Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 911 - 596: The Star Falls Before My Eyes Again (Part 3)

Before his astonishment could ferment dramatically, the entire wasteland scene changed.

The blood-red tint that lingered in the sky gradually faded away at this moment, revealing a sky full of stars frozen in place.

Under the illumination of the starlight, the entire battlefield seemed to finally shed its grim atmosphere, and tranquility gradually settled into everyone's heart.

A streak of light suddenly crossed the horizon.

Having witnessed the "Wilderness Starfall" twice and feeling a bit PTSD, Fanen immediately looked towards the horizon, only to witness a scene that made him involuntarily exclaim, "Whoa!"

The power that sealed the stars failed at this moment, and the stars in the sky began to move once more.

The first meteor streaked across the horizon, leaving a trail merged with the night sky. Hundreds of meteors then pierced through the heavens consecutively, stars falling like rain—a magnificent scene from the divine era suddenly appeared before Fanen.

This was a hundred times more spectacular than the Meteor Shower that once prompted the Dungeons to initiate a joint event!

Oh, it seems it was once said that Latan sealed the stars, so after his passing, the stars could circulate again.

Does that mean he maintained the seal on the stars during the battle?

Just as Fanen was brainstorming while admiring the beautiful scene, another cluster of meteors struck the unknown ground, and the next moment, the intense impact brought a tremor so severe that it was impossible for Lele to stand, with a blinding light exploding on the horizon.

Something appeared!

"Why is this happening again, my eyes are going blind!"

He closed his eyes once more, and when he reopened them, all the scenes before him had vanished, replaced by the warm breath of a nearby bonfire.

It was as if he suddenly woke up from a fantastical and wondrous dream back to reality, leaving behind a sense of lingering melancholy.

"Am I back at the Round Table Hall...."

Originally thinking he would resurrect at the blessing place of Red Lion Fortress after the near-death impact, he unexpectedly found himself back at the Round Table Hall.

The chasing memories in his hands no longer showed any strange changes.

Yet there was a feeling lingering in his mind, as if he could replay the scenes he just saw anytime he wanted.

"I told you this is an artwork meant for commemoration."

Fanen glanced at the room where the Two Fingers were. As long as he found the old lady who could unlock the Finger, he could exchange this chasing memory for power, perhaps even obtaining Latan's combat skill of Heavenly Strike.

But he hesitated at this moment, standing in place and pondering for a long time, even Hundred Wisdom Sir beside him was staring at him.

"Forget it, I don't want to look anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Maybe he would change his mind in the future, but at least for now, he wanted to keep the beautiful memory from this Battle Festival.

So he quickly returned to the outside world before he could regret it!

The familiar feeling of teleportation came once more, and as the fresh air without a hint of blood entered his nostrils, even with his eyes closed, he knew he had returned to the outside world.

But why did it feel so noisy?

At this moment he heard cheers—a sea of unprecedented enthusiasm directly enveloped him.

"He's out, another Warrior is out!"

"I know him, he's a participant too!"

Before he could react, he was lifted by the cheering crowd, and at this moment, Fanen's face was fully expressing "utter confusion."

The area near the Teleportation Gate was full of people, with no space to stand as far as the eye could see. Anyone who emerged was meticulously scrutinized by the onlooking crowd.

If the person who appeared was a Warrior from the Battle Festival, they would be lifted by the festival-like atmosphere of the crowd, just like Fanen at this moment.

"What are you all doing!?"

"Doing what? Guess what happens after the festival ends?"

An excited voice came from those carrying him.

"Of course, a banquet, a celebratory banquet!"