Book 17, Indigo Prefecture – Chapter 63, A Turn Of Events
The borders of the Skyrite Mountains. The clan leaders and Elders of the Four Divine Beasts clan were all gathered together, holding a secret meeting. This tactic of the eight great clans wasn’t a particularly brilliant one, but it really was vile, venomous, and vicious!
When the Four Divine Beasts clan had decided to withdraw from battle, this decision had already caused them teeth-gnas.h.i.+ng agony.
But now the eight great clans came and openly mocked them and satirized them. This was like pouring oil onto a flame. The battle that resulted caused the Four Divine Beasts clan to feel angered, enraged, hate-filled. The four clan leaders and Elders were discussing how to resolve this matter, while Linley was pondering this matter as well. “Why exactly do the eight great clans want to kill me so badly? To the point where even two of their Patriarchs would be so shameless as to join forces to attack me?”
Linley was filled with confusion.
At the same time, Linley also looked towards the outside, but as he did, Linley suddenly frowned in puzzlement. “Hey, what are they doing?” The eight great clans had actually sent out several warriors who, working together, were s.h.i.+fting over a small mountain that was a thousand meters wide and nearly a hundred meters tall. The mountains of the Higher Planes were astonis.h.i.+ngly heavy; given the size of this dwarf mountain, one could imagine how much it weighed.
“Why did they move a mountain over?” Bebe looked over, puzzled.
Gislason and the other clan leaders, as well as the Elders, all looked over as well. Everyone was rather puzzled.
Those warriors sent out their strengths in unison, directly tossing the dwarf mountain in front of them. It landed to the ground with a ma.s.sive ‘boom’ sound, striking heavily down at the demarcating region between the Skyrite Mountains and the base of the eight great clans.
That arrogant looking man with the long green eyebrows flew towards the dwarf mountain.
“Him?” Linley wouldn’t forget this man. It was he who had used the weapon-type Sovereign artifact to attack Linley.
The green-eyebrowed man flipped his hand, and instantly, a large amount of green energy knives flew into the air, slas.h.i.+ng past the dwarf mountain. Immediately, large amounts of rocks and stones were smashed apart. The wind howled and pebbles blasted everywhere. In but a few moments, the appearance of the dwarf mountain had changed.
It was now eight hundred meters in diameter and fifty meters in height.
An enormous dueling platform!
“Swoos.h.!.+” A skinny youth with cold, insidious eyes suddenly flew over to the dueling platform. He swept everyone with his gaze, then said brightly, “You say that we are fighting you in groups? Fine. Today, let’s fight one on one. n.o.body will be permitted to interfere in a duel. Linley, you killed my older brother. Today, I challenge you, Linley. Linley, dare you accept my challenge?”
“Linley, dare you accept my challenge?”
This voice echoed throughout the Skyrite Mountains, reverberating in the heavens. Even Delia and Wade, originally in the gorge, heard this voice calling out to Linley. Worried, they all flew out.
Everyone looked at Linley, waiting for Linley to respond.
“Linley, don’t go fight.” Gislason said softly.
“Linley.” Delia had already flown out. Linley nodded towards Delia, then smiled.
At this time, the voice turned satirical. “You don’t even have the courage to fight one on one. Hmph!” Mocking, disdainful words. Despite that, however, quite a few people on the enemy side were staring at Linley, waiting to see his reaction.
“Bebe, Delia, Wade. Let’s go back.” Linley just smiled calmly, then turned and left.
Linley could tell that the eight great clans clearly wanted to incite him to go out and do battle. But after the previous experience, where six major experts had attacked him en ma.s.se, Linley had come to an understanding. The eight great clans wanted to kill him very much. “If I go accept a challenge now, that isn’t valor, that’s idiocy.”
Seeing Linley fly into the inner regions of the Skyrite Mountains, the Patriarchs and Elders of the enemy clans couldn’t help but feel resigned. “Just now, when all of you attacked without killing Linley, I knew that Linley would definitely grow cautious. To force him to come out now…difficult!” A deep, rumbling voice rang out.
“There’s no point to saying these things now!”
The eight Patriarchs were filled with regret. They had the perfect chance just then, but they had missed it. Kill Linley now? Linley wouldn’t be so impulsive as to give them the chance!
Within the Skyrite Mountains. The great gorge. Three days had gone by since the eight great clans had moved over. During the past three times, the eight great clans had especially arranged for a group of people who, working in s.h.i.+fts, spent their entire time cursing, insulting, and mocking the Four Divine Beasts clan. Of course, they would occasionally have to rest, but the majority of the time in each day was spent cursing and mocking.
It seemed as though mocking the Four Divine Beasts clan was a source of amus.e.m.e.nt for them.
And of course, they would call out some Elders and clan leaders by name, including Gislason and the other three clan leaders, as well as Linley. These names were often singled out for ridicule. Even though Linley knew that this was a treacherous plot by the enemy side, Linley still grew infuriated upon hearing it.
“Linley, during this period of time, you must not go out, no matter what.” Gislason instructed him solemnly.
Linley laughed bitterly and nodded. “Patriarch, don’t worry. I understand. Only, to tell the truth…” Linley could still clearly hear the constant mockery and insults drifting down from above. The eight great clans had already spent three days here at the borders of the Skyrite Mountains.
“To be insulted like this…anybody, no matter how good their temper is, will be furious.” Linley said somberly.
“In the past few days, quite a few of our clansmen were unable to endure it any longer, and they went to battle the eight great clans on the dueling platform.” Gislason let out a sigh. “When one’s rage reaches a certain level, one might not be able to endure it. These clansmen will even ignore the orders of their Patriarch and go do battle. But the eight great clans have held to their word as well; the fights have all been one against one. However, the results of the duels have actually been slightly favorable to our side.” Gislason, when saying these words, felt rather helpless as well.
The clansmen were going all out, but the experts of the clan weren’t able to overcome the enemy.
The battles of the Infernal Realm relied on supreme experts.
Linley understood that this was a gloomy subject, so he changed the topic. “Right, Patriarch. That day, when you saved me, you were able to block that Sovereign scimitar artifact. Are those black gloves of yours also Sovereign artifacts?”
“No.”
Gislason shook his head. “I don’t have any weapon-type Sovereign artifacts. The Lord Prefect gifted me with this set of black gloves. They are G.o.dspark weapons.”
“G.o.dspark weapons?” Linley’s eyes lit up.
Bebe had a G.o.dspark weapon as well. Divine sparks were indestructibly tough, and so G.o.dspark weapons naturally were extraordinary.
“Sovereign artifacts are nourished by Sovereigns. Sovereigns contain astonis.h.i.+ng levels of energy in their body, and so Sovereign artifacts have terrifying attack power. G.o.dspark weapons, however, don’t actually have much energy in them. But they do have one strong point; their toughness!” Gislason laughed. “By relying on this G.o.dspark weapon, I am able to block even Sovereign artifacts. Still, that day, that wind-type Sovereign scimitar really was too frighteningly powerful. Even I only dared to rely on knocking it sideways and borrowing its own momentum, rather than taking it head on. After all, G.o.dspark weapons, compared to Sovereign artifacts, are still slightly inferior.”
Linley nodded.
Perhaps in terms of toughness, G.o.dspark weapons weren’t inferior to Sovereign artifacts. But Sovereign artifacts were formed from large amounts of Sovereign’s power nurturing them over countless years. Their attack power was simply too frighteningly great.
“If you have the chance, you should ask for a G.o.dspark weapon from the Lord Prefect as well. I trust the Lord Prefect would give you one.” Gislason laughed. “The power of your ‘Blackstone s.p.a.ce’ is indeed great, but your attack power is still a little weak. With a G.o.dspark weapon, you will be much stronger.”
Linley couldn’t help but feel stirred.
He had already witnessed the toughness of a G.o.dspark weapon for himself; it was far harder than even his own draconic scales.
“Don’t these people grow tired?” Gislason frowned, raising his head to stare into the distance.
“Four Pests clans, why is it that you have only sent ordinary HighG.o.ds? Where are the Elders? You let all these minor figures come out to fight, while the Elders all hide like cowards. Haha…” Mocking laughter drifted in from outside.
Linley couldn’t help but furrow his brow in anger.
Although he was able to forcibly restrain his anger, he was still annoyed when hearing these things. When one grew annoyed, one would become irritable as well.
“Endure for a few more days. The clan is currently carving out an enormous magic formation that will form a giant elemental barrier. By then, all sound will be blocked out between the outside world and us.” Gislason said helplessly. Being constantly a.s.saulted by those voices was a form of torture.
In the air above the Skyrite Mountains, an enormous elemental barrier had taken form. No matter what the forces of the eight great clans were saying, the clansmen were unable to hear it. But although they couldn’t hear it…everyone still felt unhappy.
This sort of action was akin to just holding their hands over their ears. They felt humiliated!
“The final bottleneck of the Profound Mysteries of Vitality truly is hard to break through.” Linley sat in the meditative stance atop a gra.s.sy area. Linley had been seizing every moment, wanting to reach mastery in the Profound Mysteries of Vitality, so as to become a HighG.o.d.”
In the past few days, although at first, the eight great clans had continued their insults and mockery, the clan had erected that enormous magic formation, sealing off all sound.
These things caused Linley to constantly feel a suppressed rage in his heart.
“Boss.” Suddenly, Bebe’s voice rang out. “Grandpa came.”
Linley opened his eyes. He saw that in mid-air, Beirut, Bebe, and Phusro were flying down. Beirut had that perpetual smile on his face. Linley immediately stood up, walking forward to greet them.
“Linley, you are actually able to keep calm, eh?” Beirut chortled.
“What other choice do I have, other than keep calm?” Linley said helplessly.
“Aren’t they holding one-on-one duels outside? Why don’t you go?” Phusro asked with curiosity, while Linley said resignedly, “Phusro, those eight great clans are definitely fixated on killing me. In addition…I’m still a bit too weak. I’m not a match for those eight Patriarchs.”
Phusro laughed. “I have to tell you, if you don’t go now, in the future, it’ll be hard for you to find another opportunity like this.”
“What do you mean?” Linley asked disbelievingly.
In the future, he wouldn’t have a chance to go out and fight? Linley looked suspiciously at Beirut and Phusro. “Lord Beirut, what are you two…?”
“It is about time for this noisesome performance to come to an end.” Beirut laughed calmly. “Come. Take me to your Patriarch.”
“Grandpa, the Patriarch doesn’t know that you are here?” Bebe was rather astonished.
Phusro laughed resignedly. “Your Grandpa wanted to see you right away, so he flew over here directly…those patrolling warriors recognize myself and Beirut, so they didn’t dare stop us.” Just as they spoke, several whoos.h.i.+ng sounds rang out.
“Lord Prefect.” Gislason and several others flew over.
“Lord Prefect, you should have informed me that you were coming. I would’ve gone to welcome you.” Gislason said with a laugh.
Beirut just laughed calmly. “Enough, Gislason. Hurry up and give the order to your Elders as well as important clansmen. Have them all be summoned here. Today, I will help your Four Divine Beasts clan and the eight great clans resolve the bonds of enmity and hatred that have ensnared you.”
Gislason was stunned, and the Elders behind him were stunned as well.
In recent days, especially after the eight great clans had moved to the Skyrite Mountains, Gislason and the others had long ago begun to feel exhausted from the ongoing mental pressure. None of them knew…when this would come to an end.
Sometimes, they too wanted to act as those ordinary clansmen had. To go crazy, and to go battle against the enemy!
But they were clan leaders and Elders. They had to consider what was in the best interests of the clan!
The pressure of carrying these heavy burdens had nearly driven them mad.
“Lord Prefect, you…what did you just say?” Gislason stuttered.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted me to do?” Beirut laughed calmly.
A look of wild joy appeared on Gislason’s face. With a ‘bang’ sound, he actually fell heavily to his knees, his eyes glistening with tears. “Lord Prefect, I…our Four Divine Beasts clan will never forget the kindness you have shown us!” Involuntary tears came to the eyes of the Elders behind him as well.
“Hurry up and go invite the other three clan leaders. Have the Grand Elder and the others come as well.” Gislason hurriedly instructed.
“Yes, Patriarch!”
These Elders were moving with vigor and purpose now.
Linley just stared sideways at Beirut, who turned and looked back at him. “Linley, why are you looking at me like this?”
“I…I somewhat can’t believe it.” Linley still felt as though he were in a dream.
Although n.o.body in the eight great clans was capable of overcoming Beirut, still…the clan had multiple Sovereign’s Emissaries. If Beirut was going to force them to resolve their hatred with each other…wasn’t this going to cause a huge amount of trouble for him?
“Patriarch! Terrible news!” A figure flew over at high speed. “The Grand Elder, the Grand Elder, she’s gone to the dueling platform. She’s currently battling against the forces of the eight great clans!”
“What?!”
Gislason instantly grew frantic.
“Let’s go have a look.” Beirut just laughed as he spoke.