CHAPTER 1324: CHAPTER 212: ERA OF UPHEAVAL (PART 2, 4000)

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"So, Hiliard... since you’ve thrown him to me, should I snuff out this spark and eliminate the potential that might suppress a generation?"

"Forget it. Given my nature, even if I hesitate now, if there’s truly a possibility, I will extinguish it."

"Compared to a sun so dazzling it obscures the stars... I prefer to extinguish the light."

"Even if the night sky today holds no stars, it’s the same."

The black-haired girl sat atop a large gray stone, her long hair as dark as a waterfall cascading down to her waist, with black fragments like mist constantly spilling out and condensing into small black knives and long needles. Her posture was enveloped in a mysterious haze, mixed with danger.

Yet, it’s worth noting that at the roots of this black-haired elf girl’s hair, one can faintly see several strands of white hair.

[Golan, I’m sorry, your body has consumed too much vitality and it’s likely to die,]

The elder voice sighed: [I thought it wouldn’t be much trouble, but I didn’t expect it to turn out like this... The Sustenance Party is truly insane, they’re intending to take this opportunity to annihilate me.]

[Damn it, they’re trying to completely break the balance between The Sustenance Party and The Pillar Party, plunging Canaan Moore into endless war!] The elder voice continued, gritting his teeth: [Who knows what’s happening to the main body... I can only hope they’re not insane enough to start fighting in World Tree City.]

[Old Ancestor, don’t worry too much,]

Golan comforted the elder at this moment: [This is also our chance. As long as you can get out alive, rejuvenate with the Source of Dragon Blood, and reveal all the facts, The Sustenance Party will be at a disadvantage.]

[Yes, you’re right,] the elder voice paused: [They’re here.]

The enemy has arrived.

Yafada has arrived.

Accompanied by a faint silver light, Yafada Silvergate stepped before the black-haired girl, but this was merely an illusion. In the eyes of this Fourth Power Level strongman, he could see the old soul behind the youthful body.

"Yes, I’ve come,"

The middle-aged strongman smiled, a sense of comfort and genuine joy emanating from him, breaking the oppressive atmosphere, making the barren gray stone wilderness seem like a sunny garden: "Mr. Campari, decades of planning, and finally this opportunity has arrived."

"Originally, I was always troubled, wondering if you would just quietly wait for death and pass the Master Throne to the next generation, then I’d really have no opportunity or excuse, I might even admire you deeply."

"But since you’ve made this choice..." He conjured a silver-gray scepter from the void, and invisible spatial ripples surrounded them.

The head of Silvergate laughed heartily: "—You already knew you’d meet such an end, didn’t you?"

[If you had inherited Averlyn’s Master Throne, you might indeed have been able to kill me,] the girl smiled, the young girl’s and the elder voice overlaid: [But in this Subspace Labyrinth, even if it’s just my Split Soul, it’s not certain you can take me down.]

"I mainly want to know," Yafada whispered, "why do you desire the Source of Dragon Blood... even though you know it contains a curse, even if you live another lifetime, you’d gradually be plagued by demons, descending into madness in old age and even falling to become a demon... then even the soul won’t remain, and it might even contaminate the Master Throne."

"Every life-extending treasure has its own side effects, and Source of Dragon Blood is the strongest, in both life extension and curse."

[Because this is a time of imminent major transformation,] Campari said solemnly: [The accumulation of the Path of Sublimation is already enough, and we are about to see the prelude to the birth of the Sixth Echelon... The Unyielding Fortress and Pioneers (the titles of Yinaiga in those days) are the prelude of this era, they haven’t even left us time before they’re about to get the results.]

[I cannot allow Canaan Moore to become a vassal of other nations, no matter how grand the era, if it doesn’t allow Canaan Moore to be part of the victors, I must destroy it.]

"...So you want to do it yourself?" Silvergate was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Do you have any ideas? Or rather..."

[I just want to see,] the elder voice said: [There’s no such noble reason. I simply haven’t lived enough, and I know I’m far from the Sixth Power Level, so I want to live a bit longer to see the development of this era.]

"No wonder," the silver-haired elf sighed: "I was saying, if Canaan Moore were truly intent on studying the Sixth Power Level, the Blood of the Ten Kings would have long been united as one, there wouldn’t be mutual assassinations and struggles... "

[Because the success of the enemy is more unbearable than our failure,] the elder laughed: [It’s human nature, what’s not to understand?]

[I will not use lies to cover my true thoughts, Yafada, this is my motivation and purpose. At this moment, I wish to know why you choose to attack me, you were able to persuade Averlyn, that free wind, I know her very well, she would do nothing on her own, it can only be your reasoning that makes her willing to set aside her free spirit and oppose with you and me...]

"It’s quite simple," Yafada aimed the scepter at his adversary: "My brother died because of you, and I’m just seeking the simplest blood kin revenge."

There was no mutual mockery, no belittling.

Because both sides were strongmen of this world, their simple desires and thoughts were ten million times more powerful than any ’world peace’ or ’peace and prosperity’, their will could decide the change of a top power, whether in prosperity or in weakness.

Invisible fluctuations and black snowflakes started to reverberate in this testing ground subspace labyrinth, the enormous spatial resonance could already be heard at the edges of the labyrinth before they even made a move.

[Let me ask this last question,]

Surrounded by countless subspace rifts, Campari said: [How will you deal with the suppression of the underground ’Nature God’ after I leave]

"The times have changed, technology has advanced,"

Invisible bubble-shaped space distortions already veiled Yafada’s figure, and his voice warped: "After countless years of research, the computational power of the World Tree mainframe has leapt, now Canaan Moore no longer needs two Fifth Power Levels to confine themselves to World Tree City."

"After all, I am also of the elven royal blood, not a revenge seeker burning everything."

[Really...] Behind the black-haired girl, countless dark subspace fragments congealed into an enormous black tree, with numerous tendrils of gigantic roots hundreds of meters long stretching and tumbling through the hazy mist, each lashing the space causing the ground to surge like a tsunami, sweeping up dust like a heaven-covering mist: [I’m sorry, Golan, facing such an opponent, I have to completely take control of your body to exert one hundred percent of the power.]

[I don’t mind, Old Ancestor,] yet the original owner of the black-haired girl’s body, the girl named Golan, softly laughed: [Defeat him.]

As the black tree rooted in space-time, the invisible black mist began to spread, and amid the indistinctness, one could vaguely see countless roots writhing, each containing the embryonic form of a subspace labyrinth, raising towering waves and fierce winds, like the master of the whole world.

Royal Blood·Domain. Campari’s Aether True Body of the Misty Dust Nation.

[Dust Mist World Tree (Niflheim)]

Meanwhile, the ripples surrounding Yafada became increasingly dazzling, space-time swayed before him, and light rays were fragmented into streams in the rippling space.

The streams of light shimmered pure and silver, yet the edges were colorful and magnificent as a rainbow, with countless rainbows constructing bridges of endless beginnings and ends behind the man, leading to space-time bubbles glistening with rainbow brilliance, seemingly reflecting the golden depths of subspace labyrinths within.

Royal Blood·Silver Gate. The Dream Protector Yafada’s Aether True Body.

[Rainbow Key (Bilröst)]