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Chapter 1069 - 1069 544 Recasting the Glory of the Door Organization

Chapter 1069: 544 Recasting the Glory of the Door Organization (4800) Chapter 1069: 544 Recasting the Glory of the Door Organization (4800) Five minutes later, a team headed towards the city suburbs. The team members, all clad in tight-fitting black combat attire, were agile in form and did not require a horse carriage to travel; they ran as swiftly as steeds.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the entrance to a canyon nestled between mountain ranges.

The entire team clad in black halted their steps. Members of the Magical Golem Sect, who had been sealing off and stationed here, immediately approached to report the situation respectfully.

“Sect Master, the area affected by the mutation now includes the entire canyon and a portion of the lake. When we first arrived, the affected area was only a little more than half of the canyon. The area has been expanding,” continued the subordinate of the Magical Golem Sect. “And I don’t know if it’s just an illusion, but I always felt the mutated area began very ethereal. Now, it has slowly become real, tangibly existing…”

At the entrance of the canyon, Casio narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded.

His gaze moved past his subordinates, looking towards the canyon not far away.

The exterior of the canyon was no different from any ordinary one, quite normal indeed. However, a closer examination would reveal that the surrounding air carried a distorted taste, as if it were flow ripples caused by high-temperature air currents.

Furthermore, the area shrouded by the canyon was slightly darker. It was as though a thin layer of black veil had been draped over the top, blocking out some of the sunlight.

“You all wait outside, a bit farther away, I’m going to take a look…”

Casio took strides, heading straight into the interior of the canyon.

Hum…

A transient daze, the sound like that of bees flapping their wings at high speed reached his ears. All other noises faded away into silence—the sound of the wind, rustling leaves, rolling pebbles, people’s heartbeats, conversation, all gone.

The surroundings were especially quiet, enticing one to indulge in it and fall into a silent slumber.

Bang! A massive swinging fist shattered the atmosphere.

The air currents stirred violently, like tidal waves that overlapped and surged out, forming an ever-expanding fan-shaped shock wave. A gale swept through fiercely, resembling a raging mudslide flushing through, instantly sweeping across the entire canyon. In the next second, that eerie aura was completely gone.

It seemed to have submitted under the daunting might of that single punch.

Tap tap tap… tap tap tap…

Footsteps echoed quietly in the canyon, growing deeper. Casio, draped in a pure black windbreaker, expressionless and with a cold aura, progressed forward.

This place was indeed a special region similar to the Ash Boundary of Immortal Island, only, it was still in the early stages of formation. The various strange forces were quite weak, not yet fully developed, which is why he was able to quell them so easily.

Before him, the entire canyon appeared abnormally smooth; all the weeds and pebbles had been swept away by the gale, leaving behind flat terrain and cliffs. In the corners and cracks, there were occasional pools of blood—likely from dark creatures hiding in the shadows, trying to ambush Casio but ended up dead from unknown large-scale damage. Casio did not focus on the bloodstains; instead, he progressed step by step towards the deepest part of the canyon.

He could sense that there was a vague presence of a source there.

Half a minute later, at a turn in the canyon, Casio stopped.

Before him was a scene akin to an illusion, appearing as if it was a distant projection, like a mirage. In the middle of the canyon, an ancient altar stood tall. A stone platform engraved with special symbols, black spires like fences, arranged methodically and corresponding ball-shaped pillars.

At this moment, each of these ball-shaped pillars emitted a semi-transparent glow similar to rubies. It was as if the pillars were hollow inside, slowly flowing with thick glowing blood, bringing forth an eerie feeling.

Hiss hiss hiss… Beams of red light shot out from the top of the pillars like laser rays, interconnecting with each other to form a complex network. And at the center of this red light network was a focal point through which all the red lines passed. This focus should have been situated on the core platform of the altar. However, in the illusion, the focus was shifted and was not precisely aligned.

Casio walked forward, his gaze fixed on the hazy illusion.

He suddenly realized something, and his aura grew increasingly dangerous. He slowly raised his right hand, the sound of a raging river emanated from within his body, enveloping the entire canyon with its roaring noise!

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble!

The ground trembled violently as a terrifying force erupted, causing an exaggerated effect similar to an earthquake. The members of the Magical Golem Sect, who were stationed outside the canyon obeying Casio’s instructions, had retreated nearly a kilometer away. At this moment, they saw the distant mountain ranges of the canyon collapsing.

Tons of mud fell from mid-air, swathes of woods toppled over, rocks burst into the sky to form a heavy rain. Amidst these debris, a purplish-red torrent burst forth.

Carrying with it the domineering fluctuations of total annihilation, erasing everything in its path.

Crack crack crack… crack crack crack…

Fragments fell, hitting the people, causing minor pain. Some of the weaker members groaned, their skin bleeding as they quickly took shelter behind their stronger superiors. Franco, along with the president of the Secret Martial Art hobbyist organization from his city—a curly-haired burly man with chest hair as luxuriant as a brown bear.

The two stared blankly towards the distance, their faces filled with fanaticism, even carrying a devotion akin to religious belief. Franco muttered to himself.