A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1260: Chapter 1261: Sacred Corpse Statue

The Ashblade Chief appears as an old tree root, resembling a frazzled old man with disheveled hair.

However, at this moment, this elder who once led the ten blades had lost his previous splendor, and when questioned by the red-eyed dwarf, he could only look at Wuren with a bitter expression. This immediately made Wuren sense something was amiss and he quickly glanced towards the Skeleton Throne.

At this moment, there was a humanoid creature sitting there without any power fluctuations, quietly overlooking him.

Yet just before, the Ash King was the one sitting there, and he had only just left!

It was chilling!

Clearly, it seemed like something that didn’t even reach the Level 1 Biological Tier, a humble ant that could be crushed by his foot. Yet, under the gaze of those Three-Colored Light Eyes and six pairs of strange compound eyes, there was an ominous sense of being sucked in. The red-eyed green-skinned dwarf wanted to flee, but every instinct in its body clamored that it must not escape.

”Geh-geh-geh-geh, the Dimensional Gate Practitioner, what is that? I wondered why that guy was so formidable, he almost got away. I thought there were some remarkable strong players hidden here besides the Ash King, but it turns out it was just by chance.”

Green sat on the Skeleton Throne. Since this throne was somewhat large, there was no sense of dignity or majesty with Green seated upon it.

Gulp.

The old tree root swallowed, speaking in a deep voice: ”At the end of the Dimensional Esophagus Bone Continent, where the Dimensional Gap phenomena and Temporal Storms enshroud it year-round, there’s a rumored Dimensional Gate connecting to the Dimensional Gap. No exiles have ever breached it. It’s said that only by offering up the blood of enough mighty beings after a dimensional battle can the Dimensional Gap phenomena there be pacified.”

The old tree root continued: ”As for the Ninth Blade whom you killed, it’s very likely a Dimensional Gate Practitioner, a peculiar being born by chance at the intersection of the Dimensional Gap and the Temporal Storm. All Dimensional Gate Practitioners share the trait of being unafraid of Dimensional Gap rules and Temporal Storms.”

Hearing the old tree root’s explanation, Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes flickered.

Rules-based life forms born from the Dimensional Esophagus?

Nodding, Green waved a hand at the old tree root, speaking in a deep and indifferent tone: ”I’ve gathered enough blood food thanks to your efforts. You’ve done well; you may leave.”

The old tree root Ashblade Chief beamed with joy and left in large strides, not caring about the red-eyed dwarf’s fate. Meanwhile, Green shifted the gaze of his Three-Colored Light Eyes to the dwarf.

”As for you, I need your illusion-breaking eye for my Face of Truth Phase Nineteen project research, so...”

As Green spoke, he was about to act, but the ensuing scene made him pause, looking at the dwarf with slight surprise.

The dwarf forcibly gouged out one of his own eyes, allowing blood to drip continuously between the eye socket and fingers, the red-eyed dwarf kneeling on one knee and bowing his head, holding the red eyeball aloft.

”Since you need this eye, I shall offer it to you!”

The hall was eerily quiet and oppressive. After a while, the dwarf gritted his teeth and said loudly: ”If one eye isn’t enough, then the other eye too...”

”Geh-geh-geh-geh, interesting. Since you actively offer and choose to submit to the Wizard’s Will, I shall be generous. Remember, this is the Wizard’s gift to you.”

Green chuckled strangely, shortening the distance between steps, arriving before the dwarf from the Skeleton Throne in one step. After collecting the dwarf’s eyeball, he casually tossed a Philosopher’s Stone and left the hall.

In the hall, the red-eyed dwarf trembled with fear, gazing at the Philosopher’s Stone left by Green with his remaining crimson eye. A moment later, a joyful cry echoed.

”Thank you for the great Wizard’s gift!”

The Green Truth Mask had reached such a level that the addition of the illusion-breaking eye capability for the nineteenth phase project provided negligible assistance; Green was merely driven by instinct.

However, the relatively favorable living environment in this gathering place meant the exiles’ mental state was much stronger compared to those from other gathering places.

Thus, there would never be a situation like at the Coffin of Hope Gathering Place, slaughtering Dominators at all costs.

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The sacred corpse statue is the oldest existence in Ash City, one of the true powerhouses in the deepest illusory layers of the Dimensional Esophagus.

Perhaps slightly inferior to the Demon Dolls, yet not something the ordinary Casket Ascenders or Predators could compare to. More importantly, Green discovered that the entire Ash City was the domain of this sacred corpse statue.

The azure patterns on the sacred corpse statue had already merged with the whole of Ash City, which was as vast as half of the Coffin of Hope, the amount of power it could gather was conceivable.

This domain must consume an astronomical amount of resources, much stronger than the Silk Underworld Palace.

The reason Green was so concerned about this sacred corpse statue was that he discovered through the Face of Truth that this sacred corpse statue was not a living entity but a shell controlled by a mysterious frequency!

In recollection, this feeling was very similar to the Skynet avatars like the Trick Crystal Terminator and Black Terminator from far-off memories, but this remote control seemed cruder in comparison, something the Level Five Wizard Green at the time found hard to discern or judge.

”You’re here.”

Hidden within the Robe of Appearances, Green had just explored into the sleeping chamber of this sacred corpse statue when the low and calm voice of the sacred corpse statue resonated, as if it was to be expected.

Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes gazed towards an altar in the hall, startled by the giant eye that had manifested on the altar.

”Geh-geh-geh-geh, this supposed altar for communicating with void life is just a ruse by Ash City, a group of cricket boxes toyed with in the palm of the great you, yet completely unaware.”

This was actually a great Dominator that could cross the real and the Spectral Space-Time, using the sacred corpse statue as a remote host for their will!

Such power as this had never been heard of.

It was feared that its true power within the Endless World was terrifyingly strong.

Yet, Green did not need to be concerned, as this was after all separated by the distant space-time of reality and illusion. This Dominator posed no threat to him, and the reason the sacred corpse statue needed long-term slumber was likely because the space-time distortion between deep illusion and reality shattered the connection between the two.

As for this host of the will’s descent, the sacred corpse statue itself, Green had no interest at all.

”Mighty exile, I am the Plane Supervisor. This host of will’s descent and Ash City hold important significance for me; you may name your terms to leave Ash City.”

This Dominator’s cross-dimensional will had actually taken the initiative to ask Green to name his conditions.

Plane Supervisor?

Important significance?

Leaving a will vessel in the Dimensional Esophagus, Ash City’s sacrifices were probably just to satisfy some sacrifice conditions for the Plane Checker’s descent!

And the meaning of monitoring the Dimensional Esophagus...

Green was shocked, incredulously saying: ”You are waiting for the Dimensional War! You are observing the trends of the Truth of Destiny outside the box through the Dimensional War. You are a master of the foundation of civilization!”

The hall was silent for quite a while, as if this powerful Dominator was stunned by Green’s wisdom.

”Truth of Destiny? Is that what you call the ripple of great momentum? I never expected you could observe this far. Not bad, little one. What do you need to cease interfering with Ash City?”

”Knowledge! Your knowledge! The knowledge of how your will can pierce through reality and illusion to descend!”

Green eagerly spoke.

”Heh-heh, the will’s descent into the Illusory World is the foundation of the Plane Supervisor’s civilization, not the knowledge you seek. Forget it; this Chronostorm Stone is for you. Don’t return to Ash City anymore!”

As he spoke, a gray stone was thrown to Green by the sacred corpse statue.

”Alright!”

Feeling the concentrated Temporal Storm power within, Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes narrowed, and he agreed at once.

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