Chapter 686: Chapter 383 What is Stuck in the Ground_1
“We can’t enter the main hall,” Negris said.
Right after he spoke, Ange took a step into the main hall. Supposedly, there should have been a barrier there, but Ange now stepped right through it as if it were nonexistent.
Negris quickly flew over, sessfully passing through the spot where the barrier supposedly was.
“Has it really disappeared? We can go in,” Negris rejoiced, and everybody rushed to follow.
The Resting Pce, with its main hall and four other sub halls, was built using a multiyer stacking method of dimensional space. Each building was a separate dimension, therefore corresponding conditions must be met to enter the dimension within the pce.
ording to Durken, achieving bnce was necessary, but how to attain that bnce, he did not know. The current Resting Pce haspletely changed from the time he designed and constructed it.
There were originally over a dozen keyponents, but now only seven remain. Theoretically, maintaining bnce should be impossible, yet, against the odds, perfect stability has been achieved.
Facing this situation, Durken was baffled. He could not open the main hall, and he did not even dare to tamper with anything for fear that it might copse.
Such circumstances are quite mystical in architectural studies. Usually, when things aren’t maintained and people mess around, nothing happens for hundreds of years. But once maintenance begins, chaos somehow emerges.
Now, suddenly, they could enter the main hall that had been inessible for so long. Ange was probably the only one who could guess the reason; it was because his main body had arrived.
The dimensions of the four sub-halls were simple, but the main hall was entirely different. Upon entering, they found themselves in a vast, open space, a long corridor nked by towering pirs. The dome was incredibly high, perhaps a kilometer tall, with no visible boundaries on all sides, like an endless expanse to the naked eye.
It felt as if they had stepped into an open field. As they walked forward, Feiti began toin, “I’ve been wanting to ask, when you were designing this, why did you make the main hall so huge? Every time wee here, we have to walk forever, and running or flying is prohibited. It’s so annoying.”
“What else was I supposed to do?” Durken retorted. “The main hall needed to be in bnce with the external Land of Slumber and other spaces. It had to be this big. How else was I supposed to fill the main hall? Leave a huge gap for what, to nt…”
As soon as the word ‘nt’ came out, Feiti and Negris both instinctively lunged at him, intending to cover his mouth. True to his ‘Lightning’ title, Feiti swiftly covered his mouth, silencing him.
Durken recoiled, pressing his lips tightly together with lingering fear.
The others, who either had not reacted in time or did notprehend what had happened, cast their puzzled gazes over. Ange, Little Angel, and Little Zombie turned their heads after hearing themotion.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all. Nothing happened,” Negris forced a smile.
Durken rushed to agree, “Yeah, it’s nothing. We were just joking.”
Seeing that everyone had stopped paying attention to this incident, Negris and his party breathed a sigh of relief. It was a close call; if Ange had heard the word ‘nt crops’, and actually decided to dig up the main hall to nt crops, who would be able to stop him?
After a long walk, they finally caught sight of a gigantic figure. It had a long sword embedded in the ground before it, both hands clutching the hilt, one knee on the ground, and its head bowed down, unmoving.
In front of it was a massive chair, its backrest reaching for the heavens and suggesting the grandeur of something that supported the very universe itself.
“So grandiose! So, the Undead King was this gigantic? Even the chair he sits on is this big,” Luther remarked in awe.
“Yeah, it’s enormous!” Lightning agreed, “Even the Old Tree God could sit here with a shaved head.”
Of course, Lightning was referring to the Tree of Life. His exaggeration was extreme—the Tree of Life would definitely not fit, even with a shaved head.
Durken scratched his nose awkwardly, exining, “You guys are mistaken. That’s just the chair’s backrest. The seat is considerably smaller.”
When the group reached the giant, they finally saw the “seat”. Compared to the towering backrest, the seat was much more normal, about as wide as a regr chair.
Inparison to the massive backrest, this was like a single brick standing out on a huge wall, conspicuously out of ce.
“…”
The silence was eerie, everyone looked at each other. Lightning finally said, “This design is really unique, as good as the dwarfs and goblins, huh?”
At these words, Durken’s face darkened. Was that supposed to be apliment? Comparing him with dwarfs and goblins? Dwarfs were eptable; they had once built awe-inspiring structures. Their robust, coarse style was appealing to some. But goblins…
Durken shot Lightning a sidelong nce, engraving the insult to memory.
Everyone looked upward at the kneeling giant.
“Is that the Guardian God Emperor? He’s huge!” Even on one knee, the Guardian God Emperor was approximately ten meters tall. Standing up, it must be at least thirty meters. The sense of oppression was quite oppressive.
Harvey asked, “The Guardian God Emperor still exists here, does this mean that the king has not dissipated?”
The Great Sage shook his head, “He has scattered, his soul is gone.”
Everyone had noticed that there was no hint of soul energy in the statue of the Guardian God Emperor. But even when it had stood outside the pce gates, they had not felt any soul energy either.
While speaking, the Great Sage floated up to the Guardian God Emperor’s forehead, where there was a ck crystal about the size of a fist. The Great Sage ran his hand over it.
The ck crystal emitted small points of light.
“ck Crystal!” Everyone couldn’t help but exim. They had just recently seen the ck crystal and approximately understood its value. Even a fragment the size of a fingertip was enough to drive the cat insane…
Er, mainly because the cat was just too greedy. It would go crazy over elf beans, cat grass, and even ck crystals.
However, there was no doubt that a fist-sized ck crystal would be worth much more than a fingertip-sized one.
The tiny light points that the Great Sage rubbed out quickly disappeared, and the ck Crystal fell back into its pitch-ck rustic state, just like an ordinary ck stone.
“There are no souls inside anymore.” the Great Sage announced.
Harvey’s entire body seemed to dete; his small glimmer of hope had been extinguished once again.
Unexpectedly, Negris spoke, “That’s not right. If the soul in the Guardian vanishes, but why is it in this position? What’s it paying homage to? If it is his majesty’s avatar, what is there worthy of paying homage to?”
Ange tilted his head and said, “It’s not paying homage, it’s impaling something.”
All eyes lit up abruptly. Yes, it might not be paying homage, but attacking something. Something had been stabbed into the ground, or perhaps something was buried underneath?@@novelbin@@
“How can we lift it?” After nces all around, eyes eventuallynded on Harvey and Feiti. “The two of you try it, just be careful not to break it.”
Raising the statue was easy, however recing it ‘safely’ wasn’t. The two Lords of Mourning should be able to manage that.
Just as the words fell, they heard a creaking sound. The Guardian God Emperor slowly moved, standing up. Only the sword still firmly embedded in the ground.
Turning their heads, they see Ange putting his hand on the statue’s foot, continuously transferring soul energy into it.
The statue stood up and the sword stuck in the ground was easy to deal with. Feiti and Harvey, one on each side, pulled hard together and removed the sword.
With an angry roar, a shadow burst out from the hole left by the sword.
To be filled next month