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Chapter 1136 - 1136 574 Fishing starts with baiting the spot (4000)

Chapter 1136: 574 Fishing starts with baiting the spot (4000) Chapter 1136: 574 Fishing starts with baiting the spot (4000) Here lay a vast and empty underground cavern.

The bright sensation characteristic of the Ash Boundary was gone, replaced by the dimness of a normal underground cave. The air was tinged with an odd smell of mud and dampness, while large patches of moss on the cave walls faintly glowed green.

Cool drafts blew in from the darkness, suddenly brightening the green light from the moss, momentarily illuminating the surrounding scene.

Woooo…

On the rock face of the immense cavern, a smooth, oval-shaped hole was quietly embedded. The hole was pitch black, incessantly blowing out gusts of yin wind that carried an extremely unsettling aura of disaster and evil.

At a glance, it resembled a huge black gem.

This hole spanned hundreds of meters in diameter, taking up a large portion of the cliff. The surrounding moss grew especially dense, spiraling like a gigantic spider web, covering the entire rock face. These normally benign patches of moss now mutated, flickering in brightness with the ebb and flow of the air currents from within the hole, as if breathing. The fluctuating green light was unnerving.

Without a doubt, this hole did not lead to another part of the underground cave but pointed directly to the World of Calamities. It was a portal between two realms!

Huff… – wheeze… – huff… – wheeze…

The black hole yawned like the monstrous mouth of a creature, inhaling and exhaling. At times it spewed out the air of the World of Calamities, at others, it sucked in the air from outside.

Within the vast cavern, a subtle yet pervasive pressure lingered.

“Tap, tap, tap, tap…”

A lone, insignificant silhouette walked through the vast expanse. Hard-soled boots stepped over the moss, the hem of a black trench coat lifting and falling.

“There are traces of a fierce battle, and they’re on the level of Holy Fists. Looking at the timeline, it must have happened around sixty years ago,” Casio mused as he walked along the edge of a large pit shaped like a fist: “There are no traces of the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist or the Barbed Feather Energy. It seems the White Bird Sacred Fist truly burned through all of its power in that Catastrophe Tidal…”

His footsteps halted, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to the Era of Retrospection he had been in half a month ago. The heat of that battle had yet to cool.

“Could the Yan Yang Sacred Fist, coupled with that unknown Holy Fist Feng Liusi encountered on Immortal Island, have killed the Pale Origin?” Casio’s gaze shifted to the cave wall, fixating on the dark portal between the two worlds: “It seems they did not succeed. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be facing this situation where the Real World and the World of Calamities have been breached. Something unexpected must have happened…”

“Did all three parties engage in battle and charge into the World of Calamities?”

He speculated in his heart.

However, one thing was certain. The Pale Origin was definitely not in the Real World at this moment; otherwise, the Ripple Master Organization and the Bone Ring Mother Tree wouldn’t be weakening progressively. In fact, the new generations of Ripple Masters from the Organization, born over the past sixty years, have not been controlled by the parasitic influence; instead, due to some twist of fate, they had gained freedom, despite their overall strength endlessly declining.

“What a pity…” Casio thought regretfully.

If the Pale Origin were still in this cave, he could have joined forces with the Yan Yang Sacred Fist, and they would have surely captured it. After all, the power of the Southern Dipper was ruthlessly effective against the undying nature of dark creatures, a perfect remedy.

“Although I can’t slay the Pale Origin again, I can certainly make use of this portal between realms,” he mused while looking at the sporadically flickering massive hole, ideas he had long possessed surfacing in his mind.

Currently, Casio was actually unable to enter the World of Calamities at will.

Since his return from the fifth Retrospection, his soul still contained the Proof of the Soul Holders. Theoretically, it could be activated to take him directly to the Shelter Tower in the World of Calamities. However, he had tried over the past half month to no avail; the Proof of the Soul Holders was ineffective.

He had two theories about this.

The first was that his own strength was too great; he had reached the legendary Holy Fist Realm and had already traveled some distance within this realm.

Upon releasing all his qi, he could turn it into an ocean, into a world.

The Proof of the Soul Holders was unable to transport such a terrifying amount of qi.

Every item has its limits and cannot be used unconditionally.

The second theory was that there might be an issue with the Shelter Tower, or the connection between the Proof of the Soul Holders and the Shelter Tower had been severed. And all of this would be largely related to that pinnacle battle during the demise of the Hong Li Empire.

The dreadful tidal wave swept across the entire World of Calamities, even affecting the Real World! The connection between the Proof of the Soul Holders and the Shelter Tower was likely severed at that time. Alternatively, during the wave, the Lightless Night descended upon the World of Calamities, the Ultimate Dark Entity went berserk, and a Beast Tide Riot erupted. The Shelter Tower might have been destroyed in that frenzy, unable to serve as a coordinate anymore.

Anyway, if Casio wanted to enter the World of Calamities now, he could only do so through some special domain where space was weak, preferably through a portal between realms.

And the pitch-black hole on the cave wall in front of him was exactly such a portal.

But it seemed a bit narrow. It must have been quite wide when it was first blasted open, but it might have shrunk due to the pressure of the rules of the two realms. If it were Casio, he probably couldn’t pass through now.

It may seem that Casio, in his current human form, compared to the hundred-meter-diameter portal, was minuscule, but his true form, his true contour, was that of the terrifyingly vast qi of the Tyrant Fist level. If that Tyrant Fist qi were to sweep out, this current portal would indeed be too narrow to pass through.