Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1480: The Mysterious Blue Cloud

"Aside from the monsters left behind to safeguard the three headquarters, the rest will move under the command of Lara, Ro, Becky, Fang, and me. We will distribute the ten thousand elite masters among us, then recruit additional reinforcements from here and the other two bases. We move out in five hours!"

The room erupted into a flurry of activity. Anjie claimed a strategic ridge to attack, while Fang and Becky, being the most experienced in direct combat and the strongest, volunteered for the two most severe and intense battlefields—the ruined towns, aiding Sara and Berry there. Lara and Ro picked targets that, while still dangerous, offered better defensive positioning.

The recruitment word was spread like wildfire across the entire continent. They didn’t stop at guild-controlled territories. To tip the scales without leaving the rest of the world defenceless, they reached out to independent masters, rogue cultivators, and minor academies and clans, even.

This war had already exhausted the majority of the spirit masters under their direct banner; they had no choice but to call upon every spirit capable of wielding a blade or throwing a spear.

While the grand army prepared for its five-pronged assault, William remained isolated in the Medium World. He was a whirlwind of motion, his hands flying between the ovens and the anvils.

He had realised a fundamental problem: he couldn’t simply forge a spear long enough to reach the planetary core of a world. Such a weapon would be structurally impossible to make. Instead, he had pivoted to a more sophisticated approach.

"I’ll lay down specialised formations at the surface of each insertion point," William muttered to himself, his face lit by the golden glow of molten ores.

"The formations will gather ambient spirit power, concentrate it into a focused point, and then convert that into a relentless pressing force. It will act like a hydraulic drill, pushing the needles and spears deeper and deeper into the crust until they pierce the core’s mantle."

It was an elegant solution, but it multiplied his workload. He didn’t just need the conduits; he needed to prepare for the engines to drive them. And the primary mystery remained: he had no idea how many of these spears and needles he needed to manufacture to achieve total control of the core.

"Another batch is done," he grunted as a row of shimmering, long needles and thin spears slid out of the moulds on the ground.

As he worked, his production speed skyrocketed. He was no longer thinking about the movements; his body moved on instinct. However, he never neglected the quality. He tested every single product, ensuring they were perfectly linked to his own spirit and could conduct Light and Lightning elements without problems.

More importantly, they had to be indestructible under the scary pressure they would soon face. To test this, he used his Holy Sword technique, striking the needles and spears with his full strength. When the metal didn’t even show a scratch, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm... This is new."

William paused, his hammer hanging mid-air. He looked toward the far distance, away from the valley. Without his spirit sense, he was limited to his physical sight, and he spotted a growing billow of dust on the horizon. It was tens of miles away, but the colour was unmistakable—and wrong for this world.

The fog of the Medium World was a muddy, oppressive brown. This new cloud was a vibrant, electric blue.

"It’s growing bigger," he whispered. He kept a wary eye on the spot while continuing to forge, but after half an hour, the blue dust had expanded into a massive cluster of clouds, resembling a localised storm. It looked as if a battle of unimaginable proportions was being fought there.

"If a fight of that scale is happening, why hasn’t the world reacted?" William’s brow furrowed. "Why isn’t there a single tornado hitting that spot? The world’s defence system should be screaming at an anomaly of that size."

Something was fundamentally amiss. The blue cloud didn’t fit the rules of this realm. Feeling the prickle of a new threat—or perhaps a bizarre opportunity—William sat down his hammer. He headed toward the edge of the valley ridge, hoping that a higher vantage point would reveal more about what was going on.

Without his spirit sense to bridge the gap between his position and the horizon, William was left feeling tactically blind. His physical eyes were sharp, but in this world of murky brown fog and shifting shadows, they could only do so much.

He took a mental note of the precise landmark—a rigged sword edge valley side in the distance—above which the blue cloud was. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he returned to the heat of his forge to continue his monumental task.

However, after ten more hours of gruelling labour, he found it impossible to ignore the anomaly any longer.

"I’m sure now," he muttered, climbing back to the rocky summit of the valley side. He wiped sweat and soot from his brow, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the horizon. "This cloud is slowly moving towards here!"

He had marked its position ten hours ago. At first, the change had been imperceptible, lost in the vastness of the alien landscape. But after nearly half a day of observation, the truth was undeniable. The cluster of blue dust had shifted. It was drawing closer to him, advancing with a slow speed.

"Why move in such a way if you intend to attack me?" William felt the mystery deepening. By his estimates, this had to be a countermeasure prepared by the Mystic Arts masters. Yet, its nature remained a paradox.

The blue hue was a vibrant, high-energy colour that stood in stark contrast to the stagnant, brown coloured Medium World. He searched his mind for any other explanation, but logic dictated that anything approaching him in this realm was a threat.

"They should have just attacked me directly," William said, shaking his head.