936  Explorations

    ''The Holy Land of the Psychic Arts Practitioners, huh...'' Vale muttered. The practitioners of this were truly mysterious. His knowledge about them was mostly from the memory fragments he absorbed, books, and the Psychic Arts that Constance learned.

    Of course, he also knew a bit of their past but he wasn''t sure how significant it was right now after learning that they had made a lot of changes over the past decades.

    Anyway, Vale continued to read the reports about the three other Forbidden Lands. He opened the next report and read it. Similar to the other three reports, the agents gave quite a long description to the current situation of the forbidden land and he just skimmed through it.

    [ The Abyssal Rift of Zenthra ]

    [ Description: A colossal chasm filled with chaotic energy. The terrain is unstable, with violent rifts opening at random, swallowing everything in their path. It''s possibly a phenomenon that resulted from the Abyss Realm''s before trials when entering this realm.

    ...

    ...

    Threats: Abyssal Spirits were detected and the danger of falling into the void had to be kept in mind.

    Key Intelligence: Recent activity suggests the rift is expanding, potentially destabilizing nearby regions.

    Notes: More than 10 Agents had already died exploring this land. No exploration is scheduled for the time being. ]

    ''This rift...'' Vale frowned as he felt troubled about this matter. After all, he doesn''t have the ability to close these rifts. Furthermore, even if he could, they might just return unless he was able to fix the core problem.

    Anyway, he turned to the next report.

    [ The Ashen Plains of Myrrh ]

    [ Description: A barren wasteland where flames burn eternally. The area is the aftermath of a battle between an ancient Pyromancer and Great Fire Elementals.

    Threats: Sentient flames and Ember Wraiths roam the plains, attacking all intruders.

    Anyway, before going there, he continued his research.

    He learned everything he could about the Holy Land of the Psychic Arts Practitioners...

    It was previously the greatest shelter of those Mind Art users... Over centuries, it had become shrouded in darkness, infested with malevolent creatures, and killed many practitioners.

    According to intelligence from the Arcane Bureau, a small portion of that land was being used as a hidden sanctuary for the Ancient Families of the said Arcane Path...

    Anyway, after a few days of follow-up investigations, the Bureau had recently discovered traces of their activity, including the possible existence of an artifact known as the Mind''s Pinnacle, a relic said to amplify psychic abilities to unprecedented levels. Such an artifact could not be left in the hands of those who might misuse it.

    ''Let''s see if you''re really an Evil Path...'' Vale muttered.

    Vale stood in his private chamber as he made up his mind...

    "The Academy will be fine," he murmured to himself. Then, with a thought, his dark robes shifted into a travel-ready form, with subtle enchantments for protection and agility.

    Moments later, he summoned a shadowy portal using his unparalleled mastery of Dark Arts. The swirling black vortex was silent yet ominous, leading to the edge of the Psychic Holy Land.

    Indeed, he had already mastered the technique from the Broken Arcana.

    The air around him became cold as he stepped through.

    Whom~

    Vale then emerged thousands of kilometers away from his domain without any issues. Although he could also travel using his foot technique, it would take a lot longer to reach there. At this time, in front of him was a vast forest, with unnatural shapes of trees as if molded by a malevolent force.

    There were also faint cries of spirits echoing in the distance...

    With that, Vale''s Divine Sense spread throughout the surroundings...