Twisted Dreams-Chapter 123 - 95: Gathering of Apostles
Li Yang stood on the island and snapped his fingers. The zombie whale let out a long cry and dove into the sea’s depths.
This little island seemed to others like just an ordinary isolated island, with no signs of life on it except for a patch of forest.
In Li Yang’s eyes, the island was filled with mist, with ghosts swarming about.
Last year, on the day Chen Yuqi gained the powers of the Fallen Angel, Li Yang also advanced to Tier Three.
After reaching Tier Three, Li Yang awakened the talent "Soul Profound Meaning," and that’s when he sensed the island’s peculiarity.
Originally, he considered developing the Demon Club, procuring an exploration ship to investigate this place.
But after advancing to Tier Four, getting an exploration ship was entirely unnecessary.
Advancing in rank not only awakens new talents, but previously awakened talents also grow stronger.
Li Yang created a zombie whale in the deep sea, using it for transport to reach the island.
His eyes shone with black flames as he began to explore the island.
The deeper he went, the more wandering ghosts he encountered.
These ghosts were both male and female, wearing modern clothes, many bearing fatal wounds, with signs of beast attacks.
These people did not die naturally.
"Was there a battle here? Why is there no news about this place?"
Li Yang furrowed his brows.
He beckoned with his finger, and a ghost with half its head missing walked towards Li Yang in confusion.
Li Yang gazed at the ghost.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation; it had been an ordinary person in life.
Li Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought there might have already been extraordinary beings in this world.
If there were extraordinary beings here before himself, Li Yang would find it interesting, but also unsettling.
He continued exploring forward and saw a skeleton on the ground.
The skeleton held a tattered booklet in its hand.
Li Yang bent down to pick up the booklet, on the cover were four words written with a ballpoint pen: ’Hunter’s Manual.’
The contents were too corroded to read clearly, but he could barely make out a map.
Li Yang murmured to himself:
"Hunter’s Manual? What kind of adventure company is Hunter? I’ll need to investigate when I return."
He did not believe that the ’hunter’ referred to simply hunters hunting game.
There were too many souls on the island, so an ordinary adventure company wouldn’t have so many people; it must have been a well-funded adventure company.
Li Yang speculated that there was an organization named ’Hunter’ that came to the island on a mission, only to be completely wiped out.
Having lost so many lives for a mission on the island, Li Yang became even more curious about the island.
Following the map, Li Yang found an underground cave concealed by the forest.
He entered the cave.
There were nine levels inside, each quite substantial, filled with oddly shaped stalactites.
Li Yang descended further.
The ninth level was deeply hidden, and the scene on this level shocked Li Yang.
He had never seen such a spectacle before.
Standing on the ground of the ninth level, he could see a pitch-black sea before him!
Li Yang couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of nature.
"This is indeed an excellent place, perhaps it could serve as the next relic,"
Li Yang snapped his fingers, and a magic circle appeared. An undead emerged from the circle.
The undead knelt, trying to open its mouth as wide as possible.
The mouth tore fiercely, opening to an exaggerated size.
The undead reached into its own mouth and pulled out a giant sword, completely black, presenting it respectfully to Li Yang.
Li Yang took the giant sword, sensing the violent power within it.
This was a weapon crafted with extraordinary power after extensive calculations.
Unlike the Tang Dynasty Ancient Ring where Mo Yulin resided, this was a weapon that truly possessed destructive power.
Li Yang tossed the giant sword into the pitch-black sea.
......
After returning to the surface, Li Yang was reluctant to leave like this.
He snapped his fingers, and a massive magic circle appeared.
Several large undead climbed out from the magic circle.
Some opened up their own stomachs to take out tables and chairs.
Some pulled out paper and pen from their throats.
Li Yang sat in the forest, taking the paper and pen to scribble and inscribe spells.
The island was filled with souls, making it ideal for conducting soul experiments.
The most important thing was, this isolated island was deserted, very quiet.
He could boldly create spells and magic circles.
No matter how much noise was made, no one would know.
Once Li Yang finished all his magical experiments on this island, it would also become eerie.
The island, made mysterious by the magical experiments, could be used as the next resurrected relic.
......
A few nights later.
Over the Great Western Sea, several powerful figures approached the island and landed on it.
They were the Enchanting Demon, the Vampire, the Fallen Angel, and the Tree of Human Essence.
None of the Apostles had reverted from their Demon forms.
"Oh, the Vampire guy is still so handsome,"
"Oh dear, the Tree Lord sure arrived quickly."
Zhang Shi’ai folded her arms, smiling as she greeted the other Apostles.
The Tree of Human Essence had a hundred faces, all with closed eyes as if resting.
The Vampire Du Yangming, lacking in humor, frowned and asked:
"Where are the other Apostles?"
Chen Yuqi said softly:
"The Black Witch and the Three-headed Hellhound can’t fly or swim."
A cat and a dog, both disdainful of water, without wings.
Zhang Shi’ai covered her mouth, giggling:
"That’s really ungraceful."
Zhang Shi’ai found her courage, no longer the timid little streamer she once was, daring to tease the other Apostles.
The primary reason was the confidence that came from her own strength.
Zhang Shi’ai’s rank was the highest among the Apostles, second only to the Tree of Human Essence, and she was one of the leaders of the Seven Commandments Association.
Her status and combat power were among the top among the Apostles.
At this moment, a shrill cry came from the sky.
The many Apostles looked up to the sky.
Under the bright full moon, a dense black cloud appeared.
Within the cloud were gusting winds, and the cries of phoenixes and cranes.
The Apostles looked on in surprise.
It was a vast number of birds!
In the center of countless birds was a giant bald eagle.
Atop the bald eagle stood a proud Crow, with Suzu and Xiaohai on the eagle’s body.
The bald eagle landed on the island, the other birds perched on tree branches, crossing their wings in a gesture resembling a salute.
Zhang Shi’ai clicked her tongue:
"It really suits His Majesty the Black Dragon, such grandeur."
The Crow glanced arrogantly at the Apostles, then disdainfully at Suzu and Xiaohai.
Suzu, puffing out her cheeks, whispered to Xiaohai:
"Why don’t we beat him up first?"
Xiaohai nodded seriously.
The Tree of Human Essence, who had been silent for a long time, spoke:
"Enough, our Master is waiting for us."
Everyone fell silent.
Though the Tree of Human Essence was the last to join the Demon Club and ranked seventh among the Apostles, its combat power was formidable, and it was Death God’s right-hand man.
The Apostles gave the Tree of Human Essence some respect, filing onto the island.
As they walked further on the island, they grew more astounded.
They hadn’t expected that Xia Country harbored such a place.
Everything here exhibited strange spiritual power fluctuations, far from simple.
They did not know whether this was something the Master had contrived or had existed all along.
Upon entering the forest, Suzu discovered a desk, hopped onto the chair, and picked up a piece of paper on the desk.
On the paper was a magic circle, with annotations for the positions of the Apostles within the circle.
She secretly pouted:
"Annoying Li Yang, can’t you wait and take me back with you?
Riding Crow’s ride still gets me scorned by that lousy bird."
Thinking so inwardly, Suzu outwardly adopted a reverent face:
"The Master has already left, instructing us to act according to the magic circle."
