Mystical Journey
chapter-1076

"You really don't need to explain!" Clint interrupted him again. "You've definitely suffered in the mining pit, and I really understand the pain you've experienced. You had to dress gorgeously every day only to interact with such frightening men… Yet, the world is like this. If we can't resist it, we can only learn to accept it. Especially fellows like you with such a boyishly charming face that even I cannot help but be aroused by… Scary… It's so scary!!"

The white-haired youth's face had darkened already…

"Although I've never experienced pain like yours, I still understand that some things are just a part of our destiny. Even though it's already fated, as long as you resist it, you will definitely see results!" Clint sighed emotionally.

"Destiny? Resist?" A ray of light flashed across the white-haired youth's eyes.

"Yes… Resist your destiny. Doesn't it sound pretty cool?" Clint raised his head and looked at the sky. Other than the sun, there was a dark purple planet which was quite near to them. It was also giving off a mild, purple light.

"But how do you know that our own attempts of resistance aren't already arranged as parts of our destinies?" The white-haired youth could finally speak a complete sentence properly. He had a melodious voice that was very clear and not the slightest bit hoarse. It made others unconsciously relate it to all of the adjectives that could describe purity. It even sounded faintly like a girl's voice.

"You will always see a fragment of hope in the end if you resist. However, if you don't resist, you won't even have this fragment of hope," said Clint while scratching his head. "I don't know any major reasons, but I merely do the things that I want to, and this is enough. As for the other troubling matters, we'll just talk about it later when the time comes!"

A hint of curiosity flashed in the white-haired youth's pupils.

"You probably have dreams, right?"

"Of course!" Clint rubbed his nose. "My dream is to find a place to live out my days peacefully without being disturbed by others. Of course, bringing another specific person along the way to restore their body is also another part of it," He smiled bitterly soon after that and said. "But, from the looks of it now, the realization of this dream may be too far away. What about you? Do you have any dreams?"

A cold breeze blew past and lifted a few strands of white hair beside the youth's cheeks lightly. He reached his hand out and tidied his hair while smiling faintly.

"My dream… is the hope that this world will be devoid of all struggles. I don't want wars to exist."

"Yes, that's a really beautiful dream!" Clint raised his thumb. "Although it's a bit too far-fetched."

"I've always felt that it would be best for everyone to live together peacefully, isn't that so? Why must we fight each other for our interests before our hatred deepens finally? In the end, neither side knows the source of the war anymore…" the white-haired youth uttered quietly. "However, generations of struggles continue on like that. Endlessly…"

"You've said it perfectly!" Clint patted the youth's shoulder firmly.

"I did? You feel this way too?!" The white-haired youth's eyes widened slightly while he looked at Clint whose face was filled with admiration.

"Of course! Honestly, who in this world likes going to war? Other than deviants, war maniacs, and careerists, no one likes fighting," nodded Clint. "Hence, although your dream is very bleak, I will continue to support you!"

"Will you?" A gentle smile appeared on the white-haired youth's face suddenly. "That's really wonderful. I always assumed that no one could understand me. I'd never expected to encounter someone here who could actually understand my dream. You're actually a good person."

Clint scratched his head and felt slightly embarrassed. This was the first time that someone had praised him like this.

"Hehe, I'm not as great as you made me out to be… You don't know this, but the first time I laid eyes on you, I felt a familiar feeling."

"Perhaps this is a part of destiny as well?" said the white-haired youth, smiling.

"Yes, there's no point thinking of destiny as something bleak, right? We can't say for sure that destiny isn't trying to reverse wars either. However, our strength is insufficient in the meantime," said Clint while laughing.

Right after these words escaped Clint's mouth, the white-haired youth's eyes widened suddenly. He stared blankly at Clint who was smiling stupidly. Faintly, a new radiance appeared on his handsome, pale face instantly. It resembled a sacred halo.

"Yes… Perhaps my dream is merely a part of destiny that is trying to lead me on the right path. The thing that I'm moving towards is the signs of destiny!"

"It's great that you've figured it out!" Clint patted the youth's head firmly. "Alright, go back and rest then. We need to mine more ores in a while!"

"Thank you," said the white-haired youth while looking at Clint sincerely. "I'll strive for my dream."

"No more underestimating your life next time!" Clint nodded happily. After educating this fellow briefly, his mood had suddenly improved as well. He turned around and took long strides while walking towards the mining area.

The white-haired youth watched the back of his figure leave silently while the radiance across his face brightened.

"Yes… Why wasn't I The Child of Destiny? The signals in my vision are the places that destiny wants me to travel to…" He closed his eyes before a white imprint that was shaped like the 'Ω' omega symbol appeared on his forehead suddenly.

"Destiny guided me, it allowed me to arrive in this universe for me to change everything, no?"

He glanced one last time at Clint's figure that was about to disappear.

"Everything that I've done is my true destiny. A successor of the Red King, I had never expected that you would give me such a lesson… Everything is determined by destiny, huh…"

"For my dream… I'm willing to sacrifice everything… Mother, are you ready…?"

He turned around and walked toward another direction of the wasteland. His body disintegrated suddenly, turning into countless shrouds of white smoke that drifted away into the sky.

No one was aware that both of the future strongest individuals had met each other silently on Planet Gideon of the Four-Star Alliance in what was perhaps a coincidental situation.

They were the White King, who had yet to mature, and the similarly immature Red King.

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On Planet Scarlet Snow that was extremely far away.

As he was unable to find the traitor of Dragon Light Sect in time, Garen could only return with his members. He had just dispersed his team and leaped back to his own territory before faintly feeling as if new changes had occurred throughout the forces of cause and effect of the major powers of the world.

"What's going on?"

He furrowed his brows and felt the changes and movements in his surroundings carefully. There were no other noises, but the whooshing and whistling of wind from far away. The birds were too afraid to fly near his surroundings as well. This was an absolute zero area, and everything had been paused in a frozen state. This was the result of the terrifying power that was naturally released by Garen.

"Could it be that the White King and Clint have finally met for the first time?" He suddenly recalled the scene that he had witnessed in the Space-Time Print.

A short while ago all the way to the present day, the first Crown Prince of the Finite people, Sandfly, had killed his parents before ascending the throne of the Finite king within a short span of ten years. He called himself The Child of Destiny and The Emperor of Eternity. He began to unify the war between the Finites and humans.

"If that really happened, I need to increase my speed now," Garen was very certain that the White King could see how powerful the terrifying abilities of the orbit of cause and effect were. He could also find every weakness and flaw of his opponent. No one could stand before him and challenge him directly, none except for Clint. This was because Clint was the only person whom he could barely consider as a friend and the only person who could understand him.

Garen used the wireless linking network of his Energy Machine Imprint quickly to begin inquiring about the latest news and incidents that had occurred.

After returning from the Blue Frost Sect, he had brought an abundance of valuables with him. He allowed the Scarlet Snow Sect to examine its details deeply. This was especially helpful to the disciples of the lower grades as a lot of these pieces of equipment were directly useful for disciples of lower grades. This increased the support and praises toward Garen within the sect greatly.

Many people believed that Garen truly had good intentions towards Scarlet Snow Sect. As for the suspicious of him killing Rainy, they were not as certain about it anymore. Moreover, if he had really killed her, as an offender who had stolen the Secret Frost Seed, other than a few intimate disciples, no one would really regard Garen as an enemy because of this.

More and more people had started placing their respect for Garen above righteousness. Therefore, even if he had really killed her, it would still be Rainy's fault.

After returning to his senses from the vast information, Garen saw that five Two-headed Werewolves had appeared behind him silently.

"You're back? How were the collections?" he asked quietly.

Garen had bestowed the name Turing upon the strongest Two-headed Werewolf. In the Universal Language, the pronunciation of this name meant wolf of winter nights. As for the remaining Two-Headed Werewolves, they were named by Turing one by one. Garen did not ask about them.

"Reporting back to our great master, there are one hundred and twenty-eight types of high-energy mineral veins in total that can help you. Among the ones with the largest reserves, they are three veins with tonnages of over two billion. They are also the ones that are closest to the nearest star region. However, they have been occupied by the stations of other sects," reported Turing respectfully. "As for the other smaller-scale mineral veins, we already have brothers who are currently extracting and refining them. When you were traveling to Planet Almanac, a portion of the refined mineral resources had already been transported to Planet Scarlet Snow."

"You've done pretty well," nodded Garen happily. These life forms with disorderly intelligence that were derived from his Distorted Seeds were absolutely loyal toward him. As his life and death were linked with theirs, it was worth it for him to trust them.

There were already more than one hundred and fifty intelligent Two-headed Wolves that he had released now. All of them were disguised as a new breed of Two-headed Wolves that had started to come into contact and engage in trade with other intelligent creatures. After all, the universe was huge, and various non-human races were not rare. Therefore, it was not strange to have another breed of the Two-Headed Wolves.

"Has White Night returned?" Garen suddenly recalled the Gideon Body that had yet to mature now. The future older brother of Clint's companion was currently still at his weakest stage.

"I've heard that he has returned. It seems like he's suffered some very strange injuries and is currently seeking treatment in the Frost Hall," answered Turing quietly. After obtaining Garen's new confidence, he was given the authority to look over even more information.

"Great master, according to your previous arrangements, weren't you supposed to have gone to Frost Hell to realize the Secret Frost Seed already? Meanwhile, we seem to have obtained the whereabouts of the bejeweled Staff of Absolute Yin as well."

"Is it the first staff?" asked Garen quietly.

"Yes. Master, the staffs that you found were not embedded with gems. There were only a few that were embedded with gems. However, I've heard rumors that it has appeared at the faraway Finite Royal Auction House," Turing explained.

"Royal Auction House…" Garen exhaled. The Staff of Absolute Yin that was embedded with gems was the only thing that could produce new potential points without requiring the grinding process. The remaining ones which, without the embedments, could only produce potential qi extremely slowly. Even if less than ten years had passed, one would not even need to dream of producing even one potential point.

"Alright."

Garen closed his eyes.

"No rush, we'll go again after awhile. There's no need to hurry now…" He looked inwardly at the six Origin Crystals inside his body that had started to link with each other gradually. He gradually fell into a state of indifference.

He had a premonition that it would probably take a long time before he could enter the Non-falling Level.

Upon seeing this, Turing and the others retreated consciously and increased the safety of their surroundings.