At this mont, Anfa shares this confidential news precisely because the communication on the third layer has been completely severed, giving her the courage to speculate... After all, this Uncle Yafarda is the chairman of the Grand Council, and also the current head of the Silver Gate family. So what if he is really manipulating things behind the scenes? No one else has the ans to oppose him!
"You’ve got it wrong, Anfa."
In response, Ian rely chuckles lightly and says, "I’ve known Yafarda’s purpose from the start—my sole thought was to understand how he achieves his goal. That’s why I don’t mind helping him."
"Wh... What?"
At this mont, Anfa looks bewildered.
She sowhat comprehends why speaking with a Prophet can be frustrating... because in this world, Prophets can see too much, and no one knows to what extent—nobody likes soone who can inexplicably see through everything about them, especially if he’s a riddler.
"Your uncle’s true purpose is actually quite simple."
Ian glances around at the other three present, calmly saying, "What he wants is nothing more than to undertake a ’hunt.’"
"Anfa, at the zenith of Canaan Moore, there were only three individuals at the Fifth Energy Level, right?"
"Yes." Anfa nods slightly, the elf girl thinks for a while before realizing, "This is the hunt—and indeed it is, at its peak Canaan Moore only had two with the Top Seat’s Blood... and the third was actually an accident, he was the heir of another True Form who advanced to the Fifth Energy Level after completing that True Form."
"Indeed, the Fifth Energy Level. Top Seat’s Blood. These are not the sa."
Ian murmurs for a while, and then looks up to explain to everyone, "Obviously, the National Domain Departnt has already chosen its heir, while the Fertile Soil Tribe intends to remain loyal to their Fifth Energy Level—these two major clans have monopolized the Top Seat’s Blood for long enough, haven’t they?"
Anfa remains silent. But silence is also a form of response, making the young man’s expression more cheerful, "So I understand very well what Chairman Yafarda is trying to do. The only concern is how much he knows about the ruins... he certainly is not rely at the ’once explored’ level."
"I even speculate..." Ian says softly, "He is connected to the ’Master of the Labyrinth’!"
Speculating on these things requires no brainpower. Yafarda has obviously visited the third layer, which is why he gave Ian this special communication device. Actually, official records show that Yafarda has never been here—this proves he has his own channels to access the depths of the Exotic Species Research Institute.
And to let an existence at the peak of the Fourth Energy Level frequently journey into the depths of a relic with completely severed outside communications, seriously preparing sothing, even collaborating with the Master of the Labyrinth... his target is clearly not other Fourth Energy Levels.
"National Domain Departnt..."
At this mont, Anfa mutters softly, "It must be the Old Ancestor of the National Domain Departnt... could Uncle’s target possibly be him?! But that’s too crazy, how does he plan to achieve this?!"
"Maybe. I don’t really understand the internal disputes of you elves."
Ian neither refutes nor confirms, having finished pondering and checking the communicator, presses the start button to transmit—this even makes so of the blood color on everyone’s body diminish.
It is precisely by seeing this future that Ian dares to act decisively with his companions by his side.
In that instant, an invisible signal bursts out, even at the peak of the Fourth Energy Level it might be undetectable, only Yafarda, who was prepared early on to receive the signal, could understand imdiately.
"Hmm... is it Ian and Anfa? That speed, it’s too fast!"
The chairman, currently confronting other Fourth Energy Levels, turns his head thoughtfully, "It seems his strength is indeed extraordinary, even with Anfa’s assistance, being able to reach the third layer at this ti point, speaks volus about their power!"
"But, it’s still early, he’s too fast, which might bring about hidden dangers. There are other signals that still need to wait for the right mont to be activated..."
Thinking of this, the head of the Silver Gate family smiles and continues to confront other strong beings.
Third Layer.
"Alright, I’m done with my business."
Retrieving the Mithril issue period back into his bosom, Ian finishes his journey in the divine state, then smiles at his friends and says, "Does anyone have any additional information to share? If not, we’ll get going!"
Originally, Ian had never thought anyone would have additional information, but unexpectedly, Sio’s sowhat puzzled voice arises.
"This place doesn’t seem right, Ian."
Looking around, the red-haired Dragon Maiden feels a bit chills, she frowns tightly, sowhat unnerved as she looks around, "Do you feel... the entire Crimson Court seems to be covered by a peculiar phenonon?"
"Oh?" Ian pauses, he quickly and earnestly senses the phenonon covering the entire Crimson Court.
Then, the young man speaks gravely, "Yes, Sio is correct. This place indeed is strange! The Domain of Void is actually oscillating, even showing signs of forming a Subspace Labyrinth, overlapping with the real world!"
"Everyone, be careful... the entire third layer is likely as dangerous as the past Western Frontier of the Empire in Avak Domain—even more so!"
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