Chapter 613 - 606: The Gathering
General Level.
First Generation.
King Level.
Ancient True King...
His power recovered rapidly, finally stopping at the level of an Ancient True King.
’Help me recover my power...’
"It seems you haven’t completely lost your mind after all."
The Master of Desolation said with a sigh of relief.
"Mad? No, I’ve never felt as good as I do right now."
"Only by utterly shattering the past, shattering all hope, can one truly embrace the future from within despair."
"It’s like when a man personally kills the one he loves most. He transcends every previous version of himself."
"Right now, I am stronger than I have ever been,"
the Master of Nightmares said with a smile.
’You look more than just a little mad to me...’ the Master of Desolation thought to himself. ’But then again, as an existence who delves into the power of the Dream Realm, this guy is probably the "maddest" of them all.’
"Is this the only extent to which you can recover?"
the Master of Desolation asked the Master of Nightmares.
"This is as far as I can go for now. After all, there are several others who need me to infuse them with power."
The Master of Nightmares slowly spread his arms.
"You mean..."
The Master of Desolation’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, he saw the surrounding gray mist churn violently. Ten withered hands, each cradling a bizarre, palm-sized doll, appeared before them.
At the same time, ten clouds of gray mist gathered, collapsed, and compressed above the ten dolls, finally coalescing into ten drops of blood that seemed both illusory and real.
"You madman... Forcibly reviving ten True Spirits at once... Even if you are a Primordial Ancestor, even at your peak, I’m afraid..."
The Master of Desolation’s expression changed.
"It’s fine. Even if I suffer heavy damage, I will still stand at the pinnacle of this world. This country, and even this continent, will become the nourishment for my recovery."
"Since I’ve started this, I will see it through to the absolute end. Today, a change has begun that cannot be concealed. Therefore, within this day, I will eradicate the greatest hidden threat on this planet. For that, I am willing to bear the corresponding price."
"This is the greatest respect I can show that opponent of mine."
The Master of Nightmares slammed his palms together in front of his chest.
CRACK!!
A muffled bang echoed as parts of the Master of Nightmares’s body suddenly burst open. A massive amount of gray smoke streamed out, converging on the ten floating drops of blood.
The Master of Nightmares’s body re-formed, but at the same time, the oppressive aura from within him weakened slightly.
He had dispersed a vast amount of his power into the ten drops of Ancestor’s Blood.
DRIP! DRIP!
Following the sound of dripping, the Ancestor’s Blood, now infused with immense power, dripped into each of the ten dolls.
CRACK! CRACKLE!!
The ten dolls instantly shattered. Enormous black shadows shot out from within them, writhing madly in the void.
Slowly, they began to form into distinct figures, each with a different appearance.
A tall, graceful female form with an elegant and perfect face. Her almond-shaped eyes held a mixture of seduction and arrogance.
The symbol of war and slaughter, Ancestral Ji.
A tall figure dressed in a magnificent, ancient Donghua-style robe, wearing a dragon crown. He looked like the Sovereign of heaven and earth, his gaze filled with conquest and tyranny.
The symbol of tyranny and conquest, Ancestral Hong.
A tall man with a wild mane of hair like a Lion’s, wearing the crown of a bull. Markings like lightning coiled around his body, and his eyes were filled with immense majesty and wrath.
The symbol of autocracy and wrath, Primordial Cosmos.
A figure whose face was androgynous, their body covered in black, insect-carapace-like armor. A faint green fluorescence coiled around them.
The symbol of misfortune and disease, Ancestral Sai.
Clad in a black robe and shrouded in darkness, this figure held a long scythe, like a Death God reaping lives.
The symbol of death and souls, Ancestor Yu.
A being with four faces and fourteen arms, surrounded by "true words" so tangible they induced a profound sense of confusion and delirium.
The symbol of fanaticism and ignorance, Ancestor Tuo.
An immensely burly man with intricate tattoos covering his pale red skin. Two horns grew from his head, and his eyes overflowed with chaos and desire.
The symbol of chaos and depravity, Ancestor Sa.
A winged man, his eyes seeming to contain raging storms and tsunamis. His terrifying aura was like a natural Hurricane.
The symbol of natural disasters, Ancestral Ji.
Finally, there was a man and a woman. The moment their figures appeared, they intertwined in a bizarre fashion. Their True Spirits merged, becoming a single, dual-souled entity—strange yet harmonious, as if forming some peculiar cycle.
The symbols of the Cycle of Evil, Ancestor Mang and Yu.
Under the infusion of the Master of Nightmares’s power, the ten figures’ strength began to swell, finally stopping once they all reached the level of Ancient True King.
Meanwhile, the Master of Nightmares’s own power fluctuated wildly during this transfer.
BOOM!!
High above the Starry Sky Country, the pull of Nightmare City intensified once more. Many people collapsed to the ground, their screams and wails ceasing. Instead, they curled up and trembled, as if trapped in the deepest Nightmare.
Simultaneously, the gray mist seeping from their bodies grew even denser.
This allowed the Master of Nightmares to recover his condition and stabilize his power.
"Nightmare, I never thought you’d abandon so many years of effort, embrace the curse, and recall us all. What exactly are you planning?"
spoke Ancestral Hong, the one who wore a crown like an emperor.
"Ji, you’ve fought that person before. You should know how terrifying he is,"
the Master of Nightmares said, looking at the graceful figure.
"The Power of Boundaryless is ineffective against him. The Power of the True Realm that we command will also be troublesome to use against that guy, as we cannot instantly erase a True Spirit."
"He has already become a major power, and his Recovery Power is extremely strong. He can regenerate even if only a single cell survives. In terms of survivability, he’s no weaker than our True Spirits. Truly killing him is a near-impossible task."
"You’ve revived all of us, so it seems you already have a plan to deal with him,"
Ancestral Ji said slowly.
"Back then, those Ancient Heroes couldn’t kill us either. They could only borrow the power of Earth and the Power of Nature to suppress and Seal us."
"And now, I have gathered all of you here to use a similar method."
"As long as we make this greatest threat disappear from Earth, there will be nothing left on this planet that can stand in our way."
"And I am prepared to use all the power at my disposal."