Mystical Journey
chapter-1130

The lady in the black dress, Magnetar Holy Lord remained silent.

"Mother, I have been your son for millenniums. Would you please let go of the past grudges?" A male voice that covered the entire ship came from the back.

"Black Blade Holy Lord..." The woman in the black dress sighed as a sign of tiredness could be seen in her gaze.

"It does not matter if I have become a Holy Lord. You will always be my mother." His tone was sincere.

"Uncle Huaer is currently trapped and will not be able to break free within five days. It's obvious that the Pilots will make their moves in these five days. If we don't unite now, we may possibly not be able to protect our last foundation!" The voice said, slightly emotional.

"My brother Ma Nong is currently trapped as he had unexpectedly encountered a new type of giant Space Storm and had been sucked into an Inverse Space far away from here. I believe the Backlight Holy Lord is currently in the same situation. Our opponent has started to move. They're currently cutting away those Regent Level powerhouses who are willing to lend us a hand. We really need to kill all of them in one sweep!"

"We have no idea how many they are inside these major Sects. They seem to be everywhere." Magnetar Holy Lord said softly.

"The three of us are their main targets. In order to fight against us, they first have to eliminate the Modified Demon Lord Team that serves us. Hence, I believe that we can command the Modified Demon Lord Team to attack so that we can lure out some of the opponent's strength. We will then eliminate them." Black Blade Holy Lord explained simply. "Naturally, the plan is much harder than it sounds."

"..." Magnetar Holy Lord didn't respond as she shut her eyes.

"Mother, can I take your silence as an agreement?" Black Blade Holy Lord asked.

"Do what you want...I do not wish to meet Backlight ever again no matter what." As Magnetar Holy Lord waved her hand, a terrifyingly powerful transparent Energy Field instantly repelled Black Blade Holy Lord's Projection Energy Field.

"The Holy Lord had already considered this." The Level Nine male leader who had reported to her earlier spoke. "He had sent an item through his subordinate and said that you are sure to change your mind after seeing it."

"An item?" Magnetar Holy Lord asked curiously. " Show it to me?"

"Yes." With the utmost respect, the man took out a small box from the Space Ring. It was square in shape and had a ferocious black dragon's image imprinted on it.

He released his hand as the box levitated and moved towards to Magnetar Holy Lord's hand automatically.

"This is..." Magnetar Holy Lord opened the box and boom!!

Her eyes widened.

Slowly, she lowered her head and looked at her abdomen.

A black, short and extremely sharp spear had pierced into her abdomen. The short spear was pitch black and was unexplainably cold. Then, the body of the short spear started disintegrating and turned into throngs of huge, black worms drilling into her abdomen through the wound.

These worms were like miniaturized black beetles the size of a nail. However, their quantity was simply too many.

"Black Blade..." Magnetar Holy Lord was in disbelief as fresh blood started to flow out from the edge of her lips.

Boom!!!

An intense Energy Field tried to flare up but a solid and firm Spatial Barrier had unknowingly activated beforehand around her.

The face of the man who spoke earlier changed. After a few twisting here and there, it transformed into the stiffed face of Chinande.

"Magnetar Holy Lord, your son has submitted to the empire a long time ago. Backlight and you are the only ones left who are still delusional."

"Chinande..." Magnetar found it difficult to speak up as her whole body started to tremble. She could not seem to tolerate the pain from the worms eating her out from the inside.

The Energy Field changed in a complex manner as it shifted into all sorts of attributes. However, it had no effect towards the black worms.

"As expected, the most dangerous person is the person who knows you best..." Magnetar smiled wryly as she understood that this was her son's actual intention. He knew everything about her, from her response, reactions and hidden strength.

"You're the only one I fear when it comes to fighting face to face. It's rare to encounter a powerful opponent but..." Chinande said in remorse. "Everything is done for His Highness. I have no choice but to sacrifice my personal hobby."

Boom!!

Magnetar exploded in an instant as a huge amount of black worms covered the entire sky and poured inside the mothership's hall.

As the Spatial Barrier had surrounded the area, the Level Nines outside could not sense anything happening at all.

A humanoid appeared on Chinande's body and shot out to where Magnetar was standing. It transformed into a new Magnetar Holy Lord, looking exactly like the original.

"Is Magnetar dead?" A female member behind Chinande asked lazily.

"No," Chinande replied coldly. "She was ambushed by Black Blade's black worms and had been cut into twenty-five thousand pieces. Although her body is destroyed, her Ultimate Board has yet to be discovered."

"She has lost her battle body that she had successfully crafted through thick and thin. What use can a soul which lies in the Ultimate Board do? Although she can find another body at will, she can no longer bring her actual strength into play anymore." The female member casually spoke. "She will never be able to get back on her feet without putting in thousands of years of effort again."

"That is indeed true." Another member agreed as he nodded.

"Let's leave. We have already planted our mole." Chinande ignored their conversations as he dispelled the Spatial Barrier. He then gently bowed towards the new Magnetar Holy Lord before turning around to leave the area.

"Send the emissary away." Magnetar Holy Lord said in a cold, female tone.

One of the few Level Nine whose head was covered in silvery hair appeared as he glanced at Chinande.

"Let's go."

He did not realize that the Holy Lord had been replaced. Furthermore, he had yet to realize that the man in front of him was the real Light of Justice Chinande, who was also a Holy Lord Level powerhouse.

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The competition had stopped temporarily.

Black Jade Dragon slowly backed down from the main battle arena after flaunting his prowess for some time.

On the other hand, White Lion had gone to rest a long time ago and did not bother himself with the Black Jade Dragon.

Dark Light was beaten senseless by Garen and was currently receiving immediate treatment. The final was temporarily held off and the battle to compete for the rankings would be held on the second day. Although the top three had been finalized, there were still other rankings to be determined. Hence, there were still many days of fighting even after the main event, which was what the other candidates were aiming for excluding the three major sects.

The three major sects, namely the Black Blade, Star Cloud and Magnetic Field were always in the top three. It was a norm for everyone and no typical Energy Machinists could hope to compete against them.

Garen, who was at the battle arena, felt a sense of alienation for some reason.

It was already night time as he brought along the disciples of the Scarlet Snow back to his hotel. After making the arrangements and settling down Hong Guo and his subordinates, he waited for the final results.

As he had nothing better to do in the hotel, he decided to bring Ice-Crack and Ice-Grand out of the room for a stroll.

As he walked out of the elevator to the main elevator hall on the first floor, he saw Dark Light leaning against the door as if he was waiting for him.

"Let's go for a stroll?" Dark Light glanced at Garen. Wisps of light green smoke curled gently out from the cigarette in his mouth.

"Sure," Garen spoke through the helmet.

"Sect Master, at this crucial moment..." Ice-Grand frowned as he reminded and tried to discourage him.

"It's fine." Garen raised his hand. "Both of you won't be able to do anything if someone really tries to harm me."

Ice-Grand and Ice-Crack exchanged glances. They knew that Garen did not compromise easily hence they lowered their heads and took a step back.

"Sect Master, please return as soon as possible."

"Both of you can enjoy yourselves. I'm sure there are old friends that you need to catch up with, right?" Garen said calmly.

"Yes."

Dark Light then led the way as Garen walked from behind.

Liz was already waiting at the entrance of the hotel when both of them walked out of the building. Her boyfriend Dios was beside her and their expressions were rather awkward.

"Senior Brother Dark Light!" A few disciples from the Star Cloud Sect bowed and greeted Dark Light as they saw him.

"Alliance Leader!"

The newly formed crowd filled with students of the Scarlet Snow Alliance bowed and greeted Garen as well.

"No need to be so formal everyone, relax." Garen and Dark Light said as they walked out of the hotel.

Walking in front, Dark Light turned his head around and looked at Liz.

"Want to go together?"

Liz was holding Dios' arm tightly but she was urged by her boyfriend.

"Go," Dios whispered, but he was not able to hide it from Garen and Dark Light.

There was a loud and sonorous singing coming out from one of the music halls nearby. The woman's sharp and powerful voice spread far away during the night as it carried a mysterious and ethereal rhythm.

Liz gritted her teeth and followed them.

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At a riverside near the hotel, a row of green willow trees grew arranged by the river bank.

Dark Light stood at the top of the willow tree.

"How much percent of actual strength have you used today? Be honest!"

Garen took off his helmet gently, revealing his face which had not seen the sunlight for a very long time. His face was cold and valiant as there was a white V-shape imprint on his forehead, giving off an extremely intimidating and superior vibe.

This was the presence of a Level Ten with an infinite amount of amplification. At that level, he was like a sun where his presence would not go unnoticed wherever he went. Once the Ten Thousand Gravitational Force had reached a certain extent, it would naturally attract the souls of others.

"None..." Garen said honestly.

Dark Light's expression immediately turned depressed.

"Are you saying that you stood there and let me attack you freely without fighting back?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Garen laughed. "Stop being irrational."

"Damn it!" Dark Light punched at the willow tree. "Is our strength really that big of a difference? I will have you know that I am a genius!"

"I can't even hit you even if you let me..." Dark Light gnashed his teeth in frustration. "You're really insane! People have always called me that in the past! I didn't expect myself to say the same thing to someone else!"

"I really do not wish to kill your self-confidence. However, this is the truth and there's nothing I can do about it." Garen was speechless. "I promised that I would lead the Scarlet Snow Sect and revive it once more. I can't go back on my words."

"How do you plan on reviving it? The main competition will only test the disciples' potential and the competition for territory repartition is not going to happen..." Dark Light asked with a bitter face.

Then, he seemed to recall something out of the blue, and as his expression turned rather strange and surprised.

"Are you planning to..."

"Yes. I'm going to do that." Garen nodded his head in affirmation.

"It's the Sect's Hegemony. Any sect that is not satisfied with their ranking may challenge the sect which ranks above them. It's a final match where one fights to the death!" Liz spoke from the side.

"They would often hold an exhibition competition after the main competition as the main competition decides the ranking of the sects. According to the rules, if anyone is unsatisfied with the result, the Sect Master or the powerhouse from the sect may represent the sect and go up the stage. However, the representative must use their sect's technique." She added quickly.

She and Dark Light looked at Garen with a complicated expression.

The strength difference between them and Garen was simply too great! It was so great that the phrase 'a world's apart' could not be used to describe it.

Dark Light might have been a genius, but Garen was already moving forward to become an Overlord. The term genius could only be used to describe a potential seed that had yet to sprout. Garen, on the other hand, was no longer a genius...