Chapter 869: Chapter 553: Journey to Fusang, Shin Kill and Muramasa_3
However, if you look closely, you’ll notice it has an additional grayish-white color beyond that of a rainbow, and its trajectory appears more snake-like, twisting and turning.
It stretches across the entire visible sky, one end connected to the airspace of Great Xia, while the other winds off, disappearing into the distant east.
"Is this the shortcut to Fusang?"
Vishdair gazed at the spectacle before him and couldn’t help but smack his lips: "If there’s something like this, why would it get cut off?"
"It’s simple... because this thing is more unstable than the Star Track. Without protection from a being above level sixty and without a Divine Artifact Level protective item, entering it means death."
"Moreover, storage items that aren’t of a sufficient level will definitely break, making it unsuitable for transport, ultimately making the water and air routes more favorable."
"..."
Lin Guang continued, gazing at this rainbow bridge, suddenly casting a contemplative look.
At this moment, the principal’s speculations were churning in his mind, making him ponder the various possibilities.
—If something unusual really happened in Fusang, then...
The next moment, Finn Xi’s voice came through: "Boss, over at the [Tower of Babel]..."
She seemed to have a point to make.
Lin Guang snapped back and looked at her, nodding: "We’ve already dealt with it, it will be coming along next."
Nearby, Su Yue took a deep breath.
The tall figure spread his arms wide, the Dragon Patterns on his hands opened their eyes, and the two magic dragons residing in him fully awakened, their pairs of golden vertical pupils exuding a grim malice, spreading across his arms.
Dragon Scales emerged on his arms, and dragon horns grew from his forehead. His well-defined fingers clenched one by one into two fists.
Then...
His two fists collided fiercely in front of his chest.
The bodies of the two magic dragons intertwined at the point where his fists connected, and then emitted a dragon roar that seemed capable of shaking the heavens and earth in the endless high altitude.
Roar!!!!
Domain expansion —
[Thousand Strikes Tempering].
A blood-red aura filled with masculine power soared into the sky, swirling into a sphere, not expanding fully but rather acting on a protective layer, enclosing the group, while pressing onto the rainbow.
Remyu suddenly embraced Lin Guang tightly from behind.
Her heart was racing, as if thrilled yet also filled with an apprehensive longing close to home.
Su Yue said loudly, "Let’s go!"
The group immediately stepped onto the rainbow bridge.
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Fusang.
Sekigahara.
Even in the remote, secluded wilderness, a place once so desolate that even Spirit Beasts were scarce, had now been swept over by a beast tide.
However, at this moment.
A basin in the center of a hill.
The area was filled with jagged rocks resembling uneven teeth, yet also seemed like countless tombstones standing erect.
At this time, thousands of Spirit Beasts already lay dead across the wilderness, the beast tide halted like meeting a reef, unable to advance.
The sunlight bore down, rotting bodies spread a stench akin to a mortal Purgatory.
A man clad in a vivid red [Ninja] costume from Fusang fictional works sat cross-legged on the tallest stone, undisturbed.
His face was obscured by a mask and hood, his features indistinguishable.
Only the complex and enigmatic words for [Ninja] and [Kill], filled with unimaginable murderous intent, were visible to the left and right of his mask.
[Ninja Kill]!
The ninja, to be slain!
Under the direct sunlight, his shadow twisted like a malevolent ghost, exuding a chilling murderous aura.
Yet at this very moment.
His shadow’s twisting suddenly stalled, as if sensing something, the man opened his eyes to gaze at the sky.
—Something is coming.
......
In the dim room.
The outwardly sullen, drowsy-looking man suddenly sat up straight.
"Muramasa."
Behind him, there was an immediate electronic response.
"Lord Jingming, I am here."
A gigantic red spider seemingly comprised of armor and blades, its eyes flashed with an emotional glow.
In a low voice, the man questioned, "Did you feel it? Something is approaching."
"Perhaps the opportunity I’ve been waiting for is truly coming."
"Muramasa, contact Manfred for me..."
He abruptly corrected himself: "No, it should be [Nakamura]."
...
In the vast, dark hall.
Countless eyes filled with uncontrollable reverence were fixed on their leader.
He was a thin man, yet seated upon a large throne, crowned, and a white cloth fell from the crown, covering his face, a large eye depicted above.
At this moment, he too raised his head, penetrating the dim hall, looking towards the sky.
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