Chapter 1851 - 1083: The Young Lady of Huishi_2

"You have the scent of ash on you, did Grandpa Gael ask you to come here?"

The young lady heard the sound of Gapar coming upstairs and turned to look.

No, he tricked me into coming here.

Gapar didn’t concern himself with whether his previous eagerness to enter Airedel could really be considered deception.

"I heard the sound of flames burning, very soon I’ll be able to see the flames, was it you who did this? Thank you, Ash."

The young lady expressed her thanks, her tone becoming a bit more lively.

She eagerly wanted to witness the flames, but her body seemed too weak to leave the attic, she could only hope for the flames to come to her.

Gapar found this behavior somewhat bizarre.

He wasn’t interested in most stories about Sain Dungeon, the reason he came to glance at the young lady was mainly because he had a daughter who was... not so similar in age.

Because of Uffie, he always had a fondness for younger girls.

"Why do you want to see the flames?" he asked.

"Because you were invited by Grandpa Gael as an assistant, so I’ll tell you."

The young lady showed the easel in front of her, with a giant painting many times larger than herself.

"This painting is quite large, I want to paint a new world upon it, one that’s very cold, dark, yet gentle, so I need to see the flames."

Her tone carried an expectation for the future.

"The flames have been lit, like this, I can continue to complete this painting."

"Someday it will become someone’s refuge."

Upon hearing this, memories suddenly surfaced in Gapar’s mind.

He remembered Luluwo’s explanations, it seemed the young lady before him was the painter of the Painting World!

The young lady’s work was not just an ordinary painting, but upon completion, it could become a true world.

In the outside world, beings with such world-creating capabilities are generally called gods.

Yet now, a god is locked away in the attic...

Though knowing this is common in Sain Dungeon, it still filled one with a sense of disparity.

"When will Grandpa Gael bring back the paint, the one made from Dark Soul Blood..."

The young lady muttered before immersing herself in her world.

At this point, further conversation wouldn’t yield any extra gains.

The few words already contained much information.

The young lady could create a Painting World but needed blood containing the Dark Soul as paint.

Where was the Dark Soul? With an unknown dwarf, where was the dwarf?

In Ring Seal City.

That’s why the summoning symbol and occasional direction signs were found in the gathering place and Ring Seal City.

Everything made sense now, everything could be explained.

Gael was no longer the "mysterious old man in the gathering place pointing directions," finally having a solid reason to appear before everyone.

This whole Painting World Aredel seemed like it was created to fill in Gael’s background.

Contributing a Boss Monster fight that was, in some sense, a good experience, and completing Gael’s background.

For Gapar.

"The fights were fun, worth the trip."

He turned and left the young lady’s attic, taking the elevator down, finally returning to the underground where the priest was originally, with a burning bonfire now there.

Gapar reached out to light the bonfire, wanting to use its power to teleport back to the Fire Transmission Ceremony.

The dizziness from teleportation lasted a moment, and when he opened his eyes, it was not the blue sky and white clouds of the ceremony, but rather the barren ground filled with ash.

In the sky hung a bright Dark Ring.

This, this is the gathering place!

"So you can come from here too..."

Gapar scratched his head and looked around, and indeed, the gathering place had no bonfire.

Now I just want to go back and rest...

Helplessly, he headed towards the nearest bonfire, the Demon Prince’s battleground.

"I should have chosen a different bonfire to teleport..."

While Gapar was on his weary march, meanwhile...

On the other side, Leon was wandering inside Ring Seal City.

"No summons today either."

Since being summoned by Aurora that day, he had been wandering with the Church Spear oath in Ring Seal City, hoping to be summoned again to fight the Demon Clan.

But to this day had not seen Aurora, as if she had vanished into thin air, that day’s meeting being a one-time limited opportunity.

Leon always felt that the Demon Clan’s appearance in Sain Dungeon was a noteworthy event, but he couldn’t help investigate it now.

Everyone assumed that Sain Dungeon had opened a Teleportation Gate on the Demon Continent.

Rumors had spread among the adventurers, such as encountering the Demon Clan’s interference when exploring Sain Dungeon, causing panic within the group.

Leon sat before the Church Spear’s large door, staring blankly at the empty, lifeless Ring Seal City.

Honestly, he was somewhat stuck now.

The Devouring Darkness Midir had not been found, he didn’t know where this fellow was hiding.

Patch’s storyline had come to an end, no matter where he went now, Lapu’s past appearances were gone.

The church housing the Church Spear was also off-limits, entering it meant breaking the Church Spear’s oath, making meeting Onora impossible.

He had visited every other accessible location in Ring Seal City but had not found other Boss Monster lairs nor new paths.

In such a vast Ring Seal City, he couldn’t decide where to go next.

"If all else fails, I’ll battle the Church Spear."

Leon thought, he might encounter Gapar as the Church Spear... that was a bit scary, he should choose a time when Gapar isn’t in Sain Dungeon to act.

"By the way, there’s a place I haven’t explored much."

He stood up and headed towards the graveyard area where he last saw Patch.

The graveyard looked big but the areas for exploration weren’t much, giving a sense of abrupt stoppage, provoking one to say, "Just this?"

By logic, it shouldn’t be like this.

Leon returned to the graveyard and walked through it twice, finding nothing, but during his final exploration, he glanced down at the cliff on the periphery.

A path he’d never tread lay at his feet.

"...I knew it."

Leon raised his brows, jumping down to stand securely on the path, finding a small entryway to the graveyard by his side, yet its interior was completely unexplored.

A corridor leading somewhere unknown lay within, he walked along it steadily, the cold atmosphere of the graveyard gradually dissipated, the surrounding walls transitioning from rough rock to neat structures.

Until finally a large hole appeared in front of him, he leaped down, his body rapidly descending, the air around growing increasingly cold, an ominous feeling washed over his mind.

"Thud!"

Leon landed heavily, taking a few seconds to stand up, then surveying his surroundings.

Burning torches lit up the small space, on either side were sculptures that were half-human, half-dragon, they looked familiar.

They resembled the Half-Dragon People imprisoned in the Yilushier Underground Prison?

And flanked by the Half-Dragon People sculptures.

A massive doorway appeared ahead of Leon.

White mist filled the door.

Sticky black substance flowed from the ground.