Chapter 1027 - 11: The 10 Great Incarnations! Pirated Myth?_2

Chapter 1027: Chapter 11: The 10 Great Incarnations! Pirated Myth?_2

In such a chaotic place, one can imagine how complex it must be, with tangled relationships and mixed forces.

Even the Gods find this chaotic region headache-inducing; it’s always lawless here, and often brings numerous troubles. It’s even said that the source of Godslayers stems from the Netherworld... but in this chaotic domain, the powerful entities are now vying to offer a bit of assistance to them—

That’s according to Seishuin Ena herself, to make everyone understand that this is an invitation, not a show of hostility.

"Indeed, grandfather has been in headaches since last night, looking rather troubled..."

Seishuin Ena calmly confirmed, substantiating Erica’s speculation. And at the moment her voice fell, the girl gently drew the Tachi from her hand, under the varied gazes of those around her—

She flipped her wrist, reversed the blade, and without hesitation plunged it into the ground!

Like a sharp knife slicing into tofu.

Along with the structure of the entire Shrine, the floor reinforced with Curse Techniques to enhance Defense was directly breached. In this process, it seemed as if there was no resistance or friction at all.

At this point! Curse completed!

The immense Curse Power instantaneously surged out like a spring, a remarkably intense wind blew within the Shrine, the fierce wind pressure seemingly capable of causing semblance of spatial distortion, refracting light, and the environment instantly dimmed.

Whether the sky outside began to darken or the interior of the Shrine became mysteriously shadowed, within everyone’s visual range, darkness visibly closed in.

Simultaneously, the ground was entirely stained in pitch black.

The solid and smooth floor seemed to become a turbulent, dark wave, undulating. ℴ

"Don’t resist... otherwise, you might be flung far, far away."

Seishuin Ena calmly advised, standing upright while maintaining the stance of holding the sword, allowing the vortex of darkness beneath her feet to rotate, easily tearing a deep pathway in reality leading to the Otherworld.

At this moment, it was like a storm on a dark sea—

Trembling vast waters, dark currents surged, the entire ocean undulating within pitch-black darkness unseen by the eye...

Despite knowing this is within the Shrine’s internal space, when the void-dark space encloses, all light dims, a cold wind harsh enough to blow bodies away and cut the skin sweeps up, underfoot no longer firm and smooth but seeming molten, undulating like waves.

Even they cannot avoid experiencing such a strange illusion.

That’s why, in such circumstances, maintaining calm and not attempting to escape resistance becomes somewhat difficult... hands and feet and body plunged down, sinking into darkness, seemingly about to be swallowed by the cold abyss, somewhat causing one to feel creepy.

Shortly after, came silence.

All sounds vanished.

The Shrine returned to tranquility, and the ceaseless flow of Divine Power appeared never to have occurred; thus caused strong winds, darkness, spatial distortion, reality distortion, and other phenomena disappeared, quiet to a long dead silence, as if nothing had happened.

Moments later, the earth suddenly trembled greatly.

Rumbling —

Like a muffled sound of destruction, heard from deep underground, akin to the world itself playing a requiem for the end.

...

...

"Ugh—!!"

A strong sense of dizziness emanated from the depths of her head, Amilia found it hard to describe, probably like a rolling washing machine in this world, herself thrown inside spinning countless times, so when emerging, her mind seemed to have been thoroughly mixed.

Dazed, dizzy, overwhelmed and nauseated.

She fought to suppress the heaviness and the urge to vomit in her chest, clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath several times, then raised her head to look around.

Emerald mountains.

The smell of earth and trees was quite strong.

A trickling stream flowed beside her, meandering downwards and away.

In the distance, the skyline and silhouettes of mountains appeared extremely blurry and chaotic, deep like an ink painting, or like some creator’s random graffiti, containing countless chaotic and complex lines... they penetrate space, divide edges, create fractures, making distances and scenery from near to far produce a confusingly vivid sense of layered strangeness.

"Is this the Netherworld?"

Just as she frowned in observation, the sky suddenly unleashed a torrential downpour, cold wind laced with raindrops and fine hailstones crashed down.

The nearby stream abruptly became turbid, where it flowed, even the soil swiftly turned into an ominous brown.

Trees and green grass withered visibly, even rapidly decayed, yet in the next moment, like a scene captured by a speeded up camera, newly born plants quickly burst forth from the decomposed soil...

A rumbling muffled sound, like the sound of cracking from distant dimensions.

Amilia subconsciously raised her head, astonished to see the horizon and mountain silhouette in the distance, now directly missing a large chunk.