??Chapter 1162: Chapter 1149: Phoenix King Eagle Breaks Free
Chapter 1162: Chapter 1149: Phoenix King Eagle Breaks Free
“Isn’t that so?”
Recalling how his grandfather had dealt with the Desolate Evil God, Muria wanted to retort, but he held back. He already knew whether the Epic Titans were truly war-crazed or not, and saw no need for debate.
“Right, there’s another thing!” Muria suddenly rembered sothing, “Can I only go to wander the Void alone?”
“What? You want to take the little girl Michaela with you? Even if you’re willing, I bet Old Aludiba wouldn’t agree, right? If you really plan on it, do you believe that old man would dare to co charging at you, ready to fight to the death?”
“Of course not,” Muria suppressed his yet to sprout idea; his power had already touched the threshold set by the Epic Titans which forbade the use of Sky Demon Secret Art.
However, the Blazing Sky God Race had not issued any related bans, and Michaela’s power was far inferior to his. She still needed to keep reincarnating, amassing the foundation befitting an epic. It was absolutely impossible for her to roam the Void with him.
“Can’t I find a companion?”
“No.” Dimos replied to Muria very directly, “Your parents, that is Ansol and the girl Atris, they were among the first to use the legendary secret techniques of the Epics. Right now, they haven’t even reached the Pseudo-realm, far from eting the standards to travel the Void, so only you can go alone.”
“Eh, so, among all the beings in the Erathia World that use the Sky Demon Secret Art, I’m the strongest?” Muria pointed to himself incredulously.
While he was fairly confident in his own abilities, he also knew his limits. After all, he was being compared with the elites of the other three races. Not to ntion anyone else, even his own parents were not far behind him.
“Heh, it seems you still lack the self-awareness of being the strongest,” Dimos chuckled.
“It’s just being the strongest among this generation of legendary users of the Sky Demon Secret Technique. Indeed, I don’t feel it. If one day I beco the strongest in Erathia, then there’s no need for you to remind .”
“The strongest in Erathia?” Hearing Muria’s words, Dimos laughed out loud, unsure whether he laughed at Muria’s brazen ignorance or at his grand aspirations, “You really dare to say it.”
“Just saying it, what’s there to be afraid of? Is it strange that I have the idea to beco the strongest?” Muria asked back with a solemn expression. He didn’t find his thoughts to be strange at all.
“Hmm, that’s not strange. However, I hope that your ideas are not rely ideas, but that you take them as goals to pursue and act on them.”
In regard to Muria’s thoughts, Dimos expressed an approving and supportive attitude. Such goals, regardless of whether they could be achieved, would certainly bring substantial gains even if they ended in failure.
“I know.”
“Speaking of which, there might not be anyone among the three races to accompany you, but beyond the three races, there are choices,”
Dimos looked down upon the world below, or rather at the World Barrier shimring with the dim Light of Law, “For example, the Phoenix King Eagle that you left in Xena Pus, having it accompany you to wander in the Void would be a fine choice.”
“Hm?” Muria looked at his grandfather bewildered, not recalling when he had ever shared the agreent he had with the Phoenix King Eagle to anyone else.
“Why are you looking at
like that? Is it strange that I know this information?”
“Only the Phoenix King Eagle and I know about this. I don’t rember telling anyone, and if I’m not mistaken, that Phoenix King Eagle should still be in a Sleeping State. Even if it has awakened, it wouldn’t have talked much with others.”
“It depends on who it is. I was bored so ti ago, so I went to Xena Pus to see my great-grandson. Then that little white bird sensed my presence, awakened on its own, and communicated with .”
“…So, grandfather, what did you talk about with it?”
“I didn’t say much. When it sensed my connection with you, it asked
to remind you not to forget your promise with it.”
“I haven’t forgotten!” Muria too looked downward at Erathia, only able to see a vague white light. The World Barrier blocked any peering eyes from outside the Void trying to look inside.
“I always rember the agreent I made with it.”
“Then go fulfill it. I see that little white bird is quite anxious as well,” he said.
“Although I’ve ascended to be an epic, I don’t have a single drop of source power in my hands. How can I fulfill the agreent?” Muria said sowhat helplessly.
At the dawn of Erathia’s birth, to quell the turbulent world, six ancestral, official Giant Beasts erged accordingly, but rethinking them was out of the question—unless the world was destroyed, those six Legendary Beasts would absolutely never leave the world.
Of course, if the world were destroyed, these six Legendary Beasts would surely die before its ruin. Their existence was bound to the world, for better or for worse.
However, even though these six giant beasts owned the world’s strongest power, as living creatures, they possessed the instinct to reproduce, and so they procreated their own offspring.
But even after millions of years, the descendants of these six clans of Legendary Beasts were pitifully scarce in number; even combined, the six different kinds of Legendary Beasts did not amount to triple digits.
Moreover, most of the Legendary Beasts, just like their progenitors, were in a Sleeping State, with only a very few becoming active during special periods.
The reason the Legendary Beasts slumbered was that the world was simply too boring for them. The world of Elasia was vast indeed, but even the most expansive world becos small to those born with endless lifespans, eventually seen in its entirety.
Though the world bored them, almost none of the Legendary Beasts entertained the thought of leaving. Thus, having seen all the world’s splendors, they one by one entered a state of slumber. But there are always exceptions.
At so unknown ti, a phoenix king, possessing the ultimate speed of the world, looked up at the sky and, for the first ti, beca curious about what lay beyond. Naturally, this led to the desire to see what existed outside the world.
But the power they were born with also shackled them just as tightly; no matter how fast they were, they could not fly out of the world, which, for them, was like an inescapable cage.
“As my grandson, you’re actually worrying about source power? Now that sounds like a huge joke.”
At this mont, a voice tinged with self-mockery rang out, as Muria watched streams of radiant light ascending from the world below, coalescing into the form of an opulently dressed Dragon People matriarch. In appearance, she seed a perfect match for Dimos, who was standing in his Dragon People form beside Muria.
“Grandmother Yarista.” Muria affectionately called out upon seeing this Dragon Elder, for he was well aware that his grandmother was now recognized as the number one tycoon of the Elasia world.
The reason was nothing else but the abundance of source power in her hands. With the Heavenly Demon Secret Techniques brought back from the Void, her supply of source power was now so vast that she couldn’t exhaust it for the ti being.
“Hmm, my good grandson, tell ! How much source power do you need? You na the amount,” Yarista said magnanimously, her presence exuding an air of grandeur that Muria greatly envied.
“Cough, there’s no need for all that complexity, I’ve accidentally let slip to a few other Epic Titans already,” Dimos interjected with a cough as Muria pondered whether to ask his Dragon Elder grandmother for so source power.
“…” At Dimos’s words, Muria’s face showed an expression of speechlessness.
“So just wait, it won’t be long before that little white bird will naturally fly up to you. After all, of all the creatures beyond this world, it is closest to you. If it were to seek shelter, it would definitely co to you first.”
…
“The world remains as desolate as ever!”
The man, or rather the Titan, silently observed the barren and lifeless land before him. He could see the Hurricane sweeping through the distant skies, rendering everything it touched a gray monotone, which could depress the spirit of anyone who watched for too long.
“Father, are you looking at the wastelands again? What’s so interesting about them?” At that mont, a clear and handso voice ca from behind the Titan.
“That’s where I once called ho, where the past I rember lies buried,” the Titan lanted with a sigh.
“But now it’s just a wasteland, and besides, Father, you’re looking in the wrong direction,” said the Dragon person who had walked up beside the Titan, aloofly. Judging solely by their appearances, one wouldn’t think they were related, but their speech and mannerisms depicted an unmistakably close father-son relationship.
“Mind your own business,” the Titan glared at his Dragon son sternly.
“I’ve co to call you ho.”
“I’ll go back after a while.”
“Ah!” Seeing his father still fixated on the wasteland, the Dragon son sighed resignedly, then turned around. Before him unfolded a vibrant vista— towering Divine Trees, undulating Mountains, and the clear, bright rivers and lakes… a scene teeming with life.
This view stood in stark contrast to the desolation behind him; one side paradise, the other Hell, and he stood right at the convergence of both.
He was well accustod to such sights; not far from where he stood was an invisible wall that kept his domain separated from the lifeless desolation beyond.
“The Giant Chief, as well as the Dragons, have said that the great Sovereign will soon make the world outside as vibrant as where we are now. But how soon is ‘soon’? How much longer must we wait?”
Just as the Dragon was reflecting on his father’s voice, which sounded almost like a soliloquy, a nearly mad laughter rang in his ear,
“Hahaha! The world is changing; it’s going to be restored!”
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