"There’s a chance to recruit a Druid."
Shawn pondered for a mont and thought, "No one is better at creating an inner-plane ecology than a Druid on the Path of Nature."
Moreover, the Druid’s ’Fertility’ domain can turn a half-plane into a grain production base at any ti.
The night passed in silence.
After establishing the half-plane, Shawn was ready to leave Abyss City.
He now had three bases: a tower in Abyss City, the Underground City in the Deep Pit Mine, and the half-plane he had developed; he could teleport back at any ti if sothing happened.
"The next step is to return to the real world of Dorne."
"Even if I can’t obtain the entire inheritance, I must find a way to extract a part of it."
"And also Sealed Object No. 1."
In Shawn’s plan, Sealed Object No. 1 was crucial; the Spirit Crystal Servant could not et his computational needs. Sealed Object No. 1 was an existence at the Angel Rank, with power equivalent to an Ancient Evil. Without obtaining it, he hadn’t truly reclaid his inheritance.
Shawn began preparing life-saving Teleportation Waypoints, with three positions in total: Abyss City, the half-plane, and the Underground City.
Just as he was busy preparing for his journey, the long-absent Aemon also returned to Abyss City.
In a magnificent palace, the obsidian pillars on both sides were engraved with reliefs of blood battles. On the do was a sinister Balrog Fla Demon, wielding a burning Giant Sword, commanding an endless army of demons, standing before a deep darkness like an unfathomable Well of Darkness.
Aemon sat casually on the throne, looking at the transford Shawn in front of him, seemingly very satisfied with his creation. He said lightly, "Ready to leave?"
After the Path of Destiny opened, he no longer restricted Shawn’s actions.
Shawn nodded calmly, "Yes."
Aemon sat up straight, gazed at Shawn, and said slowly, "You will bring back the third Door Key, right?"
At this mont, Aemon’s tone was more serious than ever, his eyes seemingly penetrating Shawn’s soul.
"I will," Shawn said solemnly, "but at least you have to tell what you plan to do."
"The teacher says your mouth is full of lies!"
"Deceiver—Aemon!"
Hearing Shawn’s words, Aemon couldn’t help but laugh heartily. Clapping his hands, he laughed, "Is that what Lady Hecate said about ?"
Aemon’s expression gradually beca serious, and he gazed at Shawn, saying slowly, "I’m heading to Mark City."
Detect Lies was ineffective against Aemon, and Reading Thoughts could not penetrate his ntal Barrier.
At this mont, Shawn could only rely on himself to judge whether Aemon’s words were true or false. After a long ti, he said softly, "So, it really is the power of the Door Path."
"Do you really think the Door Path can change all this?"
Aemon stood up, turned his back to Shawn, and gazed at the distant starry sky, saying lightly, "At least the Door Path can bring a slight change to the world, and for a long ti, I’ve always felt that Mark City is calling ."
Shawn remained silent.
After an unknown amount of ti, Aemon turned and looked at him, smiling sowhat playfully, and said slowly, "I have a gift to leave you."
Strands of silvery-white light appeared, then transford into a blood-red True Na rune. It was a complicated and profound Power Law, incomprehensible even to Shawn now, containing a trace of the Demigod’s Extraordinary Essence, representing the authority of the Abyssal Lord over the paths of Demon, Devil, and Evil Demon.
Shawn was shocked and asked, "What is this?"
Aemon smiled mysteriously and said, "Aemon."
"My True Na!"
This was the True Na Law of the Abyssal Lord.
The authority of the Three Paths of Purgatory, a product condensed by Aemon with the Demigod Format.
Shawn incredulously stared at Aemon and slowly asked, "You’re giving the True Na Law of the Abyssal Lord?"
Aemon nodded calmly, "Yes."
"After I leave, you’ll have to face those old Demigod-level enemies directly. They’re very stubborn, obstinate, and ruthless."
"With my True Na, you can at least confront them head-on; if you can’t defeat them, you might still find a chance to escape."
"Lady Hecate has too many enemies, and she may not be able to protect you all the ti."
Aemon gently raised his hand, and the demon True Na, engraved with countless blood-red runes, fell into Shawn’s palm. He said calmly, "Don’t rely too much on its power; you can only activate the Abyssal Lord’s authority of the Three Paths of Purgatory three tis."
"Once my leftover power is exhausted, it can only be used to summon Purgatory creatures."
Warrior, Mage, Wanderer.
The mont Shawn touched the demon True Na, he imdiately perceived the Extraordinary Origin of the three core paths. Aemon’s power was very complex, possessing the Root Source Law of the Warlock and also integrating and transforming the power of the Three Paths of Purgatory.
At this mont, Shawn even suspected that Aemon might be much stronger than Lady Hecate!
Aemon had never exerted his full strength.
Shawn tightly held the True Na Law manifested in reality and murmured, "You gave your True Na? What will you be called in the future?"
Aemon thought for a mont and lightly laughed, clapping his hands, "Right. After accepting its power, you’ll be called Aemon."
"As for , I’ll be called Naless from now on."
Naless?!
After handing over the True Na of the Abyssal Lord to Shawn, Aemon beca a person without a na.
He gazed at the endless starry sky in the distance and said calmly, "In fact, I’ve never really rembered mories of my past life. For a long ti, I’ve been losing my mory."
Reviews
All reviews (0)