Chapter 1446 Ancient Secrets
With the aid of a local, Greem’s conquest beca a lot easier.
For the fire creatures that had lived here for millions of years, the Fifth Grade Greem was no different than a god of fire. No matter how they struggled or resisted, there was no way they could change the inevitable result.
Greem’s overwhelming power was the key that guaranteed the successful execution of his will!
Taking down Lasbes was like pushing down the first domino tile. He was able to snowball and conquer a sizeable territory within the region. However, the fire creatures did not have much ambition, much less the dreams to conquer the entirety of the Fire Elentium Plane.
A Fifth Grade Fire King like Groms, for instance, conquered a good territory and enslaved so of the nearby fire creatures to serve as slaves. That was enough. There was no need to spend too much ti making all the fire lords submit to him.
The Fire Elentium Plane was a classic ultra-sized planar world. It was a dozen tis the size of a large planar world like the World of Adepts.
The upper limit of power between the two worlds was also very far apart.
The World of Adepts could only contain individuals of Fourth Grade and below, while the limit of power in the Fire Elentium Plane was Seventh Grade. That ant one was very likely to run into fearso Seventh Grade fire creatures within the Fire Elentium Plane.
Greem was little more than an ant before such powerful beings!
Still, as a Fifth Grade fire adept, Greem would not hold back when it ca to himself. He picked carefully and chose a special place for his residence. It was a place called the Molten Altar.
It was said that the Molten Altar was once the passageway to the kingdom of a certain powerful Fire Hierarch. However, sothing happened that resulted in the death of this Fire Hierarch. The holy fire burning on the Molten Altar was extinguished along with him.
Even so, the holy power that lingered around the Molten Altar had yet to fully dissipate after millions of years. Everyone who worshipped flas did not dare to approach the Molten Altar.
As an outsider, Greem did not have the sa fear and respect that was engraved in the soul consciousness of the fire creatures. After much pondering, it seed like the Molten Altar was the only place on Groms’ map that matched Greem’s identity as a Fifth Grade.
Greem brought the Emberweb broodmother along with him. On the sixty-eighth day since his arrival, they reached the Molten Altar.
It was a silent and desolate land.
Even with Greem’s trendous and pervasive Spirit, he could not sense any souls or life in this area.
It was almost as if the place had been cursed. Even the scorched and withered earth and the hot winds blowing dust into the air seed to carry a mysterious weight.
The winds howled, the fires rumbled, and the ground itself seed to be crying..
Emberwb Broodmother Lasbes imdiately stopped walking upon arriving here. An expression of fear and respect appeared on her ugly face.
“Master, better not choose this place! I...I can sll the sll of grudge and death here. Even high-grade creatures like ourselves will be inflicted with sothing bad if we stay here too long,” Lasbes advised hesitantly.
Greem did not reply. He simply stood on the spot and assessed this land silently.
He could see stretches of mountains rising and falling in every direction from where he was. Black smoke rolled above the towering volcanoes, and the scarlet flash of the lava illuminated the skies, causing it to appear dark-red and black.
There was a relatively flat plain amid all the volcanoes. At the center of the plain was a crescent-shaped lava lake about ten kiloters long. The Molten Altar was located within the crook of the curved lake.
The altar was unusually large and majestic, surrounded by giant hundred-ter-tall stone pillars. At the center of the structure was a four-tiered stone altar. A strange stone platform sat at the very top.
Due to its age, the altar was exceedingly old and was falling apart.
The stone carvings and decorations on the altar were crumbling. Even most of the stone pillars had collapsed entirely, leaving behind only foundations asuring two to three ters in height.
For so reason, strange images flashed through Greem’s mind when he saw the ancient ruins before him.
The entire sky and earth were crimson. A thousand-ter-tall portal of light stood at the center of the plain. The Molten Altar burned with a glassy, purple fire in front of that portal.
Fire creatures from all over crowded the plain. They were of different species and grades, but they had the sa fervor on their faces. They prayed zealously near the purple fire on the altar, guided by nurous fire priests.
Every so often, a strong light would erupt from the purple fire, casting a purple glow on one of the believers.
Whenever the purple glow appeared, the crowd would erupt into thunderous cheering. The prayers of the believers would grow louder and louder. Everyone watched enviously as the believer clad in purple light slowly walked up the altar and vanished through the portal.
Every ti this happened, the atmosphere would rise even further and closer to the point of total ignition.
All the believers beca even more zealous and fervent, hoping that they would beco the next one to be chosen.
Passing through the portal...entering the kingdom of the god...rging completely with the origin fire.
For so reason, this mysteriously intense wish infected Greem’s ntal consciousness as well. Even he wanted to kneel down and pray before the Molten Altar.
[Beep. Detecting the intrusion of a mysterious foreign will. Please stay alert.
[Beep. Detecting that Host has been enchanted. Principle defenses are activating now.]
The next second, the two principle lights shrouding Greem’s body clashed and sent sparks into the air. A golden barrier instantly engulfed his hundred-ter-tall body.
With the golden barrier protecting him, the unknown emotion that had reached across ti was abruptly dispelled.
Greem shivered. When he ca to his senses, the vision before him had faded. The land returned to its forr desolate appearance.
“Chip, what’s going on? What happened to just now?” Greem asked solemnly.
[Beep. Detecting an unusual Spirit fluctuation forcefield in the region. Initial estimates suggest this is so sort of spaceti rewind to the ancient tis. Suggesting that Host increase ntal defenses!]
Spirit fluctuation forcefield?
Spaceti rewind?
Greem thought to himself. He couldn’t help but beco more curious about the Molten Altar standing at the edge of his sight.
Judging from his vision earlier, a powerful fire creature resembling a god had appeared in the Fire Elentium Plane millions of years ago. He had forged a powerful god kingdom of fire and left the Molten Altar here as a passageway to the kingdom for selected believers.
A god of the Fire Elentium Plane.
If such an individual did exist, they would be thousands of tis stronger than the World of Gods’ fire gods. The reason for it was simple. The number of believers and zealots was not even on the sa level.
Most gods from the World of Gods were reliant on a single material plane. However, no matter the number of intelligent creatures there, it could not possibly compare to an elentium plane. Moreover, elentium creatures were beings with simplistic thoughts and few demands. They were not like intelligent lifeforms of other worlds, with complex thoughts and unending greed.
If a fire god did appear in the Fire Elentium Plane, he could have as many zealots as he desired. That was a far better scenario than fighting for believers in the various material worlds.
However, according to Greem’s understanding, the most powerful individuals in the Fire Elentium Plane were no more than Eighth Grade Fire Hierarchs. He had never heard of a fire god from this world whose power lay in faith.
It seed like it was impossible for a true Elentium Ruler to be born among the elentium creatures!
It was said that this too had sothing to do with the Titans.
Greem had co across conjectures by other adepts when reading ancient records found in Zhentarim. These conjectures proposed that the four elentium planes were where the fundantal particles of the multiverse were most plentiful, as well as the source of all supernatural powers in the material worlds.
To avoid an excessively powerful individual rising from within the four major elentium planes and cutting off elentium supply to the material worlds, the Titans would patrol the elentium worlds every so often. They would exterminate any powerful individual who had a chance of becoming an Elentium Ruler.
Despite the countless elentium beings and vast lands of the four major elentium worlds, the most powerful individuals were only Eighth Grade Elentium Hierarchs. Ninth Grade Elentium Rulers had never been born.
This was the fundantal reason behind the shadows!
That ant the fallen Fire Hierarch here must have been a peak Eighth Grade existence. He must have been too powerful and was attacked by the Titans. His god kingdom then fell apart, and his altar was destroyed.
Even after millions of years, this Molten Altar retained a portion of its strange powers from ancient tis. It could drag people into a sort of spiritual illusion that provided glimpses into ancient secrets.
Greem had managed to break free of the illusion earlier. What would have happened if he didn’t manage to do so?
Greem hesitated for a mont and asked gravely, “Lasbes, what have you heard of this Molten Altar? Are there any taboos here?”
Emberweb Broodmother Lasbes crouched behind Greem. She looked at the altar in the distance fearfully as she said in a trembling voice, “No native creature of the Fire Elentium Plane would ever approach the Molten Altar of their own accord. Rather, it’s the outsiders that always seem to be attracted by the altar. They are always drawn in sohow.”
“Do outsiders often go missing here?”
“Yes! Many outsiders disappear after they get close to the altar. No one knows where they go. However, the more reliable sources say,” At this, Lasbes couldn’t help but lower her voice, “Their souls were taken away by the dead Fire Hierarch to be used as energy for a revival. As for the truth of these rumors, I have no idea!”
A Fire Hierarch plotting a revival...that was shockingly major news!
Greem couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.
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