Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 647 - 562: The First Harvest

Creak! Creak!...

Raging fierce winds mixed with gravel, like a wild beast, incessantly battered the acorn-shaped Witchcraft Shield [World Barrier]. Aiven turned his back to the explosion and unfolded the [Thunderbird Robe], securely protecting the still-terrified, pale-lipped Angie in the middle.

Not just Angie, even Aiven himself, despite the shield, could feel the terror of energy eruption at this level.

He had to admit, he nearly lost control of it.

In the past, the scenarios for using Alchemy Bombs were mostly at sea, facing gigantic Sea Monsters hundreds of meters long.

Causing him to underestimate the power of Alchemy Bombs in a confined space, he almost got himself caught in the explosion after overloading it with explosives while escaping from the "White Bone Temple".

After a while of crackling noises, the explosion's aftermath gradually subsided.

"Pei pei..."

After withdrawing the Witchcraft Shield, a circular gust of wind swirled up the dust outside. The two turned their heads to look.

After the massive explosion.

In the valley, the "White Bone Temple" that was half-submerged by a small pond had completely disappeared, and the pond's area had nearly doubled.

The hillside on this side collapsed, forming a gigantic breach, with muddy water gushing out.

Even the inner slopes, slightly further away, saw their lush vegetation swept clean by the shockwaves.

The combined explosion power of hundreds of Alchemy Bombs nearly transformed the landscape here.

Witnessing the potential of Alchemy Bombs against enemies, Aiven believed this tactic could have great potential in the future. If it continues to develop like this, one day he could replicate the [Technique of Six Trillion Detonators] or [Great Ivan Technique].

Mundane forces might not harm a God with Divinity, but below Tier 5, no one should withstand it.

After applying anti-magic and teleportation restrictions, even a Crowned Wizard would be obliterated upon a direct hit, right?

Aiven was filled with yearning for such a future.

"Uh... Teacher! I think we should leave here as soon as possible. Those Evil Ghosts and Evil Spirits might be drawn here by the noise, and it would be troublesome if we're surrounded."

Angie, not thinking as far ahead, issued her reminder while cautiously observing the surrounding disturbances, wary of any sudden appearances of "Ghosts".

"Alright, we... wait, Angie, look! What's that?"

Aiven, about to avert his gaze, suddenly noticed a peculiar material as thin as smoke yet radiant as dawn light floating silently in midair above the pond that had become a filthy mud pit.

Soon after.

As if the sky had cleared after snow, a fresh, brisk aroma invigorated their Spirits.

"Is this Spiritual Origin?"

Angie involuntarily covered her mouth in surprise.

Princess Huron Apsuya once said, according to information from the "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam, before the true Origin Overflow that determines the God's seat, such scattered treasures might randomly emerge, appearing in forms like cloud masses, Gemstones, fruits, Light Qi, etc.

Overflow has different levels, matching external forms correspondingly. The minor Light Qi, though the weakest, is still a rare treasure.

Amid the wolf-pack circling the big juicy meat that triggered the Secret Realm, even the toothpick meat wasn't something Aiven scorned.

He pulled Angie wanting to rush forward, but then suddenly stopped.

Because.

On the other side of the mud pit, a "Nimansite Person" with hollow eyes and blood-speckled all over quietly appeared.

Moreover, the hollow eyes did not hinder his vision; upon "seeing" what floated above the mud pit, he unhesitatingly removed a human head from his neck and forcefully kicked it.

Swish—

"Ah hahaha... let's play ball!"

The head, enveloped by a pungent blood mist, spun rapidly, soaring towards the wisp of Light Qi-like Spiritual Origin.

Aiven felt a rush of urgency in his heart.

"Damn it, play with your big-headed ghost!"

Lightning flickered in his hand; he was about to act to stop it.

"Awhooooo—"

A dry, harsh, cracked wolf's howl without a hint of moisture suddenly echoed in their ears.

Before witnessing the true source of the sound.

Aiven was shocked to find the blood mist surrounding the head abruptly dissipated, and the head, like a deflated ball, brushed past the Light Qi, directly plunging into the muddy water.

Looking again at his body across, a huge plume of white ash surged out of the empty neck, with a "plop" sound, he fell to the ground.

Subsequently, both the body and head transformed into blood-red light particles and slowly dissipated, signaling the death of a powerful Ghost.

Even with Aiven and Angie's keen Spiritual Sense, they entirely failed to capture what had just transpired. Without hesitation, Aiven immediately tossed out an acorn, reactivating the [World Barrier].

"Angie, cover your ears and close your eyes!"

After issuing the command, he was already alert as facing an enemy, eyes glimmering with intelligence and brain operating swiftly.

'Was the attack just now comprised of sound, or something else? Even an Evil Spirit's Curse certainly requires some form of medium.

Even the most potent Curse Technique Master cannot completely kill without relying on some medium, much less another inherently evil formidable 'Ghost'.

Information, information, just which Evil Spirits among those I know possess such fearsome abilities?'

Clang, clang, clang...

At the same time, Aiven immediately released four Flesh Puppets equipped with steel armor, forming a steel wall in front of himself and Angie. These are consumables that can be mass-produced, so even if they are lost, it's not a big deal.

Moreover, through the "Flesh Sacrifice," he could share sensory experiences with them, using this highly mystical legacy artifact to set up another barrier on the spiritual level, further managing the risk.

When dealing with such eerie entities as Evil Spirits, no amount of caution is excessive.

Because, although it's not strictly a level correspondence, the combat strength of an Evil Spirit is roughly equivalent to a Tier 2 Extraordinary, while for an Evil Spirit, it's harder to gauge.

While they generally possess the trait of being immortal, the gap in their abilities is immense. Combat strength inferior to Evil Spirits is not uncommon, yet those who can easily claim the lives of Tier 3 Extraordinary beings are not rare either.

For example, the recent encounter with the "White Bone Temple": fortunately, there were those Iroquois to act as scouting stones. Otherwise, unexpectedly encountering a "Bone-Scraping Priest" with bizarre abilities might have resulted in a significant loss.

However.

At the level of Evil Spirits, these immortal monsters mostly have corresponding legends, which can be seen as unwritten mystical knowledge that provides some reference. Aiven collected part of it from colonial archives and obtained some from the Hurons.

But faced with the vast number of spiritual entities on the continent, it's barely worth mentioning. Simply judging by the appearance of victims easily leads to misjudgment.

Soon.

Through the vision of the Flesh Puppets, Aiven spotted the terrifying presence that effortlessly killed a powerful Ghost.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Accompanied by the sound of charcoal friction, a creature resembling a "wolf" leisurely approached.

Yet its body seemed to be composed of white ash left by complete incineration, constantly changing. After five or six steps, it quietly transformed into a reindeer, and after another eight or nine steps, it silently turned into a wild boar.

In this process, the only constant was a pair of...

Bang!

The Flesh Puppet that gazed intently forward suddenly spewed a heap of ashes from beneath its steel visor, collapsing instantly.

Aiven, whose vision was cut off, exhaled lightly because he knew the intel about this Evil Spirit...

The Evil Spirit "Ash."

Formed by various animals burned to death in a forest fire, it can transform into the shape of any animal at will, acquiring the habits of the corresponding animal.

Only one pair of eyes never changes, resembling two smoldering coals.

Ability: As long as other entities "look directly into its eyes," their internal organs get completely incinerated, turning to ash that bursts forth.

The unfortunate Ghost earlier likely caught sight of "Ash's" eyes from a high vantage point while flying overhead and turned to ash powerless.

However, although "Ash's" ability is something of an exploit, its other means are not impressive, making it an exemplar of extreme specialization. Once its weakness is understood, avoiding eye contact with it is sufficient.

Flesh Sacrifice: Mobile Camp

Aiven summoned and replenished a squad of ten Heavy Armor Guards.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Drawing their specialized coral steel two-handed swords, they rushed forward to hack it into pieces.

Not daring to delay further.

The two rushed to the side of the strand of light qi, taking out a crystal bottle to collect it.

"Huh?"

Realizing that this magical substance seemed non-existent, passing right through the bottle.

Upon testing.

They found that the thin light qi would penetrate any inorganic material, whether ordinary or Extraordinary, making it impossible to store.

"Angie, you absorb it."

Aiven was not pretending to be generous. Just as High-Rank Totem Gods are only interested in large-scale "Origin Overflow," this low-grade Spiritual Origin is no longer useful to a wizard like Aiven, who is already pushing Tier 2 limits.

But for an official wizard like Angie, who has just broken into Tier 2, it is quite beneficial.

Angie, not standing on ceremony with Aiven, lightly touched it, and this strand of the New Continent's Spiritual Origin surged into the girl's body. In Spiritual Vision, the spiritual radiance on Angie immediately grew a bit.

This process of enhancement was natural, devoid of any forced or unstable sensation.

Aiven estimated that with three or four experiences of this, Angie could steadily step into the ranks of senior wizards, saving countless hours of bitter meditation and Spirit Realm exploration.

Tasting the benefits, the two couldn't help but look forward to the trip more and more.

Leaving two Flesh Puppets to scout the way, they set off again. It's important to first find the crucial Spiritual Origin before deciding whether to vie for it, ensuring they can escape from the Secret Realm before discussing anything else.

Because the Six Great Lakes were originally formed by ancient glacial activity.

With the 130-kilometer-long Manitoulin Island, one end is covered by thick white glaciers, gradually transitioning to the other end's endless forests, vast valleys, and widespread marshes. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Walking across this Secret Realm on Manitoulin Island feels like traversing millions of years of history, from the ancient era's 2,400-meter-thick ice sheet to the present pear-like scattered lakes.

The sensation is like extracting a fragment of history to form this Secret Realm.

Ghosts and Evil Spirits might roam uncontrollably, but human beings with wisdom would purposefully head toward this island's Lake in the Lake.

If there is such an obvious "hint," then the legend that Manitoulin Lake is the hideaway of the "Elves" may not just be a legend.

Especially for an always-nonconformist adventurer, in any case... since they're here.