Above The Sky
Chapter 271 - 271 257 Fae Frost Butterfly get da☆ze!

271: Chapter 257: Fae Frost Butterfly, get da☆ze!

(3/3, 5k words update)_2 271: Chapter 257: Fae Frost Butterfly, get da☆ze!

(3/3, 5k words update)_2 Now, having roughly figured out the five rating grades for items based on the Silver Chip’s assessment levels, he found they perfectly corresponded with the five Power Levels.

Ordinary, Excellent, Keystone, Core, Authority.

The Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, although only purple for the Second Energy Level in the Foresight View, was deemed a Keystone by Master Gossay.

He said it was just a sword embryo, needing just a bit more polishing and inscribing with more Inscriptions to become an Alchemical Sword of the Third Energy Level.

If finely polished and strengthened, it might even have the chance to advance to the Core level.

Besides, the Ancient Dragon Heart Core also belonged to the Authority Level, a Sublimation Organ of the Fifth Energy Level.

As for the cannonballs, being consumables, even those worth hundreds of Talle that could pierce fortress walls—the Flame Steel Core Armor-Piercing Shells—were just misty light blue, as the Alchemy gunpowder and Inscriptions inside them barely qualified for the First Energy Level.

These two purple cannonballs, rather than being called cannonballs, would be better described as one-off Sublimation items.

Their price was secondary; the technology itself was a strategic level secret.

“Just bringing this cannonball back to Harrison Port would make Viscount Grant overjoyed, but it has to be used when necessary,” he mused.

With such an assessment, Ian then glanced over the ‘rare supplies’ they had sorted out and found that besides that, there were no surprises.

Indeed, if there really had been anything valuable, they wouldn’t have gotten trapped by the Frost Moths at their position, unable to get out.

Soon, the preparations were complete, and the team began to move out.

Ian led the way, whose external title was ‘Guide’—a well-deserved title, as he was truly the one at the forefront, leading the way for everyone.

Green Tide and Yisen Gard followed to protect the rear, safeguarding Master Gossay, who had not fully recovered yet.

Other Sublimators were ready to entrench themselves at a moment’s notice to build a defensive position against any potential crisis.

But no crisis came.

The fights between Primal Fairies and Moths remained the main theme in the Ice Abyss.

Relying on the little Frost Fairy that Ian called ‘Frost Butterfly,’ he chose the quickest and safest route to a crack at the edge of the Ice Abyss, leading everyone out of the freezing land.

Before leaving, Ian couldn’t help but look back at the peculiar land of cold ice that emitted a faint fluorescence.

“Courtyard, Cultivation Chamber, Ecological Garden, and Cooling Zone…” he murmured to himself, “Which area is next?

The deeper we go into the ruins, the greater the danger becomes…”

“The Dragon’s Chant we heard when first entering the Ice Abyss proved the Deep Sea Crystal Dragon was very close to the Ice Abyss.

Where is it now, and why did it emit such an angry roar?”

Shaking his head slightly, the young man no longer dwelled on such meaningless worries.

He was the Guide, the pathfinder—he never got lost over such things.

The true cause of his concern wasn’t danger; Ian was just slightly puzzled…

and somewhat sad.

——How powerful must the pre-era civilization have been at its peak, able to create Fourth Energy Level ‘Cosmic War Bio-Carrier Craft’ and ‘Alien Ecological Core Creatures’?

Certain doctrines of the Spiritual Tool Church were indeed correct—In some respects, the pre-era civilization had become akin to gods.

But even these ‘gods’ were destroyed by the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, by that terrifying force that even shattered the moon in the sky.

——What exactly happened in the cosmos?

At this moment, aside from him, probably no one else cares about this.

With such a heavy heart, Ian had already led the group to the end of the crack—At the end of that profound and dark fissure, there was the flicker of bright lights.

Ian looked at the Frost Butterfly, and since neither Foresight View nor the Silver Chip detected any danger, he nodded and led the team forward.

Thus, they crossed the fissure, moving from darkness into light.

Ian stepped from the narrow, icy crevice into a warm, spacious corridor.

Immediately, he was surrounded by many “eyes.”

At first, Ian was somewhat surprised, but he quickly realized that the “eyes” encircling him were actually the corridor’s illumination lamps.

It was somewhat counterintuitive.

Within this ancient underground relic, the lighting was plentiful; the warm yellow light illuminated every corner.

Ian looked around, and what appeared before him was a wide subterranean thoroughfare.

In this rectangular passageway, approximately twenty meters wide and fifteen meters high, there were scattered remnants of bricks and stones, as well as some human skeletal remains, but it didn’t feel eerie or horrifying.

Perhaps it was because the skeletons hadn’t become deformed and seemed to have died peacefully, lying neatly against the wall almost as if lost in contemplation.

There were no living creatures in the corridor, so Ian led the people following him to settle in this obviously much warmer spacious corridor.

The warm temperature made the complexions of many ordinary people visibly improve.

The Terra People were indeed a tough species capable of withstanding extreme environments, but the Ruins of Ice Abyss, not much different from the polar regions, exceeded the endurance limit of most people.

Moreover, whether they were pirates or Southern Ridge People here, all were accustomed to tropical climates, lacking both tolerance for severe cold and sufficient changes of clothes.

If it weren’t for the ships having some fuel, by the time Ian had led them away from the ice field, most of the group would have frozen to death.

Now, in the safe zone, the pain that had been forgotten due to adrenalin and the cold began to emerge.

In the process of fighting with the Ape Beasts and Moths, not only had the Green Tide sustained injuries, but others had been wounded as well, though most were not very severe.

Now that they had reached a warm area without monster attacks, the previously frostbitten wounds gradually returned to normal, and the majority of the team lost their ability to fight.

Yisen Gard and Master Gossay were both trying to use the remaining supplies to concoct medicines, at least to treat the wounds.

Fortunately, the group of pirates were Elves, and the living wood ships did grow some green plants and medicine raw materials, so they weren’t at risk of decreasing in numbers due to relapse of injuries, even though they had escaped danger.

“It’s truly incredible that such a rich ecosystem exists in this underground relic group without sunlight illumination.

Where do they get their energy?

It’s impossible to nurture such a high-order and rich ecosystem with geothermal energy alone!”

Master Gossay was indeed quite moved by the war between the Primal Fae and Moths.

Everything about the South Sea Ruin Cluster was beyond his expectations, especially the inter-magical beast wars involving thousands of species, which in the past only occurred in the most primitive and wild mountain forests.

How could a mere relic, even a super massive one, compare to the ecosystem of an entire mountain range?

But in Ian’s view, this was a misunderstanding due to a lack of understanding of the energy sources of the previous era civilizations—the super-massive nuclear fusion power generators were essentially mini suns hidden beneath the ground, and nurturing an ecosystem was effortless for them.

With Gossay Eason working overtime to produce medicines, Ian originally wanted to help.

But given the current situation, there was no need for three alchemists to rush the work together, so he simply decided to patrol the area to check for potential dangers.

There was no danger.

This corridor was likely a subterranean cargo transport tunnel used by the pre-era civilization for fast materials transport.

Now, however, one could see many abstract totem murals on both sides of the corridor.

He hadn’t looked carefully before, but now that he had the leisure, Ian began to examine the content.

The content of the murals didn’t start from the beginning.

The large fissure coming straight from the Ruins of Ice Abyss had destroyed a part of the front.

The point where Ian started looking coincidentally depicted a scene he was familiar with.

It was the moon.

A moon that had suddenly shattered, with fragments falling towards the earth…

a moon!