Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1485: Heading To the Blue Mysterious Cloud

"I have exhausted almost every scrap of material I brought with me," William muttered, wiping a layer of grime from his face.

He patted the dozens of high-grade storage rings hanging from his belt, each one packed to the brim with his specialised gears. He felt a rare moment of satisfaction; he had enough to begin the takeover of the world’s core. "Now... It’s time to see what that cloud actually is."

During his week of forging, the blue cloud had continued its slow, agonising crawl across the horizon. Its behaviour had shifted. For the first few days, it had covered miles in a matter of hours. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But for the last three days, its advance had slowed to a snail’s pace, as if it were wading through a sea of thick molasses. It took nearly twenty-four hours to cover the same distance it once had in four.

He knew he could likely travel with a guard of twenty monsters and remain safe, but the unpredictability of the cloud made him cautious. He signalled for thirty-five of his guardians to follow him.

"I still don’t know what this cloud represents," he whispered to the wind as he began to scale the valley ridge toward the side he had already purged of gates. "But if it’s a third party in this war, I hope it’s something I can bend to my will to help take over this world."

He had deduced that the cloud wasn’t an asset of the Mystic Arts masters. If it were part of the monsters’ arsenal, it would have arrived at his location in a matter of hours. The fact that it was moving against the grain—and seemingly being hindered by the world itself—suggested it was an intruder, much like himself.

William’s curiosity sharpened as he drew closer. He crossed several adjacent valleys, moving through territories where thousands of Scarlet Bears were gushing from their gates. Then, he spotted the first definitive proof of his theory.

"The bears... They aren’t heading for the basin triple gates," William noted, crouching behind a rock to observe.

Normally, the Scarlet Bears followed a rigid path from the upper gates down to the three gates at the bottom of the valley to be sent to the human world. But here, the routine had broken. The bears were ignoring the transport gates entirely.

The slowdown in the cloud’s advance wasn’t due to fatigue or terrain; it was because the Medium World had diverted every available Scarlet Bear in the vicinity to swarm and crush it.

Yet, as William watched a fresh wave of ten thousand bears charge into the blue mist, only to be shredded by flashes of cerulean light, he realised that whoever—or whatever—was inside that cloud possessed a terrifying, sustained power.

Even William felt a mounting sense of dread watching the sheer scale of the Scarlet Bears gravitating toward that blue cloud. It was as if the entire world had been drained of its monsters, every single one of them summoned and focused on that singular, defiant point.

The sky was choked with the dust of their march, and the ground vibrated with the rhythmic, heavy steps of a million paws.

The closer he got to the cloud, the harder the resistance became. At some point, the ambient noise of the wilderness and bears’ roars was replaced by the unmistakable sounds of a distant, colossal clash: the rhythmic clang of high-grade weapons striking the bears’ sturdy, reinforced bodies, and the faint, explosive echoes of violent spirit techniques being unleashed in rapid succession.

Hearing these sounds allowed William to finally identify those within the cloud. "They are humans! They are spirit masters!" he whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Realising they were spirit masters filled him with a surge of hope, yet their presence here was a profound mystery. He struggled to believe that any force from the lower realm he called home—or any other lower realm in existence—possessed the sheer strength and knowledge to find this place, let alone mount an invasion against it.

"It’s not just about their strength and techniques," William mused, his mind racing through memories. "It’s about how they even learned of this world’s existence in the first place!"

Even William, who had spent a previous life in the upper realm, hadn’t been aware of this specific location. The concept of a Medium World had always been a radical theory that his master once discussed during a late-night talk.

The theory proposed an artificial world designed to act as a metaphysical bridge between dimensions—a destination that could amass terrifying amounts of power and unleash it upon any target.

"It seems she must have been inspired by something truly ancient," he thought. Seeing the blue cloud from this proximity made him realise just how massive it truly was.

The area it blanketed was vast, covering at least twenty entire valleys simultaneously. Around the periphery of this mist, the Scarlet Bears were swarming like a dark, living sea, swirling in a desperate attempt to drown the light within.

"I have to get closer to see better," he grumbled, frustrated by the lack of his spirit sense. If his senses were functional, he would have identified the secrets of the blue energy hours ago. But for now, he was limited to his eyes and his blade. He pushed forward, his thirty-five monsters forming a lethal wedge around him.

The bears were largely fixated on the cloud, their primary directive drawing them toward the largest threat. However, whenever William’s group entered their immediate periphery, their predatory instincts overrode their orders. They would snarl, turning their massive bodies to charge at the smaller intruder.

It was a futile effort. No matter how many Scarlet Bears threw themselves at him, his monsters made it impossible for the beasts even to graze his robes. On top of that, William’s own personal strength had reached a terrifying level.

He moved with steady steps, killing the bears with a few precise strikes of his sword. When the numbers grew too dense, he would release the stored attacks on his tails, sending out waves of explosive power that cleared hundreds of bears in a single heartbeat.