Chapter 82 Hatred Across Time and Space

Luck may sound ethereal, but it is undeniably real. Outside, a desperate struggle raged like a cruel realm of asura, yet here lay an aura of utter serenity, resembling a secluded paradise.

They had separated through inexplicable twists of fate and arrived here by similarly unfathomable means. Yet how overwhelmingly immense was the fortune behind these two inexplicable events? The individuals concerned remained entirely oblivious to it.

After Wu Yue's group parted ways, Yu Fu and Hou Baiyu happened to stay together. The two of them had been bickering the entire way until they stumbled upon this place.

It was a small grove filled with all sorts of bizarre trees. The two wandered aimlessly through the woods, thoroughly bored. Upholding the principle that idleness is the root of boredom, and eating is better than doing nothing, Yu Fu casually plucked a leaf and popped it into his mouth. To his surprise, it tasted rather pleasant. Hou Baiyu watched quietly for a long time, and upon confirming that Yu Fu showed no signs of dying from poison, he too decided to join in this lavish feast.

Indeed. While people outside were slaughtering one another, these two were debating which leaf tasted better. Their debate was quite heated, too.

Then came the onset of the magic-suppression zone. Feeling the changes within his body, Hou Baiyu panicked slightly. Yu Fu calmly patted Hou Baiyu's shoulder and said with a profound air, "Don't be afraid. It doesn't actually matter whether you have magic power or not."

The words were phrased tactfully, but paired with Yu Fu's signature look, it only left Hou Baiyu filled with grief and indignation. Yet it was the absolute truth. He was already severely injured, and then misfortune had been added to injury. Although those intelligent robots had helped a little earlier, he remained critically wounded. At best, the Ascension-Dispelling Powder in his body had been temporarily alleviated.

What else was there to ponder? They might as well just enjoy eating leaves—who knew, perhaps these were some sort of precious treasures after all.

Next came the life tokens and the execution order. Seeing two iron plates appear out of nowhere, the two of them evenly split the spoils, one for each.

Just as the faintest sprout of bad luck began to show, seven other people also arrived at the location. But before the two could even make a move, the execution order triggered, and all seven individuals burst apart instantly, leaving no suspense whatsoever.

Such was the boundless fortune they enjoyed.

Wu Yue lay sprawled face down on the ground, looking as good as dead. Blood stained his clothes and the surrounding floorboards completely. In such a state, let alone delivering a finishing blow, people wouldn't even spare him a second glance.

His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, stubbornly refusing to open. Seemingly growing accustomed to the pain throughout his body, Wu Yue slowly regained consciousness from his slumber and twitched a finger slightly.

A sudden, sharp pain in his chest acted as an extremely effective catalyst, accelerating the process of fully waking up. Wu Yue snapped his eyes open, cold sweat pouring down and mixing with dried blood, presenting an indescribably ferocious appearance.

Only then did he truly understand the meaning of small troubles paling before major ones; the pain he had felt earlier was practically nothing. Fortunately, while this wave of agony arrived in a rush, it departed just as swiftly. Once the pain receded, a profound wave of weakness took its place.

He felt as though he had lost something, but his mind, still slightly sluggish from just waking up, could not for the life of him remember what it was.

As his consciousness gradually trickled back, Wu Yue suddenly realized that his genetic fusion with the Frost Dragon seemed to have succeeded after all. His vitality was simply too tenacious.

Far away in a distant otherworldly realm, a stone tower pierced the clouds. The area surrounding the tower was packed with people, all prostrating themselves on the ground in fanatical devotion. Many had even fainted from exhaustion, showing that they had been kneeling there for quite some time.

At the very peak of this stone tower sat the three supreme existences of this world.

The three sat in a triangular formation. One of them was a human female. Although she merely draped a white robe over her shoulders, she still exuded an undeniable nobility. Beside her lay a slender sword and a scepter.

On her left was a white-furred werewolf. Instead of looking ferocious like a beast, he appeared radiating with wisdom. With his eyes tightly closed and his head lowered, he cradled a black crystal ball in his claws. The crystal ball vibrated faintly, reflecting the turbulent heart of the werewolf.

On the right was a merman—or rather, a merrow elder. Her lower half was a dazzling fish tail, while her upper body was human. Her face was covered in wrinkles, bearing witness to untold ages of life. At that moment, she held a blue wooden staff, occasionally sending ripples through the surrounding space.

Between the three of them lay a pile of ordinary-looking stones, casually tossed together as if by chance.

"The National Preceptor said the gates of the Divine Realm would open within these seven days. Today is already the seventh day," the human female said.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty," the werewolf replied. His answer seemed somewhat detached from the question, yet the human female merely nodded and said, "Naturally, I trust the two of you."

"The non-aggression pact among the Human, Beast, and Sea clans remains valid for a thousand years," the merrow elder said slowly, her voice indeed sounding overwhelmingly ancient.

"Good," the Empress drew a deep breath. "I also wish to see what the Divine Realm truly looks like, that it is worth our subjects making sacrifices generation after generation."

Such words bordered on heresy, so the other two entities remained silent.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the peak of the tower, plunging directly into the pile of stones between the three.

"Wolf King!" The Empress simultaneously picked up her scepter. White light radiated from the scepter, surging into the stones as well.

The black crystal ball slowly floated into the air. Rays of light emerged from the stones, and the black crystal ball swallowed every last trace of them without leaving a fragment. The werewolf also stood up, seemingly chanting some sort of prayer as cracks began to spread across the surface of the crystal ball.

The entire stone tower began to emit a brilliant glow, and the zealots at the base of the tower started to chant in unison. Beams of light rose from their bodies, melting into the structure of the tower.

Among the stones in the center of the three, the first one shattered. The merrow elder gripped her wooden staff tightly, her eyes bursting with dazzling light.

Stealing the coordinates of the Divine Realm to forge a portal—such a brief statement, yet how immense was the audacity, how sheer the madness behind it! What did the Divine Realm truly look like? This had been the obsessive obsession of countless otherworldly beings, and today, it was about to become reality!

Light enveloped the stone tower, so no one noticed that cracks had already begun to riddle the tower itself. Finally, as the third stone shattered, a tiny ring of light appeared.

"O Sea God, please grant direction to your children! Let us feel your warmth, and let our enemies experience your wrath. My father, please bestow power upon me!" The merrow elder swept her tail forcefully, and her brilliant fish tail burst with radiance.

At that very moment, miles and miles away, the distant ocean churned with towering waves. Every time the wooden staff in the merrow elder's hand sent a ripple into the ring of light, the waters of the ocean receded slightly. This monumental action, this heaven-defying plan, was consuming the collective power of all living beings in the entire otherworldly realm.

The ring of light grew larger and larger, overlapping in concentric circles until it became overwhelmingly complex.

The Empress slowly released her grip on the scepter, then picked up the longsword from the ground.

Clutching it tightly, she stepped into the ring of light, never looking back. Behind her remained two pairs of expectant gazes.

Yet inexplicably, she thought of her older brother, toward whom she had maintained an attitude of chilling indifference during her coronation ceremony over two hundred years ago.

Kyle, my brother, are you well?