Chapter 323: Section 111: Fortunate Survival
The God of Truth was originally a deity of the Human Race, but because of rebellion, he angered the Holy Emperor.
The God of Truth fell into a trap and was lured out of the Divine Country.
The Holy Emperor took action himself!
It was said that the battle was so fierce that the heavens shattered and the vast ocean overturned.
A corner of the Holy Bright Continent completely vanished, and the nearby highlands became a low-lying swamp.
As the God of Truth faced his imminent downfall, he gouged out his own eyes and then, with reckless abandon, threw himself at the Holy Emperor.
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Although the Holy Emperor thoroughly killed the God of Truth, he missed the opportunity to capture the God of Truth’s eyes as they transformed into shooting stars and flew away.
The war is described in detail in the dogma of the Holy sects. Post-war, many bards, composers, and musicians also created many works in praise of the Holy Emperor’s might and the regret of the God of Truth’s fall.
“Unexpectedly, they are the pupils of the God of Truth!”
“Ever since the fall of the God of Truth, the Holy Emperor has been sending people around the world to collect these eyes.”
“And now, unexpectedly, one of them is in my hand.”
As to how the Barbarian elder came to possess it, the Cold Sky Splitter, Zhao Ya, had no idea.
“It is said… that the Truth Divine Pupil can discern the ultimate truth and see through all falsehoods.”
“If that’s the case, then I understand the real nature of the Mei Lan temple.”
Zhao Ya’s eyes shone with brilliance as he lifted the Truth Divine Pupil high.
From the pupil burst forth Divine Light that shone in all directions. Under that light, the magnificent temple began to crumble, like an illusion slowly fading away.
Boom…
As Divine Light continuously shone, the damaged temple began to tremble, making a deep rumbling noise.
The vibrations had not yet reached the corridor of the Underwater Temple.
The Golden Level Undead Mage, ship ghost, was panting heavily.
He was dressed in a Silver Level Magic Robe and held a Silver Level Magic Wand in his hand, its tip pointed at a tomb.
Entirely made of bones, the tomb had almost completely shut.
Through the final gap, Huang could see the Sea Elf Commander’s clone’s face filled with unwillingness and rage.
Click.
A soft noise sounded, and the mound of bones finally closed completely, utterly suppressing a Sea Elf Commander’s clone!
Undead Magic—Bone Tomb Technique!
This was created by fusing two Undead Magics: Bone Wall and Bone Hand Cage.
Huang witnessed the entire casting process and silently praised, “Ship ghost’s talent is stunning, his casting skills are superb—it’s beyond me.”
“But being noticed and taken as an apprentice by that person and being granted a badge, his talent certainly can’t be lacking!”
Once ship ghost solidified the Bone Tomb for a moment and confirmed the suppression was a success, he exhaled a breath of stale air and said to Huang with a smile, “Thank you for lending me your Magic Wand and Robe.”
After this battle, he felt greatly favorable towards Huang.
Not only was he one of their own, but Huang had also lent his equipment without hesitation, showing decisiveness and trust.
The Undead Mage, ship ghost, had always cultivated alone, and although he knew his mentor had other apprentices, he had never made contact or even connection with anyone else.
Huang was the first “own people” he had met.
One whose tastes were very similar to his own.
Huang smiled at ship ghost, “Brother, keep using these items. They can play a much bigger role in your hands than in mine.”
Ship ghost nodded, “Alright. Follow me next, I will protect you. Our identities have been exposed already, and this is the Mei Lan Temple—not a place to linger. We must retreat quickly!”
Huang frowned slightly, “I still have some companions…”
Ship ghost shook his head, “There’s no time to save them, let’s escape first!”
“Where do you think you are escaping to?” A stern shout suddenly came.
Both Undead Mages turned to look and their faces immediately changed drastically.
Before dealing with Zong Ge, one of the Sea Elf Commander’s clones had already rushed over to provide support.
“Step back!” commanded the ship ghost, stepping forward to engage in combat.
Cang Xu complied like water flowing downhill, steadily retreating far back to observe the battle from a distance.
The ship ghost and the second Sea Elf Commander’s clone clashed.
Both sides were equally matched, and for a moment, they were locked in a standoff.
The Sea Elf Commander practiced magic, fighting energy, and divine arts in unison, with a rich array of unpredictable tactics.
The ship ghost, having acquired two new pieces of equipment, no longer had any weaknesses, and the Undead Mage’s unique and strange abilities often caught opponents off-guard.
Cang Xu watched the battle closely, with absolutely no intention of intervening.
As a mere Black Iron Level, rash involvement might attract the Sea Elf Commander’s clone to attack him, which would be a very costly mistake.
After all, the ship ghost’s rescue might not always come in time.
Cang Xu also had no intention of lending his magic book to the ship ghost.
Silver Level robes and staffs were standard issue, and the person who recruited apprentices would teach them the same manufacturing methods.
But magic books were different.
The number of pages in a magic book and the spells each page contained were determined by the mage who created it.
Therefore, while he could lend robes and staffs to the ship ghost, lending the magic book would instantly raise the latter’s suspicion and doubt.
“This will probably be a long-term battle!” Cang Xu thought to himself as he watched.
He clearly remembered the ship ghost letting slip a key piece of information just now—he had been a Silver Mage three years ago.
“That’s impossible!”
“The timing doesn’t add up.”
The various items rummaged from the underwater chamber proved that the ship ghost, when he disguised himself as a cultist and left, was definitely at the Silver Level.
The identity of the ship ghost was also certain.
His appearance, build, and so on all matched the information in the toad safe.
“Three years… there’s no need for the ship ghost to lie to me about this.”
“Why would it be three years?”
“It’s only been two or three months.”
“Something is wrong!”
Just then, the vibrations from the temple reached him.
The underwater corridor shook continuously, like an earthquake.
The trembling quickly intensified, giving Cang Xu the sense that it was about to collapse.
“What’s going on?!” Both the fighting Undead Mage ship ghost and the Sea Elf Commander’s clone were taken by surprise.
Their offensive slowed.
The next moment, the Undead Mage’s eyes widened in astonishment as he saw the Sea Elf clone gradually dissipating, like mist or foam!
“What in the world happened?” The Undead Mage suddenly turned his head to look at the Bone Tomb he had constructed.
He could feel that the Sea Elf Commander’s clone sealed inside had also vanished.
“Could it be that the time limit of the clone’s divine art had been reached?” Cang Xu hurried back to the ship ghost’s side.
The ship ghost suddenly gasped, exclaiming in shock.
He looked at his own body in utter amazement as his aura rapidly changed, falling from the Gold Level to the Silver Level!
Meanwhile, on another battlefield.
Zong Ge’s injuries were severe, and he was unconscious.
“Struggling is futile, you’ll eventually die by my hand,” the Sea Elf clone said to Zong Ge as he beheaded him with his blade.
The moment the blade touched Zong Ge’s neck, it began to fade, and eventually, like the Sea Elf Commander’s clone, it quietly vanished without a trace.