Mystical Journey

He was Nonosiva.

One of the top two strongest at the Regent Level, as well as a general under the Red Moon King. He was also the older brother of Baylon, the first Royal Star, and one of the victims destined to be sacrificed in the Battle of Ice Age.

In the Battle of Ice Age, opposing the Red King was the general of the White King sect, who captured the Red King’s relatives. Nonosiva fought hard against the army yet he was still killed on the spot.

The entire Energy Machinist organization was long broken up before this. After Mother Planet was defeated by the strongest White King, the Three Major Metropolis were massacred, only a limited amount of resources and a few lucky ones survived. The entire Energy Machinist had yet to recover from the setback.

Regent Levels successively began to drop and only the top two strongest at the Regent Level continued scrambling for power within the two Star Clouds. However, nobody expected the two strongest regents to be just ordinary twenty-year-old youngsters.

The White King was a Finite youngling, both dignified and graceful, but weak.

Meanwhile, grown-up Clint was the Red Moon King!!

Witnessing the extremely horrific battle scenes flash before him, Garen was shocked, everyone powerful whom he once knew was fallen in the ghastly catastrophe.

As he took a glimpse into the future of the Energy Machinists, he saw the Three Major Metropolis all ruined.

“This… and what I saw in Totem World…” Garen recalled the exact same images he saw back then. He vaguely understood that this was perhaps his true talent and power working. It had nothing to with attributing points or his Skill Pane, but the scariest thing was that he could see the future!

Besides the Three Major Metropolis in the Mother Planet, Energy Machinists in other places were not equal to Pilots. After all, although they were known to have high status, besides lacking support from the elite powerhouses, there were no Regent Levels either.

This was the most important point as there were at least five Pilot Regent Levels that appeared in the future.

This could also seal the Energy Machinists’ fate as a tragedy.

As Garen immersed himself in the tremendous future, staring at the unfamiliar events play out before him, he soon recovered from the shock he had earlier on and became much calmer.

“In the future… Only Pilots exist in the world… Pilots will be the one who determines the direction of the world…” Garen saw the final results which simply could not be changed. This was the final outcome of myriads of destinies, of various cause and effects.

In a battle between two Energy Machinists devoted to combat, Energy Machinery and other manufacture or maintenance skills, one who concentrates on something out of the battle would be doomed.

Garen stared hard and finally saw some subtle details regarding his future.

A hundred and sixty-three years, after the Battle of Ice Age was started, the White King conspired to engulf both entire Star Regions. Whether it was the Finite People, humans, or the other various races, they all fell into his trap.

The Hunters sent by the White King were all men from the Royal Cavaliers of the Light of Freedom. The Light of Freedom was formed by five Royal Knights. A Royal Knight was the second-ranked general under the White King. Besides Royal Stars, Royal Knights were just right below, who also served as one of the White King’s elite troops.

“So this is fate…” Garen closed his eyes as he observed scenes flashing before him silently. He soon saw himself and his family’s death which triggered Baylon to break through several levels. Baylon managed to save Clint, who was once again heavily injured, in one of the chases but died in the end. This was also one of the reasons that caused the Red King to change drastically.

“Mortal fate…” Garen mumbled softly, “This was the same as back in Totem World, it’s the same future that I twisted. If I can do it back then, I’m sure I can do it here as well.”

He started to trace back his fate.

Extremely detailed scenes started flickered through his mind rapidly and he remembered them in his heart. Garen did not pay much attention to his distinct social acquaintances but searched through the vast information for possible resources.

In the general trend of history, the White King was always fighting against the Red Moon King for power. Their conflict unleashed forces so big that many legacies were lost in history and a huge amount of precious resources and their hiding spots were forgotten because those who knew were dead already.

What surprised Garen was that Energy Machinists became extinct in just another ten years. After that, Nonosiva and several Energy Machinists were the lucky survivors, but those survivors were unnoticed and spared because they came from small sects.

This battle that exterminated all races was also the reason Energy Machinists became weak and only acted as supports.

A great number of legacies were failed to be handed down, many experts were killed, resources were plundered, knowledge was either destroyed or carved up. This was the disaster faced by Energy Machinists from the entire universe.

“Just twelve years?”

Garen did not expect the time to be this soon.

On second thought, it was no mistake. Energy Machinists were so desperate they started running experiments on humans, creating things such as the radiation belt and Predators, causing anger among the people. Furthermore, they were awfully wealthy, but they had no sufficient power to protect themselves.

This laid the foundation for his own tragedy.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound could slowly be heard.

Garen instantly felt his Warp Gate retract swiftly. In just seconds, a vast amount of his shapeless Warp Gate threads were withdrawn back into his body, once again forming a familiar Attribute Plane and Skill Plane.

From the beginning up till this second, Garen had remained in this state for at least ten minutes. Even though it was merely a short time, it emboldened him to face just anything in his path.

He remembered everything that he saw in the future – the resources, the treasure points, and the prodigies who seem abnormally weak now but were to become much stronger later on. These were the key elements that gave Garen faith that he would be able to avoid the battle that would exterminate all races and his mortal fate.

Everything surrounding him began to shake, the dark purple sea started to gradually fade away. It was as if everything just now was just an illusion.

The surrounding then became an endless dark space. Three lumps of purple Light Spheres appeared in front of Garen.

Light traces of messages started transmitting into his Energy Machine Imprint and Garen immediately understood that these were the only three exits in the Space-Time Print. He had to choose one of them to exit.

“It’d be bad if I choose the exit to Blue Pole Star,” Garen hesitated before opening his eyes. “It’s all up to luck then, worst come to worst I’d just have to run for my life.”

He held out his hand towards the purple ball at the right.

His vision blurred while multiple images flickered across his mind as if he was crossing time space.

Garen could only sense severe pain spreading as he tried to open his eyes. Once he closed his eyes, he immediately felt much better.

A few seconds passed before he heard the rustling sound of the wind and he felt a slight surge of airstream around him.

Then only did Garen open his eyes to realize that he was standing on a piece of black flatland. He surveyed his surroundings.

Black smoke was still puffing out of the large Flesh-Banyan trees. It was evident that he was at Plains of Everlasting Night, he was just unsure where exactly.

Taking a deep breath, Garen tried to recall the message he received back in the Sea of Cause and Effect.

“There’s not much time left, just twelve years… You must make the necessary preparations as soon as possible!”

Plains of Everlasting Night… From what he saw in his memories, there was mystery hidden spot somewhere…

A thought flashed through his mind and his eyes instantly sharpened.

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Somewhere in the Plains of Everlasting Night.

Disciples of the three main sects of the Dragon Eye Sect were walking side by side. Some heavily injured, some were gone.

“We’ve finally defeated the people from Blue Frost Sect. All thanks to Garen, if he didn’t offend Blue Frost Sect’s Blue Pole Star, would we be this miserable now!?”

“I knew he was no good at all. Selfish people like him who don’t care about people from other sects won’t get anywhere even if they’re strong and powerful! Wasn’t that the case for the cyclops back then?!”

“I hope the Blue Pole Star catches up and kills him, he made me lose almost half of my avocados!” The Nine Owl people were cursing. “At least Senior Sister Golden Butterfly succeeded…”

“Alright, stop it. There are people from several sects loitering around this area, everyone be careful!” Golden Butterfly turned around and reminded loudly.

As she finished her sentence, a gigantic black bat swooped down in front of the crowd. A few people jumped off the back of the bat, each of them staring coldly at the people from the three sects.

At this moment, Dragon Eye Sect, Nine Owl Sect, and Lonray from Scarlet Snow Sect all consciously gathered together, pausing at the edge of a low mound to stand to face the other crowd.

“Long time no see, Golden Butterfly Sister,” an androgynous figure walked out.

It was obvious that this androgynous male with heavy makeup was the leader of this group of people. Although he was a man, he had breasts and was wearing a faded red mini-skirt; furthermore, he was least two meters height was conspicuous among the crowd.

“We are the from Fellowship Sect. Hand out the Thunder Snake Eggs, you can’t protect such a valuable item alone…”

Golden Butterfly glared at the other party. At once, a light golden oval egg carved with fine prints appeared in her palms. From the looks of it, it seemed out of the ordinary.

“How did you know?”

“Snatching resources then entering my three sects’ territory, aren’t you afraid of starting a war between the sects!?” One of the senior disciples from Nine Owl snorted. “Even if we give you this Thunder Snake Egg, does the Thunder Cloud Sect dare to accept it?”

The androgynous man in the red skirt laughed.

“I wouldn’t dare to have it, but someone else does! Carthage took the Plains of Everlasting Night from someone, so naturally, we have to snatch it back from you.”

“You can try!” Golden Butterfly’s glare was ice cold, she could guess what caused this trouble already. They were finally paying for the trouble caused by Carthage the other time.

“This territory is under our three sects, Senior Brother Golden Swallow Liu is practicing here…”

“Golden Swallow Liu? Hehe, our senior brothers from the Eastern Gate are on the same ground and they’re reaching anytime soon. In comparison to our senior brothers, our means are definitely much more gentle. So hurry up and hand us the snake egg, you might just be saving your own lives,” Coco Dart let out a devilish grin.

“Eastern Gate!” Golden Butterfly’s expression changed instantly. The Thunder Cloud Sect had gathered so many people, it was obvious that they did not want to return empty-handedly.

“Do you really dare to lay a finger on us, aren’t you scared the Senior Brother Golden Swallow Liu will come for you?” Someone among the Nine Owl Sect yelled. After all, Golden Swallow Liu was the strongest within the Nine Owl Sect on the Void Battlefields at the moment.

“That’s something to think about later on, all I want is the Thunder Snake Egg right now… Hehehe” Coco Dart let out a demonic laugh. “As for Senior Brother Golden Swallow Liu, he’s cold and unsociable, he wouldn’t care even if all of you die at a place like this. So who are you trying to scare?”