The Path to Another World

The colossal blue sword of light instantly pierced through space, resonating with the blue light in another distant universe, like a guiding beacon. Their frequencies finally merged, and a blue dot appeared on the massive crystal screen set up by the elves. Though indistinct, it could be sensed drifting steadily towards them. Everyone stared intently at the crystal screen, not daring to blink, their hands clenched into fists, oblivious even as their fingernails scratched their palms.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the point of light finally reached a range where the image could be fully displayed. Two figures, enveloped in blue light forming a giant cocoon, were seen moving forward at high speed. Both appeared to be unconscious, their eyes tightly closed, their faces contorted, as if they had experienced some kind of trauma before losing consciousness. Black hair was uncommon on this continent, and they were of medium build. Suddenly, Karl noticed a familiar pendant around the neck of one of the men. It was none other than the elven artifact he had longed for, the Blessing of the Goddess of Fate, which he had seen countless times and dreamed of possessing! That was the goddess's personal artifact; how could it be in the hands of a mortal? Everyone examined it carefully several times, but the goddess's whereabouts remained unknown. Could it be that the high priest had made a mistake? "Karl murmured, somewhat uncertain himself. At that moment, a thin yet incredibly pure blue light emanated from the sapphire on the pendant and merged into their bodies. Seeing the familiar color and unique fluctuations, Karl's eyes lit up. A gemstone could never possess such pure energy, not even a divine artifact. If the goddess herself wasn't present, then her soul or divine essence must be hidden within this pendant. Karl's previously gloomy face immediately brightened, and he laughed loudly, "All my people, the goddess has returned! Let us quietly await her arrival!" Hearing the clan leader's announcement, everyone began to erupt in excitement. Although the clan leader had ordered everyone to disperse and return home to wait, many more spontaneously stood before the crystal screen, carefully praying that nothing unexpected would happen.

In the distant depths of the universe, in a place where the sun never shines, where there is never a ray of light, only an inky darkness, temperatures hundreds of degrees below zero are enough to freeze steel to shreds. These places are called the Dark Realm, the territory of the Dark Emperor. There is no trace of life there; no plant or animal can survive, except for some native creatures, such as eight-headed snakes and four-headed lizards. In short, it is a sacred land only suitable for dark creatures, dark plants, and the undead. Here, they unleash their full power, their combat strength significantly amplified.

The pitch-black planet Tylas was created during a cosmic cataclysmic event. Once a vibrant planet, it was struck directly by an asteroid, turning it into a dead planet. All life on it vanished, and the planet itself was swept from the realm of light into the realm of darkness. Now, a magnificent palace has risen on this once desolate planet, with red walls, green tiles, corridors, pavilions, and artificial hills—a truly beautiful sight. Everything is shrouded in darkness, except for a few stone benches in the main hall that emit an unusual glow, standing out starkly in the environment. Yet, not a single ignorant creature of darkness dares to approach and extinguish this irritating light, clearly out of fear of the palace's owner. This suggests that the owner is no ordinary person, but someone of extraordinary power and influence.

An irresistible aroma of wine wafted from afar, attracting the local wild beasts, who salivated at the sight. Following the scent, they arrived at the entrance of the grand hall. Sensing a powerful yet undisguised aura within, their animal instincts kicked in, and they could only growl softly from outside, trying to intimidate their master. A magnificent tiger, comparable to a human martial god, could no longer contain its desire. With a powerful leap, it roared and propelled itself like an arrow at supersonic speed towards the hall. But before it could even knock down the door, a muffled groan came from inside, followed by a mocking shout: "Insolent beast, die!" Before the words had even faded, a chopstick shot towards the tiger's forehead with even greater speed. From such a distance, the chopstick seemed to have traversed space; it had just appeared, yet in the blink of an eye, it was right before their eyes.

That tiger was no ordinary beast. Its fur stood on end, and its wild instincts told it that death was imminent. It tilted its head to the side, but the chopstick was faster. Before it could react, the chopstick pierced straight into the tiger's forehead. The steel-hard skull was instantly pierced by the ordinary bamboo chopstick. The tiger let out a wail, and bright red blood and white brain matter splattered out. The powerful momentum carried the tiger, which weighed several tons and was like a mountain of flesh, for dozens of miles before it crashed to the ground.

The other beasts stared in disbelief at the tiger slowly losing its breath, a chill running down their spines. This was a being whose strength was in no way inferior to their own, comparable to a human martial god, yet it had been instantly killed by an ordinary chopstick without any resistance. Instinctively, they took a step back, fearing that their master inside would become enraged again and bring about their own demise. The beasts glanced fearfully at the palace, then wisely swarmed forward, tearing the tiger, which had just lost its breath, to pieces and devouring it greedily. These beasts were primarily focused on body cultivation, possessing extraordinary physical strength. Their bodies contained a large amount of vital energy, and consuming a certain amount could greatly benefit their bodies. Because they were also of the dark attribute, there was no need to worry about backlash. A fist-sized black crystal fell from the fighting head. All the beasts vying for the crystal simultaneously lit up, panting heavily as they greedily stared at the magic crystal. This was the essence of the tiger's cultivation; if fused well, it could save them at least several hundred years of arduous cultivation. All the beasts ignored the looming prey and pounced on the magic crystal in a frenzy, tearing at each other and barking incessantly. They unleashed their various signature moves as if they were free, wielding claws and weapons to attack those around them. Enemies and former friends alike were nothing but bubbles in the face of profit…

"Temperance!" The palace master seemed to be affected by the commotion, his already chaotic emotions flaring up. He flung dozens of chopsticks from the holder beside him. Seeing the chopsticks hurtling towards them, all the wild beasts instantly stopped fighting, tucked their tails between their legs, and fled at top speed. The flying chopsticks once again pinned three or five unlucky beasts that couldn't dodge in time outside the door. Watching the fleeing beasts, the palace master sneered, "Truly a bunch of worthless beasts!" A surge of resentment welled up within him.

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