. Please refrain from attacking me."
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