Age of Adepts

Inside the massive Dragon's Tomb, it had been completely occupied by the influx of witches.

The sporadic battles on the outside continued.

Some newly awakened dragon tomb guards or dragon souls were proud invincible existences to ordinary tomb raiders, but to the prepared elite sorcerers they were nothing more than a group of somewhat intractable high-ranking undead.

Spirit Detainment, Spiritual Service, Anti-Death Boundary, Anti-Magic Force Field, Protection from Evil... As an elite sorcerer, there were simply too many ways to deal with these old relics who had been sleeping for thousands of years and were a bit 'teased' in the head.

If they really couldn't, with the addition of some positive energy-driven sorcery, they were just as capable of inflicting terrifying damage. It was just that in order to maximize profit, no one was willing to be so extravagant as to beat these high grade materials that represented piles of 'magic crystals' into the sky into broken pieces.

Grim ate the meat, and the remaining soup was of course cheap for these witches who followed.

The scale of this Dragon's Tomb wasn't small either.

Hundreds of dragons' remains were buried in a strange space of more than ten miles around.

Some were half buried in the earth, leaving traces of years of erosion; others were fused with the mountain rocks and turned into grayish-white fossils... But without exception, in this magical space, their bones were overflowing with a dense, almost materialized dead air.

The guardians of their bones and the ghost dragons of their souls became the main obstacles for the sorcerers to raid the loot.

A team of sorcerers skillfully took out their Spirit Detaining Wands or Spirit Scrolls, bound the ghost dragons with elemental chains, and then carefully put them into soul crystals or soul urns.

As for the rampaging Dragon Tomb Guards, they could only rely on the Body Tempering Sorcerer who had several layers of death-proof boundaries or anti-magic force fields on his body to break them up. After each Dragon Tomb Guard was broken, the sorcerers would cheer, and then they would nimbly pick up the skeletons of these high level dragons one by one.

While the witches were harvesting the loot, Grim and Poison Remy were looking up and down around the small 10-meter radius of the Dragon Bone Altar without stopping to stare.

For some reason, Grim always had a strange feeling that his heart was pounding and his mind was unsettled, as if he had missed something important.

As a great sorcerer, there was almost no possibility of perception errors, and as long as one's heart felt something, it was a sure sign that something detrimental was happening outside of one's perception. It was just that Grim did not practice prophecy, so there was no way to determine the source of this unknown danger.

However, the matter was caused by this expedition to the Dragon Tomb, but landing on the Dragon Wraith in front of him was certain!

Grim lifted the dragon witch demon whose arms and legs were about to be melted off by the venom and held it up in front of his eyes, staring coldly into the other's narrow and hostile phosphorescent green eyes, and said harshly, "Little one, don't make a fool of yourself in front of me, or I'll make you..."

Before he could finish, Grim's voice came to an abrupt halt, and the chip's warning alert sounded in his head.

"Drip, the presence of a Faith Dao Marker has been detected in the soul of the target creature..."

Belief in the Waymark?

A message about this came to Grim's mind.

The Faith Waymark was also a special means of spatial positioning, and moreover, a sign that a devout believer was being noticed by the deity they believed in. Through the Faith Beacon, the deity could sense the life, death and state of the believer even from billions of miles away.

If a believer dies unexpectedly, the beacon will automatically transform into a channel of belief and transfer the believer's soul to the deity's kingdom.

This process is spontaneous and non-interventionist!

Once someone intercepted a devotee's soul, it was easy to attract the attention of that deity.

Under normal circumstances, no one would want to attract the attention of a deity just for a believer's soul. But often times, some killing and annihilating souls was essential for secrecy reasons.

The Grim in front of him had no intention of killing the Dragon Witch Demon to annihilate his soul, but the fact that the other party even possessed a Faith Dao Mark within his soul surprised him, and was even somewhat unbelievable.

One had to know that a creature like the Dragon Witch Demon was already out of the realm of living creatures, but it was an undead creature. Such a forbidden thing was not allowed even within the Dragon Clan.

Usually, large dragon graves were appointed by the dragon clan to take care of and guard a special 'dragon'. The inside of the graveyard would also be equipped with the appropriate dragon magic to avoid undead dragons. Only those dragon tombs that were neglected or abandoned could give birth to undead dragons like the Dragon Tomb Guards or Dragon Wraiths.

The dragon tomb in front of us must have been abandoned by the dragon race since it even had a dragon witch demon. But then, how would the faith dao marker in the soul of the Dragon Voodoo Demon in front of them be explained?

Could the dragon race still accept the power of faith from an undead dragon?

Weird, evil, puzzling....

"Wicked sorcerer, wait to suffer the wrath of the dragon! Syncla won't leave you alone..." the dragon witch demon, though it had lost its ability to resist, still glared at its dark green pupils and cursed loudly, and the name it abruptly mentioned caused Grim to be slightly stunned.

Syncla... that name was familiar! That's right, this was the powerful female dragon that had sworn to follow Farazul, the dragon of the night, and one of the multiverse's most famous evil dragons.

If she was this Dragon Wraith's patron, then it all made sense!

However, as Grim silently pondered, the chip's emergency alert came back in his mind.

"Drip, an alien spatial positioning signal detected... The source of the signal is: the Dragon Bone Altar!"

What?

How to hear this message, Grim's heart tightened, his right hand raised to instantly condense the power of a huge and unparalleled flame, and bang slapped on top of the small ten meter square dragon bone altar.

The keel altar collapsed with a cracking sound.

The shattered dragon bones scattered everywhere, revealing a small and delicate mysterious light formation inside. White light flashed within the light formation, and was sending an unknown signal to somewhere in the void according to some mysterious pattern.

Grim's eyes were stern and he snorted angrily.

"How dare you play such tricks right under my nose. Hmph..."

With that, Grim stretched out his big hand, which instantly burned with blazing red flames, and viciously grabbed at the mysterious light formation. But to its surprise, the flaming hand was empty. It was as if the light formation was just an illusion and had no substance at all, and the flaming hand made many trips inside without damaging it in the slightest.

The light formation was really an illusion?

Grim was the first to disbelieve, because the mysterious signal perceived by the chip was real.

That meant that this strange light formation had different spatial characteristics. It seemed to be within this Dragon Tomb space, but it was actually in a completely different dimension.

As for how the other party had caused it to project into this space, Grim was also confused and difficult to gauge.

"Chip, can you discover the true location of the light formation?" Grim couldn't help but give the chip an order.

"Drop, this is a special technique for using the interspatial layer, the light formation is not located within any of the alien spaces, but rather in the interspatial layer between two adjacent spaces... Without a specific way to connect, there is no way to find the location of the space it is hiding in..."

Connectivity....

Grim looked back at the Dragon Wraith that was still cursing endlessly, naturally knowing that it must have the desired method of communication hidden in its brain. However, now time was running out, and using Soul Search to force it a little bit more, the probability of getting the memory fragment of the desired content was not more than 20%.

Thus, Grim's brows furrowed as he coldly said, "Isn't there any other way to touch this light formation?"

"There, rule power... Since the light formation has been projected onto this plane, it must have maintained a special way of communication with certain rule power over here... It can't be touched by ordinary means, but it can definitely be touched by rule power! Touch!"

"The power of rules? Say it sooner!"

Grim was delighted at the news, and the flaming hand that was stretched into the Light Formation was glowing inward, and the terrifying heat was quickly replaced by golden transparent flames. The indestructible flame was densely spread over Grim's palm, and a colorless and transparent thread of power began to quietly affect the surrounding bit of emptiness.

As expected, as soon as the rules of the flame shook, that mysterious array of light began to ripple and tremble as well.

"Parsing the frequency of the rule tremor on the opposite side, estimated completion time is 7 minutes and 25 seconds..."

"Drip, warning, warning...detecting signs of mysterious will coming, estimated time of coming 5 minutes and 36 seconds..."

Two pieces of information flooded into Grim's mind at the same time, the first delighting him while the second shook him to his core.

Landing....

Bastard, no wonder that Dragon Voodoo is so stubborn, it seems that it's been acting as a spatial beacon, guiding that mysterious will from the other side to descend here!

Grim was fierce in his heart, and the right hand inserted into the light formation once again increased in power, and the violent and fierce flame rule power wildly surged into the bizarre and extreme spatial singularity in the center of the light formation, trying to annihilate it in one fell swoop.

Without this spatial singularity, the other party would also lose the ability to locate space. Wanting to extend its will across the billions of miles of endless starry seas, wait until the moment it became a spatial master before doing so!

However, the mysterious will linked on the other side of the light formation seemed to have sensed Grim's actions, and a surging, terrifying dragon power betrayed through the distant void into his spiritual consciousness.

"Stop, arrogant one! There's no way you can destroy the spatial dao marker set up by my lord... I'll give you a few minutes to escape, and when I get there, I'll definitely give you a good look!" With such a vast dragon power, Grim dared to assert that the opposite side of the light formation must be the Sinclar that the dragon witch was talking about.

It was said that this evil little female dragon was a terrifying existence of rank 6!

If... I mean if, by virtue of the Spatial Dao Marker, it was allowed to show itself in this Goblet Position, I'm afraid that all the witches present would not have any good results to eat. Even a great sorcerer like Grim would find it hard to get back in one piece.

The reason for this, for no other reason, was because of the Evil Dragon Clan's formidable monstrous battle power that was renowned throughout the Multiverse.