Aiden wore a dark-gold Legendary Rank mage robe. He stood calm and steady, like a deep pool and a towering mountain. The magic power inside him moved like a bottomless ocean.
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, the space beside him rippled slightly.
An old palace eunuch in a red robe stepped quickly out of the void. His expression was extrely respectful.
He carried no weapon. He only held a bright yellow scroll sealed with wax high in both hands.
"Lord Aiden."
The old eunuch bent deeply at the waist. His voice trembled slightly.
"Her Majesty said she cannot bear farewells, so she will not co."
"This is a letter Her Majesty wrote for you herself overnight. She asked that you open it personally."
Aiden’s face remained calm. He raised his hand and took the scroll.
It felt light in his hand, yet sohow as heavy as a mountain.
With a slight movent of his fingers, the seal broke silently.
The scroll slowly opened.
There were no formal greetings and no long speeches.
On the large sheet of paper, there were only four elegant words, written with deep stubbornness.
"Co back safely."
The edges of the writing were slightly blurred, as if they had once been stained by drops of warm liquid.
Aiden stared at those four words for two seconds. Then he carefully rolled up the scroll and put it into his storage space.
He raised his deep eyes and looked at the ancient formation ahead, which was greedily devouring the energy of the magic crystals.
"It’s ti."
Aiden spoke calmly and stepped forward.
Boom!
The mont he took that step, the free magic elents around him instantly submitted to him. They even gathered on their own beneath his feet, forming stairs.
He had not released any pressure on purpose.But that terrifying sense of absolute control over magic still made all the Venerables present feel their breath catch.
Sulla strode forward, his heavy armor giving off sharp tallic sounds.
"Lord Aiden!"
Sulla’s eyes burned like torches, and his voice rang out like a great bell.
"The military’s crystal reserves from the past hundred years have all been poured into the core of the formation!"
"The coordinates outside the Ancient Battlefield have been locked!"
"Are you ready?"
Aiden did not turn back. His straight back looked like a sharp sword about to pierce the sky.
"Open the formation."
Just two simple words, spoken lightly, yet filled with absolute calm.
Sulla turned around suddenly and slamd his fist hard onto the crystal pillar of the control platform. Then he roared,
"Activate the formation!"
Buzz—!!!
The ancient teleportation formation, which had slept for a thousand years, fully awakened at this mont.
Millions of top-grade magic crystals shattered into dust at the sa ti.
Pure magic power, violent beyond asure, rushed madly into the runes of the formation like a flood breaking through a dam.
Then, a blinding dark-blue beam of light shot into the sky with a thunderous roar.
The sky was torn open.
Violent space currents howled wildly in the air, twisting together into a void vortex filled with the aura of destruction.
A passage between worlds had been forced open.
Through the blue rift, they could faintly see a terrifying world dyed in dark red, filled with broken laws and the sll of death.
Just a tiny trace of pressure from that world made many Reclassers below level 90 turn pale and step back again and again.
Aiden stood at the center of the space storm. His robe whipped wildly in the wind, but his body remained as steady as a rock.
He raised one foot, about to step into that deadly battlefield where survival was almost impossible.
"Aiden!"
A hoarse cry, thick with tears, suddenly pierced through the roar of the storm.
Cheryl rushed to the edge of the safety line without caring about anything. She gripped the railing tightly, her eyes red.
She looked at the back of the man who had pulled her out of the mud of the Abyss, and her tears finally broke free.
"You must co back!"
"I’ll wait for you forever!"
The wild wind tore at her voice, making it sound so weak.
Aiden’s foot, still hanging in the air, paused slightly.
He turned his head. Through the endless dark-blue light and the violent space currents, he looked at the crying girl.
On his usually cold face, a faint yet dazzling curve suddenly appeared.
It was a smile filled with absolute confidence, as if he stood above all things.
Then Aiden took one large step forward, and his whole body vanished into the deep void vortex.
Boom!!!
At that mont, the light of the teleportation formation reached its peak. Then it suddenly collapsed inward.
The violent space rift closed in an instant.
The blue light that had shot into the sky vanished into thin air.
The huge ancient formation lost all its glow. Every rune turned into lifeless ash and scattered in the wind.
The entire military restricted zone fell into a deathly silence.
Aiden’s figure had completely disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Cheryl stared blankly at the empty platform. Her legs went weak, and she covered her mouth as she slid down in silence, choking back sobs.
A rough hand gently patted her shoulder.
Luke looked up at the fading scar in the sky. In his usually proud eyes, there was now only pure awe.
"Don’t cry."
Luke’s voice was low and firm, as if he was comforting Cheryl, but also speaking to everyone there.
"He is Aiden."
"All we need to do is believe in him."
...
The violent roar of shattered space slowly faded beside Aiden’s ears.
He stepped out of the void passage, and a sharp cracking sound imdiately ca from beneath his feet.
He looked down and saw an old bone, one that had lain there for who knew how many years, turning to dust under his boot.
The sky was a thick dark red, like solidified blood.
There was no sun here. No stars. Only an endless blood-red light that felt heavy enough to suffocate.
A cold, ghostly wind howled across the land, lifting clouds of sand and dust. The air was filled with a sickening sll of death and decay.
Across the wasteland, as far as the eye could see, there were broken bones and shattered weapons everywhere.
So of the weapons still gave off a faint glow.
It was the last trace of power left behind by broken equipnt once used by Mythic Rank warriors, or even gods.
At the far end of the blood-red wasteland stood a massive forest so huge that its edge could not be seen.
The trees were pitch black, like spears of death stabbing into the sky. They were bare and lifeless, without a single leaf.
This was the outermost area of the Ancient Battlefield—The Battlefield Forest.
Aiden took a deep breath.The cold air rushed into his lungs like knives.
Facing this deadly place, a place that even countless level 90 Venerables feared to speak of, there was no fear in his eyes.
Only endless coldness and sharp focus.
Buzz—!
With a slight thought, Aiden released his powerful soul sense.
It spread out like a crashing wave, instantly covering several miles around him.
With the perfect Magic Mastery of the Legendary Rank [Magic Apprentice], he could clearly sense even the smallest movent of energy nearby.
Suddenly, Aiden paused.
The black frozen ground ahead began to shake violently without warning.
Crack! Crack!
With harsh tearing sounds, dozens of dark cracks burst open in the earth.
Thick gray death energy, almost solid, shot out from underground like fountains.
"Roar—!"
A terrible howl tore through the silent wasteland.
Pale bone hands and rotten claws madly dug through the soil, crawling up from deep below the ground.
Skeleton warriors with ghostly blue flas burning in their eyes!
Stitched zombies covered in green corpse poison!
And bloodthirsty ghosts flickering in the air, letting out sharp Spirit screams!
In an instant, dozens of terrifying undead creatures broke out of the ground and completely surrounded Aiden.
Aiden swept his eyes over them and instantly saw through their strength.
Even the weakest among them was above level 70. A few even gave off a terrifying pressure close to level 80.
If a force like this appeared on Earth, it could easily wipe out a mid-sized city with a population of a million.
But the corner of Aiden’s mouth lifted into a cold smile.
"Good. I’ll use you to test what the Ancient Battlefield is really like."
Facing the undead army rushing toward him, Aiden did not take out his staff.
He did not even raise a finger.
He simply stood where he was and gave a cold, disdainful snort.
"Divine Golden Sunfla."
Boom!!!
The mont his words fell, the space within a hundred ters around Aiden twisted violently.
A blinding golden fla suddenly burst out from the void without warning.
The light was too fierce. Too pure.
It was like a real golden sun being forced to rise over this dark, blood-red wasteland.
The terrifying heat instantly burned the surrounding air into nothingness, and even space itself rippled under the flas.
And that ultimate holy power was the absolute natural enemy of all undead creatures.
"Screech—!!!"
Piercing screams tore through the sky.
The dozen or so high-level Skeleton warriors at the front touched the golden fire, and their bones lted like snow in boiling water, vanishing in an instant.
The poisonous zombies were roasted by the holy golden flas. Their poison gas and rotten flesh turned to ash inch by inch.
Even the ghosts with no physical bodies were struck by the golden light. Their souls let out desperate screams before completely falling apart.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of high-level undead creatures were wiped out.
The terrifying monsters that ruled the outer area of the Ancient Battlefield did not even qualify as cannon fodder in front of Aiden.
With a single thought, the golden flas in the sky rolled back at once and obediently sank into his body.
The wasteland fell into dead silence again.
Only the burned black ground remained, now covered with piles of warm ash.
Aiden walked forward at a relaxed pace and looked down at the ashes.
A few black bones with a cold, dark shine, along with several gray-white undead cores, lay quietly inside.
Aiden raised his hand and pulled them over, storing this first batch of special materials from the Ancient Battlefield into his storage space.
But then, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Deep inside the ash, several faint gray-black lights were floating.
They were illusion-like fragnts, each only the size of a fingernail.
They gave off a mysterious aura that seed to strike directly at the soul.
"Are these... Law Fragnts?"
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