Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1270: Reality Bites! (3)

The Myth of Inferno instantly frowned as the atmosphere in the chamber suddenly rose a few degrees as he looked at the Myth of Black Archer, who had been silent since the beginning of this expectation, and suddenly unleashed this grave news.

“Myth of Black Archer, are you certain?” He questioned with a hint of doubt, “After all, if the Myth of Reverend really leaves, he should’ve said something to me, the commander-in-chief. But instead, he told you? Perhaps there’s an explanation behind this?”

Jacob looked at Myth of Inferno impassively and replied curtly, “I think you got it wrong, Sir Inferno. The Myth of Reverend never told me he was leaving, much less give me an explanation. After all, if he had told me about it, it wouldn’t be a furtive exit now, would it?”

Everyone’s expression darkened as they all understood what Myth of Black Archer was trying to imply, and instantly felt a bad feeling rising in their hearts because if the Myth of Reverend really snuck away without their notice, then what was he up to!

The Myth of Thunder’s expression went rigid as lightning crackled on his body erratically, “Fellow Black Archer, forgive my disbelief in your claim because if the Myth of Reverend really wants to depart while avoiding being noticed, then I don’t think even you would be able to detect it!”

The Myth of Thunder’s words instantly made everyone’s eyes shine with realization because even they didn’t sense anything, so how could the Myth of Black Archer detect the Myth of Reverend’s furtive exit?

Jacob merely shrugged his shoulders as he dismissively replied, “I’m not saying you have to believe me. Just wait for the results, I was just trying to save us some time.”

Silence descended again as no one questioned the Myth of Black Archer again because now they were all waiting for the reply from the second prime fleet, since there was no need to fret over this as long as the Myth of Reverend’s whereabouts could be accounted for.

Yet a seed of discomfort and doubt has been planted in everyone’s heart, which made the Quasi-Myths’ minds somewhat anxious and inattentive.

“Hehehe~, you’ve handled it well. Now their negligence will bring them nightmares!’ Nyx’s lively and elated voice sounded in Jacob’s head.

Jacob didn’t react, remaining impassive, but the sudden disruption and telling them the truth about the Myth of Reverend’s absence were meant to help Nyx effortlessly plant the nightmare seeds in their dreamscape realms.

Moreover, Jacob had another reason to use this information beyond mental distortion.

At this moment, the communication portal activated again, and the voice on the other side sounded with a hint of grimness, “Sir, we failed to locate Lord Myth of Reverend anywhere within the fleet. I’ve also contacted others, but they hadn’t seen or heard from him either. Currently, his whereabouts are unknown!”

The entire chamber instantly turned cold as they all couldn’t help but glance at the Myth of Black Archer before looking at the Myth of Inferno with clear doubts and a hint of panic.

After all, the Myth of the Reverend was their backbone since the Myth of the Oracle hadn’t descended with them, and the former’s importance was even more than the latter’s because of its mysterious quirks.

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Far away from the Undead Skyfall Canyons, the endless gray mist drifted silently over the abandoned wasteland.

At this moment, without fluctuations, spatial ripples, or aura leaking into the surroundings, a figure quietly materialized above an inconspicuous stealth warship concealed beneath layers upon layers of formations.

The Myth of Reverend stood in complete silence, and the gentle smile that never seemed to leave his face was gone, as his expression was utterly emotionless.

His usually jolly eyes slowly transformed, and the warm pupils melted away, replaced by two ethereal golden-blue serpentine eyes whose vertical slits radiated an indescribable power.

The surrounding concealment formations, the camouflage, illusion arrays, and the anti-detection barriers, every single layer became meaningless beneath that gaze. His eyes swept through the vessel, and then they stopped.

“…”

The entire ship was empty, as not a single trace of life remained inside, and even the faint residual warmth had almost completely dispersed.

After several silent breaths, a faint sigh escaped him.

“So, he finally decided to abandon it and take his precious playthings with him.” But there was no disappointment in his voice, only quiet acknowledgment, “…As expected.”

For someone capable of spying the Undead Skyfall, and even accurately pinpointing the real Cursed One, abandoning a useful shelter the moment it became compromised was almost instinctive.

If anything, had Nelson remained here after finding out about the hidden tracker left behind by him, the Myth of Reverend would’ve been far more surprised.

His eyes slowly closed. “But it changes nothing. I shall simply return to the old ways.”

A faint golden-blue glow appeared around his wrist, and ancient glyphs surfaced one after another before intertwining into a crystalline bracelet. A translucent serpent bit its own tail, and between its jaws rested the exquisite hourglass with golden-blue sands that flowed endlessly within.

This time, the serpent moved as its crystalline body slowly revolved once around the hourglass, and the flowing sands abruptly froze before an invisible ripple spread outward.

The Myth of Reverend quietly waited, and then his eyes suddenly narrowed as he immediately turned toward a single direction.

“…”

The smile on his face disappeared completely. “The Undead Skyfall Canyons…”

For the first time, his expression became somewhat complicated.

“My objective was never the God of Hollow Undead.” He softly muttered, “So long as that ancient monster remained asleep beneath its seal, I had no intention of disturbing it.”

Myth of Reverend knew that killing the God Hollow Undead was impossible, and that thought had never crossed his mind.

After all, the God Hollow Undead was perhaps the last existence he or his backer wished to provoke. Not because “He” was the strongest, but because “He” was impossible to kill, even his ‘Lord’ warned him about it.

Even if every Quasi-Myth inside the Legendary Plains gathered together, even if they exhausted every treasure they possessed, and even if the sealed God never resisted, destroying “Him” would still remain nothing more than a fantasy.

The difficulty was even more absurd than crossing the Universal Void and ascending into the Upper Plains as a Quasi-Myth.

That was why everything he had told the Mythical Coalition had only one purpose. To create enough chaos and draw everyone’s attention, which will then allow him to quietly pursue his true prey, nothing more.

To do this, he needed Nelson, but now, that cunning fellow appeared to have voluntarily entered the den of something even he preferred to avoid!