The Path to Another World

In the spacious hall, the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, their soft melodies like whispers or moans, causing listeners to blush and indulge in fantasies. Rows of red cloth fluttered in the hazy white mist, and dozens of exquisitely beautiful women, clad only in shreds, struck various alluring poses, their bare breasts and exposed flesh a dazzling display of spring. They waved their hands haphazardly or raised their legs, their actions more akin to promiscuity than dancing. If this were a dream, an ordinary person encountering such a situation would likely lose all sense of direction and identity, ultimately dying within their own dream.

Seated in the main seat of the hall was a short, obese middle-aged man. His shifty, beady eyes darted about, giving him a sleazy appearance, as if he were always scheming. If Tian Jun and Ye Fan saw him, they would recognize him immediately—this was none other than the ruthless schemer, the god of conspiracy, Sidik, who had appeared in their dreams and forced the goddess of nature, Ge Qiusha, to self-destruct. He had now regained his body; the body below his head, which had been lost in the battle against the goddess of nature, had been reforged by his supreme magical power. Alone, the young girl drank her wine in silence. The exquisite wine, meant to be savored in a jade cup, was now being roughly poured into a simple, coarse porcelain bowl and gulped down like a whale swallowing a peony—a blatant waste of such a fine beverage. His face was flushed, and he continued drinking alone, muttering to himself. He was clearly in a bad mood. Occasionally, drawn by the seductive music, he would glance up at the so-called beauties. His face was stiff and expressionless, almost like a poker face. Suddenly, anger flared up, and he grabbed the wine jug and smashed it over the jug. "Get out of here!" Startled, the women panicked. Faces peeled off their bodies, revealing skeletons. These beauties were just dark creatures painted with beautiful skin. No wonder their dance was so stiff and their figures so thin. Seeing the fearsome Stik's rage, everyone ran away, fearing they might be killed in the process.

It turns out that after Stik joined the dark side, due to the failure to defeat the goddess Geqiusha, he was never valued by the Dark God. He was only ever given trivial tasks, such as checking sanitation and distributing notices—basically a lackey running errands. He spent his days idly guarding this dilapidated palace, and in his boredom, he would use his magic to create skeletons, paint human masks on them, and have them dance to satisfy his vanity.

Just days ago, Stik, who had almost gotten used to everything, received a mission: to cooperate with another god of darkness. Severely injured and greatly weakened, Stik suffered countless humiliations and injustices. Even the final god of darkness dealt with the matter casually, offering no words of advice or justice to Stik. This filled Stik with despair; he knew he was now a useless piece of trash in the eyes of the god of darkness, which is why he spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he mustered up his courage and continued cursing to himself, venting his anger. Suddenly, a familiar energy fluctuation caught his attention, because he would never forget it. This energy fluctuation belonged to the nature goddess Geqiusha, who had given him everything he had now, leaving him with nothing, even his dignity. Looking at the blue light sword rising from the Mayan continent, Stik was somewhat surprised: "Wasn't Geqiusha supposed to have self-destructed and died? I saw it with my own eyes, it couldn't be faked! What's going on!"

Thinking of his current predicament and the humiliation he had suffered over the past millennium, seeing that familiar blue light, Stik felt a strange excitement. He seemed to already see himself trampling Ge Qiusha underfoot and boasting to the Dark God, seeing the Dark God treat him as his right-hand man, arrogantly teaching a lesson to all the gods who had humiliated him in the past. He couldn't help but feel excited and laughed loudly, "Truly, heaven hasn't forsaken me! Ge Qiusha, you've walked right into my trap! All the suffering I've endured these years is because..." "You think you've done this to me? Even though the Mayan planet is protected by its ancestral gods, I can't do anything to it. But when I capture you, when the thousand-year holy war arrives, I will erase the elf race from history right before your eyes to avenge my humiliation!" The cold and vicious laughter echoed far and wide, extremely jarring on this silent planet. The beasts that were nearby were all awakened from their sleep and fled at top speed. Having already witnessed the terror of the palace master during the day, they dared not provoke him again.

Stik appeared above the Mayan planet in a few flashes; traversing space was his forte. Sensing everything happening to the elves below from high above, including the live broadcast, he immediately understood. He sneered, "So you wanted to use this priest to summon your lost artifact. Too bad it's in another universe, a universe that even the Dark God and the Light God find troublesome. You want it back? I'll make sure you don't get your way. I'll make it forever exiled in the cold, dark rift of time, never to see the light of day again." Before he finished speaking, he channeled all his magic power, and strands of dark, venomous threads tightly bound the blue light sword emitted by the goddess statue. Dark magic is highly corrosive, especially when used by a god. In less than a moment, the massive blue light was dismembered into hundreds of fragments, shattering into nothingness in space.

Dozens of fanatical elves stood before the crystal screen, intently watching everything unfold. Suddenly, the screen flickered erratically, then went completely black; the crystal screen remained unresponsive, as if it were an ordinary stone. Even more devastating, the blue light emanating from the statue on the altar dimmed instantly, and the statue itself cracked and crumbled into a pile of rubble. All the elves were shocked, staring frantically at what they were witnessing. Old Karl, nearly collapsing from rage, grabbed the last surviving priest and roared, "What's going on? How could this happen?"

Before the old priest could answer his question, a wild voice boomed from the sky like thunder: "You damned ants, the Holy War is about to begin! I will make your artifacts forever exiled in the spatial rift! Rage to your heart's content! I will make everyone connected with Ge Qiusha die!" The wild words and the chilling laughter sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Having lost her guidance, will the goddess be forever exiled in the universe?" Old Karl asked the old priest earnestly after hearing the mysterious figure's words in the sky. "Probably not. We were just on the same frequency. It's just that we can't be sure if we landed in the Elf City. It's very likely that we landed in another region," the old priest replied, shaking his head.

“Okay, as long as we can land on this planet, we’ll find her sooner or later. I’ll treat this as the most important thing right now.” Karl clenched his fists tightly, not expecting such a commotion to occur.

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