Mystical Journey

“Hahaha!!! Indeed, Banishing Eye of Massacre to that world is really a smart choice!!” A red Stone Pillar laughed proudly yet savagely.

“Eye of Massacre doesn’t have the restraint of our Mother Stream Alliance and Void Temple there.

“He can eat whatever he want and I’m afraid this may be a big problem,” Another blue Stone Pillar voiced in a female voice.

“Our Alliance now has newly additions of Lords and True Spirits.”

“Even if Eye of Massacre develops to its peak, we can still team up to suppress him.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” The red Stone Pillar impatiently rebutted.

“They would definitely lay siege on Eye of Massacre there.”

“It’s a great opportunity for us to probe their ability,” said the black Stone Pillar in a low voice.

“Eye of Massacre’s ability is equivalent to our powerful True Spirit.”

“If they are of no cause of concern to us then we can just take them by force.”

“If they could easily encircle and suppress then we should head to Void Temple and there to discuss…”

“I think it’d probably be unsettled…” Another green Stone Pillar gently laughed, “Eye of Massacre’s most terrifying ability is to self clone. Just give him time and he could clone multiple young selves in a short time. These young bodies are revered for their same ability as him to limitlessly engulf as nature.”

“Let’s play by ear… We’ll just prepare everything we can…” The black Stone Pillar gently summarized.

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Garen spent over ten days at Cold Winter Tower before his first body precision operation was completed.

He has the massive calculation ability of his willpower mind to thank for, he successfully had the duplicated body sustain half the original body’s energy.

This greatly eased the pressure of the positive energy in the elf’s body onto the soul.

After reducing the pressure by half, the female elf’s own strong top level Demon Lord’s soul was enough to regain control over the body.

In order to thank Garen, she immediately left a dull red Soul Ring as compensation for this treatment.

And through this female elf with a mysterious background, Garen’s reputation took off. Many Demon Lord therapists that couldn’t treat elves before made way to the abyss in attempt to learn from his experience and techniques but could only retreat once they realized that it was from Garen’s own willpower mind that this method worked.

The practice of willpower was development crystallization of another civilization system. If it was without Garen’s teachings, it would be impossible to master. Moreover, even if the way of cultivation was obtained, it required at least many many years of fumbling about before it took shape. In such a rushed environment, there weren’t any time for them to take their time in learning.

Hence the reputation that a White Dragon commander of Vengeance Fortress was a powerful therapist swiftly spread out within Void Creatures.

Many of the severely wounded Void Creatures taken in by over hundred fortress of the abyss came to look for Garen for treatment.

But soon when his rates were published out, even more Void Creatures became intimidated.

This was because Garen’s rate started from one Soul Seed and went up to a Soul Ring.

Such an expensive price to pay was not something a regular Demon Lord could afford.

But Garen wasn’t bothered by this. If they came to him for every little sickness or wound, then he would be taking business away from a lot of therapists and offending those from the same trade. It would also take up a lot of his time. The loss outweighed the gain.

He wasn’t lacking in materials neither in manpower.

Every small-scale blood wars every few days, Garen would gain substantial spoils, not just souls but riches in space equipment of dead fighters that would go into his and a few other coordinators’ pockets.

Furthermore, he received taxes from endless stream of trades by Void Creatures that made him well-heeled in no time.

But after obtaining the Soul Ring, and dull red Soul Ring at it, Garen went into seclusion. He needed to digest this prize given by that top level Demon Lord.

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The Soul Ring was determined by color, with the lowest being colorless, then red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple color stages. This meant the increase in terms of density.

The dull red Soul Ring was the second stage, red. Its concentration was more powerful that of a colorless Soul Ring. The higher he went, the concentration required and difficulty of density would increase.

The Demon Lord elf was generous. It would be easy to imagine what kind of stage Soul Rings she herself possessed.

So compared to Deception Demon Master’s massacre suggestion, Garen felt that this way was safer and much more secure.

He has reached the point of his sixth Soul Ring. The first five Soul Rings were the lowest, most basic colorless Soul Rings.

And the highest he has was a dull red Soul Ring. This was his wealth accrued for a period of time arriving in this world.

There was also the Pearl of the Temple. If he was greedy at that time and absorbed it to be used as Potential Points, then he would be able to advance further anymore.

After Garen has deciphered a decadent divinity, he realized that he didn’t have the ability to continue analyzing the divinity of the Pearl of the Temple. Just that streak of decadent divinity require decades to completely analyse. So he extracted the divinity and poured it into the Pearl of the Temple that he could use it like a Soul Ring to absorb.

If the Pearl of the Temple was used as a Soul Ring to absorb, it could provide him great Soul Power of one complete Soul Ring.

Upon learning that the stage of his Soul Rings was lacking, Garen prepared to focus on increasing the level of his Soul Rings.

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Clang… Clang… Clang…

A lingering bell and heinous laughter rung above Vengeance Fortress.

The small-scale blood wars has begun.

There were tight shouts, screams and howls heard indistinctly outside. Abyssal Demons from every layer started to gather.

The blood wars was not fought solely on military force of the fortress itself. The leading players were the abundant demons from many layers of the abyss. They were set by various layers of Thanes of Abyss to join the killings in order to delight the will of the abyss while chipping away the quick-growing population.

Garen entrenched himself in his wizard tower. Large crystal screens in ocular form were erected around him, displaying a bird’s eye view of the entire scene on Vengeance Fortress.

Staring from above, extensive amount of Abyssal Demons and mercenary groups from different worlds surged out endlessly from within the fortress. Amongst them were small demons, large demons, Sawtooth Tail Demons, Chained Hammer Demons and Elephant Demons as the main force.

There were some never-before-seen Corpse Cannibal Monster, Corpse Ghoul, Decayed Zombie, Zombie, and so on and so forth. A few rare Chaotic Abominable Snowmen appeared in the army. They were all silver and white, lugging a huge rock and ring and rings of drifting ice hung beside them. Their bodies were even taller than the tallest demon.

Bartoyen Demons teleported by a few fortresses locked in confrontation with them afar. These were two monsters of completely different nature. Each of them having level ten and above abilities.

There were large amount of troops amassing over from the outer world as well as Aboleths 1 . These smiling fish persons were covered with dull blue poisonous thorns. They wielded extended limbs that was tied to their limbs. Each of their attacks brought about frozen effects. Their body’s defense was as tough as steel. They were at least at level three in combat power.

“Even Aboleths are here… Could it be that Salt Water Marsh noticed the development at my side?” A sense of alert struck Garen.

Salt Water Marsh was one of the strongest demon prince of the bottomless abyss, residence of Demogorgon 2 but this strong Demon Thane rarely participated in Blood Wars. It should not be much of a problem…

“It could be the intention of a few clan commanders.” Garen was too lazy to think further. He has Ann to back him. Ann was one of the three Dragons of Disaster and was at moderate Divine Power level. She was also the fiercest Dragon of Time and Shadow. Her fierceness was far from being compared to gods or Demon Thanes. He believed Demogorgon would not be willing to be sucked into this…

“Upgrading my ability is main priority.” He closed his dragon eyes and scanned through his stats.

“Garen — Strength 180(140), Agility 180(140), Vitality 180(140), Intelligence 172 with potential 1123%. Soul limit 180.

Six Soul Rings – Five colorless, one red.

Level 8 Draconic Aura. Level 6 Arcanic Art.

Void Original Opus — 70%. Back Limbs — Evil Soldier. Wings — Seven Lives. Tail — Demonic Book.

State —All Attribute Points decreased, Light suppressing curse… (All elemental resistance dropped by a third and easily spotted by Light attribute creatures. Inability to cover tracks)

Overall evaluation — Level twelve. Title — Winter Sigh.”

“The attribute has recovered a lot.”

“The recent Potential Points will all be spent on Intelligence with one more point before it’s full.”

“Now the priority is levelling the Soul Rings.”

Garen reined in his focus and took out the little white bud that the female elf gave him.

Gentling dabbing on it, the bud slowly bloomed.

A slight sound of music lingered from the core, together with a faint floral scent.

Swoosh!

A bleak of white light shot out and hit Garen between the brows.

A heavy clash rammed his head forcefully back.

A dull red ring plunged towards his Soul Ring system in his willpower.

The five Soul Rings circulated in slow motion beneath while the red Soul Ring remained still and afloat above. This was Garen’s current Soul Ring system.

Upon the assault of the red ring, the six Soul Rings trembled, releasing strands of transparent threads, covering the incoming ring from all directions.

The threads snapped one by one by the powerful velocity but as the threads snapped, the speed of the shooting ring swiftly decreased.

Garen expanded his Soul Power to probe within the Soul Ring. He was pleasantly surprised.

“She even helped me wipe out the will imprint.” That female elf must really be thankful for his treatment or else she wouldn’t come to wipe out the will imprint as it would exhaust much Soul Power. If it were Garen, it would require at least a few years of Soul Power to wipe out and assimilate the Soul Ring but now he didn’t need go through the trouble.

He could just merge it.

His Soul Power attracted this new Soul Ring to fly towards his six Soul Rings structure. He was in precision command of the velocity while leaving out a structure space that could be added in his Soul Ring structure.

Click.

A soft noise was heard.

This Soul Ring steadily landed at the top of his entire structure.

“Such a shame. This one Soul Ring isn’t enough to become Orange.”

“I originally thought that with these two Soul Rings, I’ll enter the yellow layer and become top level Demon Lord.”

“I can’t believe what a distance this leap would be…” Garen frowned and immediately felt that for this seventh Soul Ring to become orange, he would require at least another two Soul Rings.

“No wonder that person was generous.”

“In their eyes, even if they lost this red Soul Ring, it wouldn’t hurt them one bit…”

He thought about it before taking out a black and red little pearl.

“Pearl of the Temple…” This pearl with divinity could gift him another Soul Ring but the absorption process was not without its twists and turns.

“I’ll give it a try!”

Garen gritted his teeth and tossed the pearl into his mouth. He then closed his eyes.