Chapter 1262 - 586: Astral Summoning_2

Chapter 1262: Chapter 586: Astral Summoning_2

The internal spiritual flame of the Crystal Pillar flickers faintly, like stars leaping with spots of crimson flame. Threads of indistinct energy lines extend from the pillar, resonating with the Chaos Energy surrounding David. This is not only Reina, but the entire tribe and even the symbolic spirit of the belief in freedom.

David’s eyes slightly narrowed, with a mixture of determination and gentleness. "The cornerstone of the world is established, and no matter the cost, I must retrieve the shattered soul, awaken her from the Eternal Freeze, and let light shine upon this land once more."

His voice, though soft, reverberated like thunder within the space and lingered for a long time. He walked slowly to the Crystal Pillar, placing his palm on the cold surface. A trace of warmth entered the crystal center from his palm, as if awakening an ancient life from slumber, causing the initially icy and lonely flame to rekindle with a gentle warmth.

"Revival is not simply a reenactment, but a redefinition of existence in the new era," he whispered, "This is a promise, and also destiny."

The surrounding void suddenly rippled with shimmering waves, countless tiny cosmic dust like falling stars, or as if new cells burst forth with vitality. At this moment, all sorrow and despair dissolve into steadfast hope, as a new era rooted in freedom and faith quietly unfolds.

Even though the distant continent remains chaotic, within this silent Holy Land, he knows: the true battle has just begun, and the dawn belonging to all of them will quietly nurture its first ray of light here...

The chill in the air slightly diminished, a barely perceptible but undeniable fresh warm breeze blew through the ruinous walls, accompanied by the faint starlight witnessing this vow—to persist without yielding, never abandoning, even if covered in scars, to safeguard the dream belonging to everyone!

David stood up, his figure tall and resolute, raising both hands high while gazing at the dim starry sky for a long time, then slowly clenching his fists, gathering all determination into one point:

"For all that has passed, and the dawn yet to come, I shall become your solid shield!"

In that instant, a beam of dazzling divine light as if piercing through the fissures of time and space broke through the night sky, like morning light shattering the darkness, bringing long-awaited hope to this ravaged earth. And the Chaos Core, constantly rotating yet increasingly stable and mature, seemed to respond to the call, growing brighter and more brilliant...

David, clad in Chaos demigod Armor, emitted a faint intertwined glow of blue and red, traversing the ruins with full devotion to constructing defense fortifications. The spell Runes in his hands flickered continuously, each release seemingly solidifying an invisible yet exceptionally sturdy protective barrier in the air.

At the edge of the street, those collapsed walls and broken stones were swiftly integrated and reshaped, countless auxiliary Runes embedded upon them, transforming the ruin into an impregnable new defense line. Soldiers, drenched with sweat, bustled between the city walls, their determined flames in their eyes surpassing all darkness in the world.

However, amidst this tense bustle, the atmosphere within a hidden tent was grave and intense. Cynthia sat on a soft cushion, her once soft and warm moonlight-like face paled due to severe injuries, unable to mask the unrest and agitation spurred by bloodline Beastification deep inside. Her hands lightly pressed against her chest, yet she could still feel the wild instinct stirring from the depths of her bloodline, each breath accompanied by a discrete yet dangerous unstable tremor.

David stood by her side, his gaze steady, though his brows slightly furrowed. He extended his palm, allowing a gentle, flowing Spiritual Power like water to slowly enter Cynthia’s body. He muttered incantations, ingeniously weaving Chaos and order interlaced Runes into a barrier, temporarily suppressing the disorder brought by bloodline Beastification. However, he knew this was only a temporary measure, and the Dark Power hidden in the bloodline Abyss was not eradicated.

"Cynthia, you must hold on," David’s voice was low and determined, "I will find a complete solution and won’t let you be consumed by beastliness."

Just at this moment, a weak yet exceptionally clear discordant hum emanated from an ancient device placed in the corner—the Starry Spirit Star Gnomon Core fragment. The star gnomon, like a crystalline eye at the intersection of time and space, emitted faint blue light during subtle tremors.

The lines on the fragment flickered irregularly, transforming into flowing and intersecting yet intricate star map projections that slowly unfolded. At the end of this mapped starry sky, a strange and bizarre set of coordinates was clearly discernible, surrounded by intermittent, intense fear-laden information flow ripples, like a thousand frightened souls shouting in unison:

"...Coordinates...Mark...Star Devourer...Devour...Guard...Collapse...Star Eye...Call for help...Genocide..."

The sound, hoarse and chaotic, filled with urgent desperation. From the peculiar texture refracted by the projection, it can be sensed that this is an interdimensional or even inter-plane information transmission—a rare and extremely dangerous signal. It’s not only a call for help but more like a final desperate plea from a civilization on the brink of extinction.

David’s brows furrowed again, quickly concentrating his Spiritual Power on the star gnomon core fragment, attempting to decipher more hidden information through the demigod vision. However, the information was incomplete, leaving only those hair-raising key words: Star Devourer, a legendary being capable of devouring star Energy and triggering life disasters; Devouring implies large-scale destruction is underway; Guard denotes their struggle to resist; Collapse indicates the system or spatial structure is precarious; and the words "Genocide" point directly to a racial survival crisis.

These words collided continuously with the most tender yet sharp aspect of David’s heart—responsibility and mission instantly ignited. He brushed away the stray hair from his forehead, a pair of eyes revealing cold and determined firmness:

"This is a cross-plane SOS signal, a world facing unparalleled calamity, and they have placed their hope with us." He whispered, "But right now, we are not yet stable here, with local warfare embers and lurking crises..."

Surveying the people around him still in need of rebuilding defense fortifications and safeguarding survivors, alongside Cynthia’s underlying danger yet to be resolved, he fell into a brief struggle—whether to risk splitting forces to rescue the unknown world? Or to first consolidate home base?

Just then, a silver-white bell sound drifted from the distant mountain peak, a message relayed to him by Liya using Spiritual Power: "Lord, the signal has completely locked the coordinates, it is at the ’Lonely Islands’ ruins area at the northern edge of the Constant Rotation Domain—our tribe’s ancient Star Eye civilization’s location! If not rescued promptly, they may face total extinction."

Upon hearing this, David’s expression grew more solemn. He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, pressing his palm lightly against his chest as if drawing upon his entire will, then calmly spoke: "Time is of the essence, we must decide immediately."

He turned, directly facing the soldiers painstakingly building new walls beneath his feet, and scanning the sky darkening yet still burning with the hope of magnificent mountains. At this moment, a far greater enigma beyond endless warfare smoke awaited unveiling, and his every move would influence the future path of countless lives:

"On one side is the Silver Moon Kingdom yet to be pacified needing protection; on the other, is a distant universe desperately needing salvation for a civilization in dire straits. But I believe, with a steadfast will, no matter how desperate, a path can be found!"

He stood on the high platform, like the brightest northern star in the night sky, awakening everyone with his words soaked in epic sentiment:

"Let us simultaneously prepare! To face the impending storm!"

Around him, soldiers looked up to the night sky, their eyes full of determination, some gripping the hilt of their swords, others silently reciting magical oaths.

Amidst the ruins and the lingering smoke and dust, the atmosphere within the city was now marked with a deeper sense of gravity and resoluteness.