Chapter 387: The Sorrowful Saintess Becomes a Mortal?
–Sea Region
Above the calm, azure sea, gentle waves lapped against the shore, their ripples clear and distinct.
The sky, reflected in the water’s surface, was a flawless blue, like pure, transparent glass.
Suddenly, a massive, azure eye tore through the sky.
Crack!
As the eye materialized, a terrifying aura, an overwhelming spirit energy, spread across the entire Sea Region.
Instantly, countless powerful beings turned their attention towards this place, their gazes fixed, their breaths held.
This was the Sorrowful Saintess’s domain, also the territory of the Hegemony Moon Realm’s alliance. A place of power, protected by legendary beings. Who would dare to trespass?
The next second, several figures emerged from the eye, their auras erupting, a terrifying display of legendary might.
At the front of this procession of legendary spirit beasts was a blue-haired woman in a bathrobe and flowing ribbons, her watery, magatama-shaped eyes like those of a goddess, her expression cold and indifferent.
Gong Lianyue, the Sorrowful Saintess!
Recognizing her, the observing presences quickly withdrew their auras, no longer daring to pry.
So it was just the Sorrowful Saintess returning. Nothing to worry about…
The legendary auras surrounding her like orbiting stars faded, returning to the blue-haired girl’s soul cores, only the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, still uncontracted, remaining by her side.
The two figures, descending from the sky, landed gently on the calm sea.
[We’re… back…] The White Flower Moon-Treading Deer looked around, its voice filled with disbelief.
It hadn’t expected her to possess such a powerful teleportation ability, capable of tearing through the fabric of realms. Only a support-type spirit beast like the Ice Forged Decapitator, one of the Ten Sacred Waters, could achieve such a feat.
Although, theoretically, a spirit diagram could manifest any ability, a materialization of one’s will, even a wish to surpass a mythical being, it couldn’t exceed the limits of one’s own power.
Whether reversing time, freezing space, or even resurrecting the dead, such abilities were limited by the user’s own spirit energy.
For example, a Saint-rank spirit beast capable of freezing time in a small area couldn’t possibly freeze a legendary being, whose aura alone far exceeded its control range.
The White Flower Moon-Treading Deer, after a moment of excited hopping, turned to the blue-haired girl, who remained silent, a thoughtful expression on her face.
“By the way, about that incident at the Cold Waterfall Heavenly Gate, you…?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. How is victory in the Title Challenge determined? How do they decide who gets the title?” Gong Lianyue waved it off, changing the subject.
[Well, I’m not entirely sure about the specifics. It’s… a matter of fate, I suppose?]
[It usually takes ten days or half a month for the decision to be made. We’ll know then.]
[Their cores aren’t completely destroyed, but there’s no point in… finishing them off. Even if they regenerate, they’ll just be ordinary legendary beings, not a threat. I’ll use them to make soup later.~~~]
As the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer finished speaking, it clutched its head, its vision blurring.
The Pseudo-Moon Pill’s side effects…?
Its powerful, Sun and Moon Realm aura vanished instantly, its cultivation level plummeting from the Waning Moon Stage all the way back to the Illumination Stage, its spirit energy completely depleted.
The White Flower Moon-Treading Deer’s majestic antlers shrank, becoming small, velvety nubs, its power reduced to that of a pre-awakening stage weakling.
And then, Gong Lianyue’s spirit energy also vanished.
Not just her spirit energy and aura, but the world around her seemed to fade, her Holy Water Body, her Dual Soul Body, even her soul cores, undetectable. She couldn’t even connect with her spirit beasts.
The Ice Forged Decapitator, her bathrobe, also became inert.
The Sorrowful Saintess… reduced to a helpless mortal…
The Pseudo-Moon Pill’s side effect was complete spirit energy depletion for a month. During this time, even a low-rank spirit beast could easily crush her.
Seeing several Sea Concubine Palace Spirit Masters approaching in the distance, Gong Lianyue and the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer exchanged glances, then, maintaining their aloof demeanor, remained silent.
The Sorrowful Saintess had returned to the Sea Region!
Although her departure had been quiet, her return, accompanied by a powerful entourage, had drawn the attention of the entire Sea Region.
The Ten Sacred Domains being so distant, no one knew what she had been doing there. Even the Ice Shield Palace’s intelligence network had no information.
However, a strange rumor began to circulate within the Sea Concubine Palace.
The Sorrowful Saintess’s spirit energy was gone. She had become a mortal!
Not some hidden technique learned from a Lost Scroll, but a true and complete loss of power, unable to even sense a spirit beast’s aura, as if her soul cores had been shattered.
And the White Flower Moon-Treading Deer’s aura was also unusually weak and subdued, its previous arrogance and ferocity gone, seemingly suffering from the same affliction as the Sorrowful Saintess.
This was… intriguing.
Just what kind of opponent had they faced, to be so thoroughly weakened, forced to teleport back…?
As rumors spread and anxieties rose, Gong Lianyue, seemingly unaffected, casually strolled through the Sea Concubine Palace, showing no signs of her supposed power loss.
Soon, it was time for the annual entrance ceremony. The Sea Concubine Palace, now the undisputed ruler of the Sea Region, received ninety percent of the new recruits from its subsidiary factions. However, the elimination rate was also incredibly high, 99%, limiting the number of new members to less than a thousand.
And not just natives of the Sea Region, but even renowned, up-and-coming Spirit Masters from the Cangsheng Palace, the Yin Lake Palace, the Ice Congealing Realm, the Heavy Rain Realm, and even the Hegemony Moon Realm, had come, seeking to join.
The Sea Concubine Palace’s prestige was at its peak…