Chapter 1358: Fighting Divine Transcendence Masters (I) Chapter 1358: Fighting Divine Transcendence Masters (I) Even if a Seed World, fresh out of the World Forge, could not compare to an Empyrean World, that did not an it was worthless.
Every world carried trillions of life forms and countless resources.
While these might not be of great value to those at the Third Realm or even powerful Divine Transcendence life forms, they were still useful.
A large quantity of these resources could be traded, making new worlds a target for powerful forces whenever they erged.
If the native life forms of the new world were fortunate, they might encounter powerhouses from their own race who were honorable and would not exploit them, or at least not too much.
But there were also instances where their luck ran out, and they were taken over by a group of maniacs who would slaughter everyone and plunder every resource.
Aether was on the verge of suffering a similar fate.
However, not even a second after it appeared on the radar of the Empyrean World, waves upon waves of spatial folds surrounded it, and the entire world vanished in the blink of an eye.
It remained locked within the gravitational pull of the Empyrean World, moving at shocking speeds, yet it beca invisible and unreachable to anyone beneath the Third Realm.
The timing of its disappearance was fortuitous, for in the very next second, four figures materialized in the vast cosmic space surrounding the Empyrean Universe.
Three of them stood together while the fourth was alone.
But that was the least significant aspect.
What truly mattered was their identities.
Three were mbers of the Abyssal Clan from the Inferno Daemon Race, while the lone figure was a human.
The mbers of the Abyssal Clan were tall, with muscular builds and an aura so ferocious it seed as though they could shatter teors with their bare hands.
The Godslayer Human, by contrast, appeared frail and diminutive, yet his eyes glowed with a mysterious light.
Around him, the very fabric of space-ti seed to ripple, as if his re breathing caused subtle reactions in the Laws governing the cosmos.
Confusion was evident on both sides.
Neither group understood what was happening.
They had paid a considerable fortune to receive imdiate updates whenever a new world erged in the orbit of an Empyrean World.
Yet now, there was nothing-no sign of any world.
Of course, these were not naive individuals, and they knew better than to trust only their eyes.
Without hesitation, they extended their willpower across the cosmos, their Ego Waves expanding for millions of kiloters.
Still, they found nothing.
“What is happening?” one of the Abyssal Clan mbers growled, his voice thick with frustration.
“Were we tricked?” snarled another, his anger growing palpable.
“That idiot dared to deceive us?” the third snapped, his fury barely contained.
The trio from the Abyssal Clan erupted in anger, their voices sharp with frustration.
Yet, despite their rising rage, they remained focused.
The absence of the world was one issue, but the presence of the Godslayer Human was another.
The Abyssal Clan mbers clenched their fists, their hatred directed toward the lone human.
Even though they had a three-to-one advantage, they dared not attack.
Instead, their gazes remained cold and calculating.
The Godslayer Human narrowed his eyes as he observed the trio.
There was no fear in his expression, only a calm detachnt.
After a final glance around, seemingly confirming the absence of the world, he turned and vanished.
The Abyssal Clan trio did not lower their guard despite his departure.
They understood that vanishing did not necessarily an leaving.
The man could still be lurking, using magic or other techniques tied to the Essence Evolution Path of Power.
Keeping their vigilance intact proved wise, but it was not the Godslayer Human they needed to fear.
A new figure materialized in the void, less than forty ters away.
The newcor floated effortlessly in the cosmic expanse, his scarlet robes rippling as if stirred by an unseen wind.
Waves of energy radiated from him, and his face was obscured by a red helt that concealed everything but his eyes-eyes that burned with an intense red fla.
Imdiately, the Abyssal Clan trio tensed.
Their Astral Origin and Star Power surged through their veins as they fixed their full attention on the mysterious figure.
His sudden appearance and the stealth with which he had approached made it clear he was no ordinary individual.
The Inferno Daemon in the center of the trio narrowed his gaze, his instincts warning him of danger.
He opened his mouth to speak, but just as the words began to form, the red-masked man’s eyes ignited with a radiant golden glow.
For an instant, the Inferno Daemon felt utterly exposed.
It was as if his very essence-his thoughts, fears, and intentions-were laid bare for all to see.
The sensation was humiliating and terrifying.
He clenched his fists, desperately summoning his willpower to shield himself from the invasive glow.
His companions felt the sa horrifying vulnerability, their own minds being pried open by the radiant gaze.
Channeling their Ego Waves, the trio managed to erect ntal barriers, gradually regaining control over their thoughts.
The oppressive sensation ebbed, and they finally steadied themselves, though the experience left them shaken.
The Inferno Daemon in the middle took a step forward, speaking in a asured tone, “We are elders of the Raging Ocean Family.
I am Anart.” He gestured to the companion on his left.
“This is Aranto.” Finally, he pointed to the one on his right.
“And he is Lupion.” Having made their introductions, Anart focused his attention back on the scarlet-robed figure.
There was a cautious edge to his voice as he spoke again.
“I wonder, stranger, what is your na, and to which organization do you belong?” The scarlet-masked man remained silent, his gaze unwavering.
His presence alone carried a weight that seed to press down on the trio, even as they stood in the boundless void of space.
His silence only deepened the tension.
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