Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 881 - 758: Blue Cave

Snap—!

After a crisp snap of the fingers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Masses of "Black Gold" ignited into blossoms of "artistic flowers," transforming into fiery red lotuses blooming all over the city, signaling the chaos that awaited this city.

Stephanie, clad in deep blue "Venom Armor" that seemed to blend into the night, revealing her perfect, wild feline-like figure, and with her strength elevated further, erupted with Combat Qi Flame, and shouted in a low voice:

"Slash!"

She fiercely swung the Extraordinary Swift Sword in her hand, shining with a spiritual glow, breaking through the iron gate and leading a large group of [Assassins] into the Grand Arena.

The Prison Guards stationed here, overwhelmed with panic upon hearing the continuous explosions, were easily vanquished by Stephanie leading the [Assassins], and were forced to open the heavy cages holding all the Ten Nations Gladiators.

"This is our last chance for survival, run!"

Released from the seemingly inescapable fate of the "Royal Pre-Gladiators," the slaves and gladiators who had been utterly desperate and ready to fight to the death in the arena naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity.

Even those foreign Ancient God's Followers, Heretical Path Transcendents swarmed out, causing havoc in the city as they fled to buy time for their escape.

Even if they escaped under abnormal conditions and the restraining collar's sealing function wasn't lifted, with their abilities severely limited, they first saved their lives before worrying about anything else.

At this moment, after the division of forces and city tumult, the entire Royal Capital, aside from Oyufemos, could no longer stop Aiven.

But this Divine Son, thoroughly manipulated, clearly had no intention of letting this destructive figure who pretended to be a Divine Son escape.

Even though Oyufemos hadn't seen Aiven's true face from beginning to end, he knew from his act of stealing keys that he must have come for the prisoners held in the Grand Arena.

"The foreign blasphemer is unforgivable!"

A great tide and storm seemed to be brewing and roaring within Oyufemos, and he slowly floated into the air. With every rise, his form and aura expanded.

Within a mere few breaths, he transformed into a strange creature—half-human, half-snake, with a thick blue-green tail for legs and four blue arms, yet it sparked no monstrous connotations.

Clear, faint gold light flowed between his vertical pupils and scales, as if he were the supreme existence of this realm. Strictly speaking, being the offspring of a True God, this could indeed be termed a "Mythical Form" close to the world's essence.

As he transformed, Aiven felt a lethal presence lock onto him, ready to unleash a thunderous force with a mere move. Plus, dragging an enraged tail wasn't very convenient for regrouping with Jelos and the others.

"Scarlet indeed has its reasons."

Just from the power intensity Aiven sensed from his own Spirituality, this guy was entirely a match for a first-rate Titled Knight like the "Rose Sword Saint," who nurtured a [Titled Sacred Artifact].

Even facing a Tier 4 Crowned Wizard, who had transcended human knowledge limits with endless means, the outcome would be uncertain without a battle.

One worthy of being marked in scarlet on an [Ancient Scroll] as an incredibly powerful existence, undoubtedly stronger than Aiven at present.

Luckily, the target was just the "keys" just now. Excess greed might have led to a bigger loss.

But Aiven wasn't intimidated by this Divine Son; relying on his exceptionally formidable survival skills, he planned for a fight to the death. Dragging down a Divine Son might not be impossible.

Oyufemos's attack was already on its way.

Boom!

Thunder erupted around him, and from each of his four palms emerged a powerful, incandescent weapon, barely visible—a short sword, a long spear, a heavy hammer, a soft whip—then hurled them like lightning towards Aiven.

Shu shu shu...

Lightning, thick as pythons, surrounded Aiven, allowing him to employ the Planet's Magnetic Field for flight evasion amidst attacks sharp or mighty.

It was always about Aiven's speed dominating others, but in this place restricting spatial abilities, he now lost his advantage entirely.

Roar—!

With a loud draconic roar, transforming into the fastest "Storm Dragon," he launched into the sky, breathing a fierce Dragon Breath at Oyufemos, only to transform into a giant with a swift convergence of Spiritual Light in the next moment, wielding a Sword Qi river with the [Titan Army].

[Magic-like Technique: Ten Thousand Transformations]

"Come fight! I just want to either kill you or be killed by you!"

Evidently, Aiven was ready to stall. Without an Absolute attached to some divine level, nothing could utterly kill him. First, he'd deck him in punches and see.

Soon.

Sss—!

A scarlet white lightning streak, thousands of meters long, tore through the Royal Capital's sky, like a vicious scar rending the night sky.

Rumble...

Continual muffled thunder in the sky caused the city below to tremble slightly.

Under a Divine Son's pressure, as vast as a mountain, Aiven, after switching through dragon and giant forms, couldn't help transforming into his most inherent form—a [Mythical Form: Native Species] with an upper body like an antlered human and a lower body of a silver-scaled white deer.

In his hands, thunder transformed into a long blade, Sword Qi into a longsword, ever switching—[Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship], [White Sail Swordsmanship], [Rose Swordsmanship], [Sessi Scimitar Technique], [Military Swordsmanship], [Dener Swordsmanship]...

Various sword techniques came at hand, colliding incessantly with Oyufemos's four weapons.

Thunder roared, lightning blazed, and the casual overflow of power could easily erase a building on the ground, resembling two Thunder Gods standing high above, embroiled in a divine battle.

Though Aiven could only strike back once every three moves, frequently getting scorched in the hair, skinned, or dismembered, he wasn't without some gain.

Originally at about 30% Sword Master proficiency during Liweina's coronation and suppressed by Sword Master Pedro, Aiven's sword skills quickly surged in this process, aided by "Data Visualization," with each strike better than the last.

Just as Oyufemos grew increasingly furious from his unyielding attack, and Aiven immersed, contemplating whether to drag on a little longer.

Clang!

A mournful bell suddenly rang out in the void.

Though it wasn't too loud, it struck the hearts of everyone in the Zongderilic Empire, from the Divine Sons flying in the sky to the simplest slaves, without exception.

At this moment, zero hour has arrived!

Everyone involuntarily looked towards the far west of the empire's territory. Common people couldn't see it, but Peak Transcendents could see it clearly.

Swish, swish, swish...

Amidst the violent roar echoing in the Spiritual World, a flood over a hundred meters high seemed to appear out of nowhere, swiftly spreading from west to east.

But this flood did not sweep away any city or even a slave's hut, as if it was just a conceptual thing.

Yet, with the perception of a Badge Knight who no longer relied on sight, the scenes beyond distant lands were crystal clear; amidst the overwhelming waves, an elderly person who had just died naturally was resurrected, his age visibly reversed by five years; a newborn child turned back into nothingness...

In places he can't see, the texts in libraries are being wiped away page by page...

It seems like everything is being reset!

"This also..."

Witnessing such a scene, a flash of insight lit up in Aiven's mind, finally realizing that these seemingly carefree beings, who live even more freely than Ancient Gods, are actually the most tragic group from the previous era, the Fourth Era.

Although people still move, completely unaware of any anomaly, their civilization is forever trapped in some distant past period. Civilization is utterly stagnant, with no further development or innovation.

Then, it endlessly experiences repetition, cycle after cycle, even until eternity.

Moreover, judging by this appearance, the cycle term for Zongderilic is likely five years. It's not that the "Ten Kings Gathering" is held in Oyufemos this time, but it has been held here countless times over the past millions of years!

Yet they can never meet the day of the conference opening, only ushering in the next cycle forever.

As abandoned members of the world, these remnant races are neither cared for by heaven nor earth, counted as a sort of alternative immortals, but they are also a group of endlessly refreshing NPCs!

As the stroke of midnight arrives, the reset program within this closed system has evidently started automatically, resetting the civilization's time back to five years ago.

"Hoo—!"

Beside Aiven, as the bell rang, Oyufemos stood quietly in the air.

After a deep breath, as if suddenly becoming a different person, deep fatigue appeared on his face, still seeming mighty like a deity but with a soul that has seemingly endured the weight of billions of years.

His memory has returned!

However.

The despair lasted only a moment, rapidly transforming into madness. This Divine Son, recovering consciousness during the brief refresh moment, had long gone utterly insane after countless cycles. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"You're not allowed to leave either! Stay with us here forever and become prisoners of time!"

A roar of anger startled Aiven. He quickly realized that this large-scale refresh ability might not be aimed only at these remnant people; it very likely targeted all sentient beings in this region.

Ignoring the truth of the world, he turned into a lightning bolt and ran!

Behind him.

As Oyufemos regained self-awareness for a moment, a bizarre transformation immediately occurred upon him. His inherently snake-like body lengthened and thinned, even his upper body did so.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a strange, band-like creature suspended in the air, without head, eyes, skin... without any biological features, like a band of light from the natural world.

The dazzling colors made one dizzy, yet even with the widening distance, those chaotic light-rays, akin to light pollution, kept burrowing into Aiven's body like tiny bugs, seemingly bearing filth comparable to that of Ancient Gods.

This is the power from the Main God of the Fourth Era, a decayed force not tolerated by this era.

Buzz—

Like a ringing in the ears, Aiven's eardrums constant ly relayed a siren-like noise, provoking nausea.

Until now, this Divine Son only took on the destructive appearance akin to a Divine Son of Ancient Gods.

Whoosh!

Paying no heed, Aiven, while passing the arena, grabbed Jelos, Stephanie, and Lam waiting there, tossing them along with the key into the Witchcraft Garden.

On the escape route, they were all burdens.

Boom!

After the transformation, the Divine Son's consciousness seemed to become unclear again; he merely fired a remote attack towards Aiven, then proceeded to demolish his city.

But more perilous, the "flood" raced to the city's edge.

"Do I really have to venture into spatial turbulence again? But this time, luck might not be as good as the last time."

Aiven's heart raced because he was unsure how far he had to flee to completely escape this period, while the flood's rate of spread was evidently much faster than his flying speed.

At this moment, he had one reliance, quickly pulling out his own Golden Compass.

"Luck!"

Plunge—!

After escaping the island's range, he abruptly dove underwater, plunging to eighty meters below the surface, where he suddenly opened a water cave distinctly separated from the surrounding seawater.

Blue Cave!