“Silver Dragon, the remains of a realm god,” Felix gently brushed his slender, pale fingers over the surface of the purple crystal skull, uncertain about the truth in the woman’s words. The one thing he was sure of was that the woman had a motive in telling him all this.
Felix unsheathed the single-handed sword at his waist, the sharp blade lightly scraping the surface of the skull, emitting a shrill, metallic sound. After testing the hardness of the crystal skull, Felix held it with both hands, sinking into silence as he began to channel his Frost Power into it.
Frost spread from Felix’s pale fingers over the crystal skull, but soon, the skull’s eye sockets emitted a faint purple light. The purple glow extended from the nasal bone to the crown, and then the frost covering the skull melted away as if encountering sunlight.
Felix tried to increase the output of his Frost Power, but the more force he exerted, the stronger the resistance from the skull. No matter how hard he tried, the frost could only spread to the edges of the skull’s crown.
“Worthy of being the remains of a god. After such a long time, it still possesses such formidable power.” Felix gently closed his eyes, feeling the energy emanating from the skull resonating with his own. He was searching for the source of this resonance, which might hold clues to regaining his memory.
Closing his eyes, he shut off his perception of the outside world.
Felix expanded his mental network, focusing it on the purple crystal skull in his hand. Despite the danger, he had to try; the mysterious resonance from the first sight of the skull had sparked his curiosity. He had a special feeling that the answer was getting closer.
To the naked eye, it was a physical object, but to the spirit, it was elemental.
In the world of spiritual perception, the crystal skull in Felix’s hand became an amalgamation of the four elements. The skull itself gradually became transparent under the infiltration of his mental network. Then, strange runic veins appeared on the crown of the skull.
The free-floating natural elements around started to stir, centering on the crown of the skull. As Felix injected his mental power, a weak but stable vortex of elements formed, expanding with the concentration of power. Soon, two new elemental vortices formed in the eye sockets of the skull.
Felix felt a pulling force from the skull’s eye sockets, growing stronger, first tugging at his mental network and then seeming to pull his soul out of his body and into the crystal skull.
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Was it his imagination? In his mental perception, it seemed as if the crystal skull in his palm showed a sinister smile.
A menacing smile.
A sense of danger.
Felix abruptly withdrew his mental network, but it was a moment too late. A terrifying suction pulled his consciousness into the crystal skull.
Then he plunged into endless darkness.
The spiritual world, the kingdom of a god.
Felix rubbed his head as he stood up, only to find himself no longer in the carriage.
He was naked, standing before a grand and majestic palace. The once glorious palace was covered in dust, with only a magnificent statue at its highest point still emitting a faint light. The other statues at its base were already cracked, some even weathered into dust.
The sky was a dark red, tinged with a fiery glow.
The soil under his feet still held some life, but beyond ten steps, it was all barren, with no sign of living beings.
Ten steps away, the fierce wind howled, carrying sand and stones.
But as the fierce wind approached within ten steps of the palace, it seemed to dissolve into an invisible force. By the time it reached Felix, it was just a gentle breeze.
“Where am I? Is this a dream?” Felix looked at his body; he was completely bare, but it was still his body, as the sword wound near his heart was still there.
“My apostle, you have finally come,” a deep voice called from the highest sculpture in the palace.
An inexplicable attraction made Felix walk towards the highest point of the palace involuntarily. He tried to stop his footsteps, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.
In Felix’s heart, an endless horror surged, but no matter how hard he tried, his body still moved forward with heavy steps, slowly approaching the sculpture.
“My follower, are you willing to sacrifice everything for me?” The towering sculpture, several dozen meters high, suddenly burst into brilliant golden light. A faint, almost invisible figure appeared on the sculpture, resembling the person depicted, but the figure was hazy, as if it could dissipate at any moment.
Before Felix could speak, the figure emerging from the grand sculpture hurriedly said, “My follower, do not be afraid. Open your heart, and you will merge with me. Together, we will become a new deity, ruling over mountains and rivers.”
In just a moment, the figure on the sculpture became more indistinct. As Felix approached the sculpture, it eagerly lunged towards his body.
At that moment, the strong pulling force finally weakened.
Felix forcefully broke free from the control of the apparition and leaped back several meters with a tap of his toes on the step, asking in a deep voice, “Who are you?”
“I am the great—just give me your body.” Before the figure could finish speaking, the wind outside the grand palace suddenly became fierce. From the moment the figure appeared, the energy shield covering the grand palace vanished into thin air.
The entire grand palace seemed to age thousands of years in an instant. Starting from the edges, the solid marble slowly weathered and cracked, eventually collapsing into rubble under the fierce wind.
The figure made of apparition shrank a bit, no longer wasting words, and transformed into a streak of golden light, fiercely lunging towards Felix’s body.