Chapter 861 Initiating The Plan (2)

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Chapter 861 Initiating The Plan (2)

The Primordial energy spread until it reached the barrier and then, along with the barrier, began to spread outwards. As the frozen wasteland was encompassed by the barrier, everything returned to normal without a trace of the ashes remaining from the dead forest that had been razed to the ground by Stronghold Leader Seth's gift.

Soon, the barrier, supported by the primordial energy emanating from the sundial, reached the mountains and surpassed them, halting its expansion only when it was three thousand kilometres away from them. The barrier effortlessly penetrated the soil at that moment, encompassing everything surrounding it from below.

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Outside the barrier

Law of?destruction: Annihilation lance!

Law of ice:?Frostbite?spike!

Law of water: Abyss tsunami!

The air crackled with immediate Vylkr energy, causing the atmosphere to shatter and reform before breaking again, unable to stabilise correctly. The laws of the cosmos transformed into various complex and intricate techniques, surging and smashing into the ever-expanding barrier.

As these techniques collided with the barrier, they dissipated, unable to penetrate or destroy the immensely overbearing barrier. Instead, they tore at the atmosphere, revealing deep chasms that added chaos to the environment outside the barrier.

The Vylkr spawns had never expected to be pushed to such an extent, not just by their opponents but by a mere barrier.

The man with Ashen skin covered his fist with the 'Law of Destruction' and instantly slammed it against the barrier.

BANNGG!! BANGG!!! BANGG!!!

Several ear-splitting collisions resounded through the atmosphere, creating shockwaves that spread from tens to hundreds of kilometres. However, despite?his?efforts, the barrier showed no cracks or weaknesses.

"What is this?!" exclaimed the ashen man angrily. It was inconceivable for them to think that they had been pushed back by a barrier created by their enemy. Didn't this mean that they were weaker than their enemy?

Farm

Aerialia delved deep into the Princess of the Garden's consciousness, slowly searching for her. The last time she had been here, she hadn't noticed much about the Princess of the Garden's consciousness shrouded in darkness.

After all, she was just a cheap copy of herself, a true goddess. However, after witnessing Aegis of the Arctic Deity's memories, she realised why she had found itdifficultto locate the Princess of the Garden but could easily dominate her consciousness. It wasn't just because she was a goddess and the Princess of the Garden was a failed abomination of herself; instead, it was—

Aerialia halted herself when she heard the faint sounds of crying. Without hesitation, she turned toward the direction of the weeping voice and soared towards it. The weeping voice became more apparent as she got closer until she finally arrived at the source.

Before, she was a woman with a similar appearance to the Princess of the Garden, weeping profusely, clutching her knees together.

"Prin—" Aerialia started to speak but quickly sealed her lips shut, remembering that the name 'the Princess of the Garden' was not her own but a title imposed upon her by a creator who saw no worth in her existence.

Physically and existentially, she was an individual without a true identity.

"What are you doing?" the Princess of the Garden's voice echoed from the space around her.

"Is this where you're kept?" Aerialia asked, looking around the empty space before focusing on the woman before her, who had heard her voice and scrutinised her with teary eyes.

"What are you talking about? Get away from her!" the Princess of the Garden responded, her tone anxious and filled with emotion.

Aerialia gently touched the woman's shoulder and looked into her eyes. "I know I'm the last person you want to see this, but you don't have to worry because I understand everything perfectly now... You don't need to keep holding her back," she responded, her voice croaking as she reached to wipe the tears from the woman's cheeks, still weeping profusely.

However, instead of the Princess of the Garden's calm, gentle voice, a scream resounded across the space, "GET AWAY FROM HER! I THOUGHT YOU SIMPLY WANTED TO TALK!"

"I'm sorry... Suppose there is anyone in this universe who deserves an identity the most; it's you," Aerialia responded, tears spilling from her eyes as she spread herlargewings and gently laid the woman down on its side.

"You disregarded her to the extent that you left her with nothing to wear or comfort herself with," she added. "An individual's consciousness is a reflection of themselves or an emotion or memory they hold deep within them," she explained."