C1270 Demon Tide

Yanli, a ninth-level fish demon known within Shadow's Keep, regained full consciousness and, disregarding her own wounds, began to shriek at Ogeus. She expelled a succession of bubbles, each one shimmering and translucent. Within these bubbles, one could barely discern the silhouettes of butterflies dancing gracefully. As the butterflies emerged, a look of bewilderment washed over Yanli's Demonic Eyes.

Wave after wave of chaos ensued, yet Yanli seemed untouched by the empress's malevolent influence. A mystical force, alien to Yanli herself, emanated from each bubble. These radiant bubbles drifted towards the motionless archdemons and alien beasts, and in a twinkling, they merged into their demon souls.

With a crack, a Starbeast shattered the obstructing rubble and charged towards the Tar-Backed Bull and the icy meteorite where Yanli stood. The Darkfire Beast, Golden Rock Beast, and other unnamed alien beasts, once enveloped by the bubbles, sprang into action.

Simultaneously, the Dragon Slaying Stage in Yu Yuan's grasp, summoned from his acupoint, grew intensely hot. A message from the young Titan Spinosaurus pulsed from within the depths of the violet-gold dragon egg—an intrusion by a foreign entity!

Yu Yuan's face contorted with alarm, and he swiftly returned the elongated Dragon Slaying Stage to the acupoint he had opened. In the secluded realm of his acupoint, he could almost hear the peculiar sound of a butterfly's wings beating. The Dragon Slaying Stage radiated a blinding brilliance in the world within his acupoint.

"Voidweaver!" Yu Yuan exclaimed, his complexion draining of color.

He communicated urgently with Yu Yiyi and settled into the Crucible of Evil, channeling all his focus, remnant soul, and vitality to confront the enigmatic strange power that had infiltrated his acupoint.

"Yu Yuan!" came the distressed shout of Yan Ziyang from deep within the frigid cavern. He, too, seemed to be facing a predicament. He observed the slumbering Queen, her brow furrowed in distress. A splendid and enigmatic butterfly had inexplicably materialized on her smooth, pale forehead. It started there, then spread to her neck, and soon after, her entire face...

Beneath her regal attire, it seemed that the Queen's very body was gradually revealing a colorful butterfly. The image of the butterfly fluctuated between clarity and obscurity, as if it were constantly changing due to the interplay of the Queen's power and the butterfly's own force.

Yan Ziyang, who was privy to the Queen's true identity and familiar with the legend of the secular bird, felt his courage crumble at the sight. What was the nature of that resplendent, enigmatic butterfly?

Ignorant of the full story, he called out loudly to Yu Yuan, seeking an explanation. Alas, Yu Yuan was caught in his own predicament.

"Void, Voidweaver!" exclaimed Yan Qiling, still disoriented from the recent events. He watched as the black and white chess pieces he had refined took flight, reassembling themselves into the enigmatic Mystic Gate. Beyond the gate, it seemed as though a myriad of spaces intersected, casting a mesmerizing glow.

Yan Qiling had lost control over the chess pieces and was clueless about the origins and secrets of the mystic gate. Given his profound grasp of space magic, not even a ninth level elder from the Voidweaver Clan could bypass him and use his artifact to conjure such a gate. Unless...

Piecing together the anomaly with Yu Yuan's behavior, Yan Qiling hastily ceased the activity at the Dragon Slaying Stage. In the next moment, the sound of fluttering butterfly wings echoed in the depths of his mind.

As the sound of wings filled the air, Yan Qiling's body became as though suspended in space, immobile. His thoughts, however, remained active, delving deeper into the mystery.

He pondered why the power of the Voidweaver had suddenly manifested in this realm, targeting both him and Yu Yuan. Could it be related to the Dragon Slaying Stage? And what of the legendary Voidweaver, rumored to be nothing more than an empty husk?

The cosmic giant beast that had given rise to the Voidweaver Clan had left behind a cocoon — the World-Sundering Stone — and its body in the clan's holy land. Yet, its soul had long since vanished, a fact well-known to all.

Moreover, the tenth level Mighty of their kind had also vanished without a trace while exploring the Maw of Oblivion. The soul of the Voidweaver, the most powerful being among the current Voidkin, had been missing for countless years.

"Origin Realm! The Origin Gate! The Origin Deity!"

Yan Qiling's soul quivered with a sudden enlightenment.

Regrettably, he was paralyzed, having lost all control over space, unable to even manipulate his own pawns.

The sound of a colorful butterfly flapping its wings persisted.

Yan Qiling could do nothing but listen passively.

As he listened, in his dazed and confused state, he thought he heard mocking laughter in the fluttering of wings.

They mocked him for threatening Pei Yuling and the elder of the Shadowkin with the might of Boulderdawn.

Yan Qiling's consciousness grew increasingly foggy, his thoughts fragmented and disjointed.

Ogeus, on the other hand, was bewildered.

Caught off guard by the abrupt shift, he awoke to Yanli's urgent pleas, and then everything was transformed.

Yu Yuan, with a grave look, took his seat within the Crucible of Evil, bracing himself against the encroaching strange power as if facing a formidable foe.

Yan Qiling had become like a marionette, immobilized, his soul ensnared in a dire strait.

Yanli, along with the bubbles she produced, had attempted to enter the cavern. Numerous alien beasts and archdemons, touched by the bubbles, also surged towards the meteorite.

The Tar-Backed Bull and Ogeus shared a sense of bewilderment.

"What's going on?"

Ogeus hovered in the air, attempting to forge a spiritual connection with his trusted lieutenants.

From the souls of the Golden Rock Beasts, he too heard the anomalous sound of butterfly wings.

Ogeus's demon form grew rigid.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The entrance to the cave burst open as Yanli's monstrous form expanded, driven by another force. Under Yan Ziyang's watchful eye, the ninth-level Monster Lord of Shadow's Keep plummeted into the icy cavern.

Yan Ziyang, unaffected by any psionic interference, had already been startled by the Queen's odd behavior. Seeing Yanli descend and sensing her peculiar aura...

"The colorful butterfly can infiltrate and influence the secular bird while it sleeps, integrating its memories, and can even contend with her," Yan Ziyang's heart skipped a beat as he finally uttered the name, "Voidweaver!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A thick cold fog suddenly swirled within the cavern, and the enigmatic patterns etched into the rock walls came to life, drawn by an unseen force.

Two silhouettes materialized inside the cave in quick succession, each assuming the distinct form of a Frostfiend.

"By my master's command, I am to guard Her Majesty," one declared.

Once the Frost Queen had settled, she extended a snow-white arm, channeling the power of the Frozen Flames to refine it. In mere moments, her limb transformed into a razor-sharp icicle, gleaming with a chilling light. With her other hand, she pointed at Yanli, and a jet of Frozen Flames shot forth.

The Sky Fiend let out a sinister laugh, baring his teeth in a wicked smile. "To partake in a clash between cosmic giant beasts is a tale I'll boast of for a lifetime!" With a forceful stomp of his foot, countless icy spikes burst forth from every corner of the cave, piercing through the earth. Starbeasts, Darkfire Beasts, and Golden Rock Beasts impaled by these projectiles were left riddled with bloody wounds.

Inside the Dragon Slaying Stage, within a domain of bitter cold, the Sky Fiend, having amassed considerable power, showcased his formidable prowess.

Yan Ziyang instantly recognized that this frigid haven, rich with Frost Veins, had slipped beyond his reach.

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