Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1471: The Weird World

William stood at the precipice of the ridge, his dark golden spirit form flickering like a dying star against the oppressive, sunless sky of this monster realm.

The realisation hit him with the force of a fierce blow: he hadn’t merely stumbled into a prepared trap. This wasn’t a temporary ambush set specifically for him. This was the natural, terrifying infrastructure of the monster tide. This was the factory floor of a large-scale apocalypse, but there was something he didn’t get.

As he looked down at the recurring geometry of the terrain, the physics of the invasion became clear. He understood now why the Scarlet Bears always emerged from the gates in his world with such terrifying velocity and unstoppable momentum. They weren’t just stepping through a door; they were being poured down a funnel.

"That means..." William’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon, tracing the outlines of the adjacent valleys that stretched into the distance. "Each of these valleys likely has three monster gates at its basin, each one linked to a different coordinate in my world. If there are hundreds, or even more, of these valleys..."

The scale of the threat was far greater than he had initially expected. He was standing in the heart of the enemy’s base of operation.

Taking down the gates in this single valley would save the town back home from the Scarlet Bear nightmare, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean of gates surrounding him. He surveyed the landscape, trying to calculate if he truly had the means and the time to cleanse this entire realm.

With his spirit sense suppressed by the local spatial distortions, he was effectively blind to anything beyond his immediate line of sight. He had to rely on his eyes, and what they saw was simply impossible to understand. Every valley system he could see was active. Every gate at the top of every ridge was gushing out a relentless torrent of Scarlet Bears.

"Something... Feels wrong here," William muttered, his brow furrowing. If all these gates were feeding into his world simultaneously, the four kingdoms should have been submerged under a sea of fur and claws within hours. Yet, the reports had only mentioned a dozen major tide locations. The math didn’t add up. Where was the rest of this army going?

The first possibility that crossed his mind was deception. Was he trapped in a grand-scale illusion? It would explain the impossible numbers and the suppression of his senses.

In the world of spirit masters, the most effective way to shatter an illusion was either through overwhelming brute force or by introducing an element that fundamentally antagonised the illusion’s source—usually Light or Lightning to counter the Shadow and Darkness elements used by illusionists. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

William decided on the latter. Using brute force against an illusion maintained by a group of masters equal to his strength could backfire or simply be nullified. But Light and Lightning were different; even if they didn’t break the illusion, they would cause friction against the fabric of the illusion, creating cracks or pinpointing the source of the caster’s power.

He raised his hand, and a dual surge of blinding white light and crackling purple electricity erupted from his palm, washing over the immediate area like a cleansing wave. He waited for the telltale shimmer of a failing technique, for the world to crack or reveal its true form.

"Tsk. It’s not an illusion," William hissed. The world remained stubbornly, devastatingly real. The rocks didn’t fade, and the growls of the bears didn’t lose their edge. This was reality, however improbable it seemed.

"I have to go and explore," William resolved. Standing still was a death sentence in a place like this. He had to fight his way from valley to valley, uncovering the secrets of these gates and finding the truth behind the armies.

However, his situation was complicated. He had Fang to worry about at the bottom of the basin, and Becky was expected to arrive soon with her new weapon. On top of that, he had to ensure the gate he had entered remained open and well defended; it was their only umbilical cord back to the living world.

"One thing at a time," he said, clearing his mind of the overwhelming variables. He turned his full attention toward the long row of monster gates lining the ridge he currently occupied. "First, I stop the flow from this valley. Then, I see what can be done about the rest of this nightmare."

His mission had evolved. What started as a frantic defence and a dive into a trap had become a progressive campaign of sabotage. He wasn’t just killing monsters anymore; he was dismantling a war machine. And deep down, he knew there was a secret hidden here—a reason why this world existed—and he was determined to drag it into the light.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of heavy detonations began to roll across the plateau. William started his march along the valley’s edge, moving with the rhythmic precision of a reaper. Each monster gate he encountered was met with a concentrated burst of spirit power, collapsing the spatial anchors and causing the gates to implode in a shower of sparks.

The Scarlet Bears seemed to receive a frantic new order to target and kill him. They pivoted from their downhill charge, swarming up the ridge in a desperate attempt to protect their spawn points. But William was an immovable object.

His personal monsters formed a shifting, lethal phalanx around him, tearing through the bears with such efficiency that William barely had to break his stride. His pace slowed as the density of the monsters increased, but his progress remained constant. One by one, the gates fell.

Down in the basin, Fang heard the distant, rhythmic thundering from above. He looked up toward the rim of the valley, seeing the flashes of golden light and the smoke of collapsing portals. He could only imagine the sheer scale of the carnage his young leader was inflicting.