Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1489: Attacking the Medium World’s Core

William recalled the visual horror of that storm with a clarity that made his skin crawl.

When he had first entered this world, he had narrowly intercepted a half-finished storm after taking down lots of gates; if not for his split-second reaction, Fang’s presence in the right spot, and a massive stroke of luck, the gate linking his way back to his world would have been reduced to nothing.

But his perspective had shifted entirely the moment he recognised the Blue Purgators. The puzzle pieces didn’t just fall into place; they slammed together.

In his past life, the history books of the upper realm were clear: the legendary Blue Purgators had vanished. Now he knew why. The Mystic Arts monsters, guided by the dirty schemes of that damned Fox, had succeeded in this very trap.

This meant that the standard rules he had deduced before about this world were all useless. If the Purgators tried to move their Floating Castle through any existing gate, the enemies overseeing this realm wouldn’t just send a warning shot. They would unleash a tsunami of storms that wouldn’t stop until every blue banner was turned to ash.

"So the only way to flip the table is to deprive those bastards of their most important weapon: their control over this world," William declared, his voice cutting through the roar of the distant bear tide. "And these useless-looking things you see here are the keys to achieving that."

William knew that further words were a waste of breath. To these masters of the upper realm, he was a child playing with scrap metal. He had to show them.

He moved with a feverish intensity, slotting the spears and the needles into the heart of the formations he had laid out. Once every item was aligned to the right spot, he knelt and slammed both palms onto the cold soil.

He didn’t just tap into his spirit; he flooded the arrays and formations with his Light and Lightning elements.

The one hundred Purgators stood in a wide circle, their blue mist shimmering as they watched in a daze of confusion. They exchanged silent, lingering gazes.

The consensus was written on their faces: either this youngster was a total lunatic who had finally snapped under the pressure of the apocalypse, or he was a once-in-a-millennium genius who had seen a path through the labyrinth that they had all missed.

They chose to wait. If he was a madman, they would simply drag him back to the castle once he exhausted himself. But if he succeeded... If even a fraction of his claim was true... Then they finally had a silver lining of hope in a world that was designed to be their grave.

William didn’t care for their judgment. Knowing that the Fox was the mastermind served to bolster his confidence. He understood the Fox better than anyone—he literally carried a fragment of that power within himself.

As he funnelled his power, the arrays and formations didn’t just glow; they erupted. A bright flash of dark-gold light emanated from the valley’s edge, temporarily blinding the masters.

Under the watchful, squinting eyes of the Purgators, the spears and needles began to spin. Then, with a sound like a thunderclap, they were driven deep into the ground. They didn’t hit resistance; they moved as if there were pre-existing, bottomless holes leading toward the centre of the planet.

The ground began to moan. The very edge of the valley where they stood trembled violently, the vibrations so intense that several masters had to drive their own weapons into the soil just to remain upright.

It felt as if the crust of the world were made of glass and William was tapping it with a hammer, threatening to shatter the entire ground at any moment.

For thirty minutes, the earth screamed. William remained motionless, his forehead beaded with sweat. He wasn’t just pushing the needles; he was navigating. He had linked his spirit to every single piece of metal before they submerged.

To him, it was like controlling a hundred flying swords through thick, murky water. He felt them bypass the rocky layers, dive through the veins of liquid darkness, and then, with a psychic jolt that nearly stopped his heart, he felt them hit the wall.

It was a grand, churning pool of Darkness spirit power—an infinite sea that acted as the heart of the Medium World.

"I’ve reached the core!" William shouted, an almost villainous, triumphant smile spreading across his soot-stained face. "That makes it a success!"

Bernard looked around, his hand on the hilt of his blade, his senses strained to the limit. He felt the shaking, yes, and he saw the light, but to his perception, the world remained the same. The bears were still howling, the fog was still brown, and the gates were still gushing monsters.

"What do you mean, a success?" Bernard asked, his voice tinged with the weary patience of a commander about to give up on a dream. "Nothing has changed, William. The world is still ours to die in."

"Nothing has changed yet," William corrected him, rising slowly to his feet. He felt a new connection. He could feel the pulse of the planet beneath his boots as if it were his own pulse. "Let me show you the difference... See this area around us? Watch and learn."

William simply closed his eyes, the roars of the bears filling the valley punctuated only by the soft clinking of empty glass bottles as he drained several high-grade spirit power regeneration elixirs.

He waited for a heartbeat, feeling elixirs’ fluid racing through his body, replenishing his spirit power. When he felt his body finally brimming with power, he instantly gushed a massive portion of it into the spiritual link connected to the buried needles and spears.

Deep beneath the crust, where the needles and spears had pierced the veil of the world’s core, his light and lightning elements began to diffuse into that grand, stagnant pool of darkness. He couldn’t physically see the interaction, but if he could have, the sight would have been cataclysmic.