Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 521: Sealed In Thousand Year Old Ice (1)

Third Person’s POV

And judging by Nyx’s attitude, Isha knew that the dark dragoness would never ask for her assistance anyway.

Isha possessed her own pride as well, and she had no intention of offering help where it was neither requested nor welcomed.

Why would she risk herself in a war on a continent that was openly hostile toward her homeland?

As these thoughts passed quietly through her mind, Nyx suddenly tightened her hold on Ethan’s unconscious body and rose into the air.

Without another word, she flew straight out of the window.

Altheria and Isha followed behind her as the three figures ascended into the night sky.

Nyx continued to fly higher and higher, her speed increasing steadily as the ground below began to shrink into distant shapes.

Soon, the twin mountain realms housing the Kill City and the Abyssal Sanctum appeared like two faint glowing dots far beneath them, while the surrounding Dark Abyss formed a vast black ring encircling those tiny points of light.

The higher they ascended, the stronger the winds became.

Cold currents of air roared past them and tugged at their clothes and hair as the curvature of the beautiful Agate Star World slowly began to reveal itself along the distant horizon.

Beyond that curved edge, the darkness of outer space stretched endlessly, decorated by faint clusters of twinkling stars.

At that height, Nyx finally stopped.

A second later, both Altheria and Isha arrived beside her, reaching the same altitude that could only be accessed by beings who had reached the same realm of cultivation as they had.

Without saying anything further, Nyx raised her right hand, and her fingers slowly transformed.

Dark scales emerged across her skin as her hand shifted into a dark dragon claw.

In the next instant, she slashed the air before her.

The invisible but ever present fabric of space was torn apart instantly, and a long, straight spatial rift appeared in front of her like a wound carved into reality itself.

The edges of the tear shimmered violently as the natural laws of the world immediately began working to close it, but before the rift could seal itself, Nyx stepped forward and passed through it.

Her figure vanished, and the rift collapsed inward immediately in the next instant, shrinking into a tiny point of light before disappearing completely.

Seeing this, both Altheria and Isha could not help exchanging glances filled with a faint trace of envy.

The ability to tear space itself and travel through it freely was something both of them desired too.

Unfortunately, neither of them possessed the innate spatial affinity that Nyx had been born with, and the ability in the domain of mysterious elements like space and time could not be forced through effort alone.

With quiet resignation, they both sighed.

Altheria prepared to descend back toward the Sanctum, expecting Isha to follow her down, but to her surprise, Isha did not follow her.

Instead, she turned toward Altheria with a playful smile and raised her hand in a small wave.

In the next moment, her body dissolved into a brilliant beam of white light.

The light streaked across the sky and vanished toward the distant horizon in the direction of the Bloom Haven Continent as she disappeared from her field of view within a single heartbeat.

Altheria remained alone in the silent sky, and she sighed softly as she began flying back down toward the Sanctum.

For a moment, she could not help feeling that she had once again been left alone, but then she remembered Nyx’s words.

Nyx would return by tomorrow morning.

And with that thought, her spirits lifted slightly as she descended back toward the quiet, wounded land below.

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Clouds of snow and biting cold winds travelled endlessly and without any pattern through the treacherous high mountains that were blanketed in layers upon layers of pure white snow.

The Sun hung high above the sky at its brightest point of the day, yet its warmth could barely reach this remote place.

Thick sheets of storm clouds, drifting snow, and relentless blizzards layered the sky so heavily that the narrow region between two towering mountain peaks had fallen into a strange twilight gloom.

The light that managed to filter through was faint and dull, making the already brutal cold here feel even sharper and more unforgiving.

Everywhere one looked, there were only towering peaks of ice and snow rising endlessly toward the sky.

From such an elevation, one could easily see across hundreds of kilometres of frozen mountain peaks stretching into the distance, yet even from that vast vantage point, there seemed to be no visible end to this merciless world of frost.

To any ordinary person who might somehow arrive here, the place would not resemble part of a living world at all.

Instead, it would feel as though they had stepped onto some distant frozen planet where warmth and life had never existed.

Between the two massive mountain ranges, a deep and narrow canyon had formed over countless centuries of grinding ice and violent storms.

The steep cliffs on either side were covered with thick layers of hardened snow and blue ice, their jagged edges half-buried beneath drifting frost.

The only sound that filled the empty canyon was the constant howl of the icy wind.

It echoed through the frozen passage like the distant wailing of restless spirits, though there was not a single living soul present to hear it.

But at that very moment, the stillness of the frozen world trembled slightly.

Without warning, the fabric of space itself rippled, and a smooth black tear, nearly eight feet long, suddenly appeared in midair.

It looked like an unnatural wound carved into the otherwise perfect and silent landscape, like an abrasion in the flawless cold world that did not belong there.

The edges of the tear shimmered faintly as the laws of space struggled to restore the rupture, and before the rift could seal itself again, a figure stepped through it.