Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1472: The Medium World!

"Perhaps he found whatever is jamming my spirit sense," Fang mused, wiping sweat and monster blood from his forehead. "Or perhaps he’s just doing what he does best: breaking things."

He paused as a particularly loud explosion shook the valley floor. "Wait... That’s more than thirty explosions so far. Didn’t he say there were only three monster gates up there? What exactly has he found?"

Fang monitored the shifting tides of battle, piecing together the chaos based on the muffled echoes of William’s progress. The frequency of the explosions above seemed to correlate directly with the pressure on the valley floor; with every rhythmic detonation, the torrential flow of Scarlet Bears thinned. The overwhelming gush of monsters was becoming a manageable stream.

"I’ll give him a hand then," Fang grunted. He noticed the monsters William had left for his protection were now more than capable of handling the remaining bears without his direct assistance. It was time to switch from defence to support.

He couldn’t see past the jagged rim of the valley, so he carefully calibrated his strikes. He focused his spear’s trajectory and his lightning discharge on the upper slopes, ensuring his bolts stayed well away from where he estimated William’s position to be. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally strike the guild master with friendly fire in this death trap.

From his vantage point on the ridge, William felt the surge of lightning assistance from below and a small, content smile touched his lips. "It’s always refreshing to have capable masters at your side," he murmured.

He took a momentary breath, his eyes scanning the carnage. "I hope they can grow enough in the fires of this war. Our next step is far beyond these horizons; we are destined for the upper realm."

William reflected on how much his perspective had shifted. His original plans—training for months, competing in the grand tournament, and securing a reputation through traditional means—felt like relics of a past life.

The apocalypse had accelerated everything. Once this world was saved, there would only be one exit: the ancient inter-realm portal hidden beneath Lara’s city.

That portal would be their ticket out of this minor world and into the vastness of the upper realm. He suspected that once this war ended, there wouldn’t be a single force left on the continent foolish enough to oppose the Fox Guild.

This conflict would be the end of all wars. All that would remain was a period of intense cultivation for his friends and the guild elites, pushing their spirit power to the absolute limit before they ascended.

Pushing those long-term thoughts aside, William refocused on the fight at hand. With the added weight of Fang’s lightning pinning the bears to the slopes, William regained his momentum.

He moved like a reaper along the ridge, shattering every gate he found. After a focused period of destruction, he reached the end of the line. The entire left side of the valley was now clear of active gates.

"That leaves the other side to clear, and then..."

Just as he was calculating his next move, the world itself seemed to groan. A strange, vibrating shift occurred in the atmosphere, one that had nothing to do with monsters or spirit masters.

Up until this moment, both William and Fang had been so hyper-focused on the immediate survival of the fight that they had largely ignored the environment of this realm.

With their spirit senses suppressed, they had been operating in a bubble of limited vision. Now, as the immediate threat of the bears receded, the glaring oddities of the sky became impossible to ignore.

The sky was a swirling, turbulent sea of thick, copper-brown fog. There was no single sun; instead, numerous glowing orbs—pulsating, intense stars—could be seen through the thinner patches of the mist.

The fog didn’t just obscure the view; it acted as a colossal atmospheric buffer, shielding the surface from the incinerating heat of the nearby stars while simultaneously radiating a consistent warmth and light that kept the colossal farm operational.

The moment William finished destroying the final gate on the left ridge, the fog reacted. The swirling layers grew restless, churning with an agitated power. A low-frequency humming noise began to vibrate through the rocks, growing in intensity until it became a bone-shaking roar.

"What is that?!" Fang shouted from the basin, his eyes wide as he pointed toward the heavens.

A terrifying tornado was descending. It wasn’t formed of wind and rain, but of compressed fog and disturbed spatial energy. The funnel was taking shape with agonising slowness, a tubular structure of brown shadow that seemed to be reaching down specifically for the valley.

Even without a spirit sense, the sheer pressure emanating from the phenomenon was enough to tell Fang that this was a force of nature beyond any spell.

While Fang was gripped by shock, William stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the sky. He wasn’t just watching a storm; he was reading and recognising the world. Seeing the way the atmosphere reacted to his sabotage, the pieces of the puzzle finally locked into place.

"This place... This world... It isn’t a normal realm at all," William whispered, his voice hushed with a mix of awe and dread. The mystery of the valley structures, the endless supply of bears, and the suppression of his spirit sense were no longer mysteries.

"It’s a Medium World!"

William scanned the horizon, realising the magnitude of this challenge. A Medium World was a specialised, artificial realm designed for a singular, dedicated purpose.

In this case, that purpose was the industrial-scale breeding and deployment of the Scarlet Bear tide. It was a closed-loop system, a world-sized machine.

"It’s a world designed for a single function," William realised, his grip tightening on his weapon. "And in a Medium World, the environment itself is the ultimate guardian.

By destroying those gates, I haven’t just killed monsters; I’ve damaged the machine’s gears. Anything messing with the primary function of a Medium World triggers a fierce, automated response from the entire realm."