"Soul Language, indeed."
Richard once witnessed words he couldn’t recognize yet could still understand in the Nightmare World. The characters on the plaque of the hall shared this sa feature, suggesting they are also Soul Language.
However, this grand hall before him seed quite extraordinary, so why would its plaque display Soul Language that anyone could comprehend?
Normally, the characters on this plaque should be the primary racial language of the Immortal Country Civilization.
"Could it be that the Immortal Country Civilization, much like the Gods Civilization, is a multi-racial, multi-world united civilization?" Richard speculated in his mind.
Apart from this grand hall, there was a cluster of palaces behind it. These palaces, with their intricate carvings and paintings, were extrely magnificent. Yet, for so reason, their architecture gave Richard a sense of déjà vu.
"Why do these palaces resemble the style of the Wild Beastn’s palaces?"
Setting aside his doubts for the mont, Richard said to Bai, "Let’s go in and take a look."
Bai glanced at Xuan Qing Daoist and asked, "Is there any chanism or trap inside these palaces? He asked to go in and check it out."
Xuan Qing Daoist smiled and said, "If it’s just this hall, there aren’t any chanisms or traps. But as for those palaces behind the hall, we never fully explored them back then, so I don’t know if there might be any chanisms or traps inside."
"You didn’t explore the palaces at the back?" Bai exclaid in surprise.
Given that the Rebellion Alliance had not been exterminated back then, this fragnt should have been thoroughly explored already. This was, after all, a fragnt of the Immortal Country, an enticing place even for him.
Xuan Qing Daoist smiled wryly, "We wanted to, but just when we found this place, we were betrayed by a spy without having the chance to explore, losing many comrades.
The survivors, unsure of who the spy was, didn’t dare reveal the location of the Immortal Country Fragnt. My injuries have only recently healed sowhat, so exploring the Immortal Country Fragnt was naturally postponed."
Xuan Qing Daoist’s explanation was reasonable. However, out of caution, Richard opened up a Space Rift, intending to toss a Puppet to Bai.
Yet as he opened the rift, he sensed sothing was amiss.
"Why is the World Barrier so weak here? Could it be that this fragnt hasn’t been fully devoured by the world yet?"
This fragnt had been here for at least ten thousand years. For it not to have been fully devoured over such ti, Richard could only think of one possibility.
"Greedy beings, only devouring the large pieces, leaving the small ones untouched."
Although the world possesses a collective consciousness, it’s different from that of normal living beings. Richard hypothesized that this world accepted the fragnts in a certain sequence.
The Moon Palace fell first, so the world naturally prioritized devouring it. The smaller fragnts that arrived later were temporarily ignored.
A weak World Barrier was a beneficial thing. Though Richard still couldn’t directly step into this world or deploy his army, he could engage in combat across the rift with others.
With his support, Bai’s exploration of the Immortal Country Fragnt would undoubtedly be safe.
Bai, watching the Space Rift that had been open for a while without anything erging, felt perplexed.
"Evil Ghost, why did you open a rift?"
"It’s nothing. You can just go in."
Richard closed the rift and imdiately urged Bai to explore the palace. Bai didn’t think much of it and directly entered the grand hall.
The hall, nad the Firework Hall, had a considerably large interior space. In the center of the main hall stood a bronze tripod.
Bai approached to take a closer look, and Xuan Qing Daoist called from behind, "That’s rely an ordinary tal pot, probably an Immortal’s ceremonial vessel."
However, Richard didn’t trust Xuan Qing Daoist’s judgnt.
Sneakingly opening a subtle Space Rift, Richard’s spiritual power quietly scanned the bronze tripod. To his surprise, he sensed a strong Power of Faith within it. Additionally, within this Power of Faith, he detected an extrely weak consciousness.
When Richard detected this consciousness, it also beca aware of Richard.
"It’s been fifty thousand years, and finally, soone has entered the Firework Hall. I am the Fire Spirit God of the Supre Sect. What on earth has happened outside? Why did imnse terror descend ten thousand years ago, distorting even the Dao Technique?"
The self-proclaid Fire Spirit God of the Supre Sect beca very agitated upon sensing Richard. However, his words only further puzzled Richard.
"This guy doesn’t even know what happened? Could it be that the collapse of this great world happened suddenly?"
Putting aside his doubts for now, Richard imdiately told Bai to pause his steps.
"Boy, don’t proceed; this tripod is a good item."
Bai stopped walking upon hearing this and carefully examined the bronze tripod.
Could this thing be a Dao Artifact?
While Bai was questioning internally, Richard had already begun communicating with the self-proclaid Fire Spirit God of the Supre Sect.
"You may find it hard to believe, but your Supre Sect may have already perished. Even the space you’re in has turned into world fragnts, cast into a native world."
"Native world?"
Fire Spirit God was montarily stunned, then caught on.
"You’re referring to the Wilderness World, aren’t you? So, I have truly arrived in the Wilderness World, which ans I’m a counterpart within the Cosmic Light Fragnt."
The composed deanor of the Fire Spirit God gave Richard an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a unique confidence borne from civilization.
The vast heritage of civilization allows an insignificant mber to surpass a native World Master’s knowledge.
The Cosmic Light Fragnt ntioned by the Fire Spirit God was roughly deduced by Richard, based on its aning, to be the Wizard’s Secret Realm.
This was a reasonable deduction, but unfortunately, it was wrong.
Richard calmly replied, "No, you guessed wrong. The fragnt you are in is not a Secret Realm but an actual fragnt of the world. Because in this Wilderness World, there is more than one fragnt like yours. In one of these fragnts, there is an ’Immortal’ who killed the native world’s World Master.
You should know that the reproduction of Secret Realm Fragnts has its limits. A creature of World Lord Level cannot, under any circumstances, be replicated."
Richard’s words plunged the Fire Spirit God into silence. After a long ti, he spoke with so difficulty, "It might be the cave mansion of so great being."
"Then why has no one co to this great hall all these years? What explanation do you have for the great terror you felt fifty thousand years ago?"
Richard’s words ruthlessly shattered the Fire Spirit God’s fantasy; he knew that there must be a big problem in the world he was in.
"...How should I address you, friend? From which world do you co?"
"My na is Richard, from the Wizard Civilization."
Listening to Richard’s self-introduction, the Fire Spirit God went silent again, seemingly trying to recall if he had heard of the na Wizard. But after thinking for a long ti, he rembered nothing.
"It seems the drift has taken quite far, arriving at another World Community."
The Fire Spirit God’s words were filled with desolation. He had endured in this cauldron for fifty thousand years, only to end up with such a result. The imnse shock further weakened his already fragile consciousness.
After a long ti, the Fire Spirit God spoke, "Friend, you must have co here to seek treasures in this Grotto Heaven."
"Indeed."
"Hehe, I used to find it novel when the youngsters from the Sect ventured into the Grotto Heaven to explore. Never thought I’d beco a treasure being explored one day.
You must have noticed the incense fire on this cauldron of mine, haven’t you, friend?"
"Are you referring to the Power of Faith?"
"Power of Faith? This na indeed reaches the essence. That’s exactly the Power of Faith. I was originally the Fire Spirit God offering incense at the Firework Hall of the Supre Sect, responsible for providing Spiritual Fire and forging Divine Weapons for the Firework Hall.
Now that the Supre Sect has disappeared, as the Supre Sect’s Fire Spirit God, I must pass on its legacy.
If you have a sect power, I am willing to serve under you, continuing to be a Fire Spirit God. All I ask is that you help pass on the Supre Sect’s Refining Technique."
Sect inheritance...
Upon hearing the Fire Spirit God’s request, Richard’s heart was beyond just happiness.
This kind of valuable, well-qualified employee was willing to submit and also wanted to pass on the knowledge he knew through him.
This was sothing that could only happen in dreams.
"I very much welco your joining, sir."
Richard’s affirmation allowed the Fire Spirit God to sigh in relief. Although the price he offered was substantial, the value of an Incense Fire God was equally high. Using the Incense Fire God for sacrificial refinent into an Artifact Spirit or as a Puppet were both excellent uses.
Especially an Incense Fire God with such rich incense fire background; if refined well, creating an Immortal Puppet wouldn’t be a rare matter.
"Thank you, friend, for helping pass on the sect. Do you have a Heavenly Destiny Contract?"
Heavenly Destiny Contract?
Richard pondered, thinking that this should be the Destiny Contract. Tearing a small fragnt from his soul, Richard quickly drew up the Destiny Contract and sent it through the rift.
"Hmm?"
Bai looked astonished at the contract erging from the rift.
Why would an Evil Ghost bring out a contract, could it be that this large cauldron is actually so creature?
But before he could ponder, a rush of crimson-gold fla burst forth from the cauldron. As the flas surged, a terrifying creature appeared, with a tiger’s head, human body, and four arms.
This creature took the contract, glanced at its contents, and then ceremoniously saluted Richard: "Friend, your benevolence is appreciated. I, the Fire Spirit, thank you here."
Having said that, a flaming script appeared on the contract, and alongside it, a line of black tadpole script slowly erged.
A fla rose from the contract, and in the blink of an eye, it was reduced to ashes.
The Fire Spirit God split off a fla, which entered Richard’s laboratory through the rift.
It then returned to the cauldron, which started to shrink and change after his return, finally transforming into a palm-sized small cauldron.
Richard’s voice echoed in Bai’s ears.
"Put this cauldron away. The Divine within has been subdued by . If you encounter trouble in the future, you may ask for his assistance."
"...Huh?"
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