King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1060 - 1060 1047 Return Begin New World

Chapter 1060: Chapter 1047: Return, Begin, New World Chapter 1060: Chapter 1047: Return, Begin, New World Standing in the midst of the Star Armor World, Muria’s true form’s eyes twinkled with myriad light and shadow, scenes that his Martial Arts Avatar encountered after making contact with those who needed him.

The departure of one person could have an immense impact on those around them, even completely changing another’s life. Now, at Muria’s current status, if he were to leave abruptly, it would unquestionably cause great upheaval and change to everything around him.

Therefore, he had thought this through even more comprehensively, and because the Dharma Appearance he cultivated had related characteristics, he was also able to devise a better way to handle the situation. This way he could minimize the impact of his departure from this world.

“Almost done!” The light and shadow in Muria’s radiant golden pupils gradually faded, and he looked down at the now significantly reduced Cloud Sea below with a slight smile. He didn’t mind the loss of power in the slightest, as it was inconsequential to him.

Under Muria’s gaze, the Cloud Sea in front of him started to surge upward, followed by the appearance of a towering, majestic emperor with the presence of one who could swallow mountains and rivers, emerging slowly from the Cloud Sea. Its body was so large and magnificent that it could rival the stature of Muria’s true form.

Muria and the emperor-like Dharma Appearance looked at each other, then both stepped forward and merged into one. The emperor-like Dharma Appearance turned into a misty white vapor and completely integrated into Muria’s body.

Hence, behind Muria, a mix of white and gold light and shadow appeared, as if it was about to nurture something. Yet, this light and shadow merely shimmered for a moment before dissipating into nothingness, failing to condense the unique Dharma Appearance of this world.

“Let’s go, let’s go, we can’t stay in this world any longer. If we linger, the world will start to expel us,” urged the Golden Dragon Mother, who had long since gathered all of the Heavenly Descent within her reach. So the family of three, now in the know, quickly flew toward the World Barrier.

They easily breached the defenses of the World Barrier. If an outer Void Evil God sought to break through the World Barrier to enter it, they would need the power to destroy the entire world in an instant; otherwise, it would be impossible to break through.

But for this family, the world already harbored great benevolence toward them and wasn’t on guard, allowing them to traverse the Barrier with ease.

“It’s time to settle up!” Arriving in the Void, the usually silent Ansol extended his palm toward the world below.

Then, the scene that Muria had witnessed twice before unfolded once again, the world started to tremble, and beams of flowing light arose from all corners of the world, converging before them.

However, the difference from before was that this time, the flowing light that Muria saw was denser due to the world being much larger in scale and having a deeper foundation than any he had seen before.

Of course, they were able to draw such flowing light because they had made significant contributions to the world, reducing its massive losses.

Moments later, in front of the family of three were three portions of source power, floating in front of each of them—two large, one small.

“This world really is…” the Golden Dragon Mother eyed the smallest drop of source power in front of her and looked down at the world below with a hint of disdain.

“Stop complaining. You took the place of a Deity in this world, after all,” Muria couldn’t help but respond, knowing full well the advantages his Mother had reaped in this world and what she had left behind.

“If you give up that Divine Avatar, you’d definitely receive more source power than us.”

“I am not a fool. Why would I give that up?” the Golden Dragon Mother retorted disdainfully, rolling her eyes and dismissing her partner’s suggestion. She would never trade a Divine Avatar for less than one unit of source power unless she was out of her mind.

“Then why are you complaining about injustice?” Ansol said flatly as he reached out and held the source power in front of him.

“Dragon’s innate greed truly knows no bounds,” Muria remarked, rolling his eyes at the still dissatisfied Golden Dragon Mother.

To be honest, he was rather envious of his mother; even though it was a Medium-sized World, having a Divine Incarnation within it was an incredibly fortunate opportunity.

“Time to go home!” Soon, the family severed their ties with the World Law, and their vision returned to normal; the Star Armor World ceased to reveal all its secrets to them.

At this point, the Golden Dragon Mother also cast aside her earlier displeasure, cheering excitedly as she began to reach out to the Void wonder jointly constructed by the three major races—the Hall of Transcendence.

A giant Void Vortex took shape before them, and upon seeing the vortex, the family of three stepped into it one after another, returning to the Metal Continent that lay above the Erathia World.

“Mija!” Muria, who had just returned, caught sight of the majestic Cloud City beside the Hall of Transcendence. Familiar with the sight of Cloud City and feeling the intimate Qi emanating from it, Muria was pleasantly surprised, then hurriedly abandoned his parents and excitedly flew towards that Cloud City.

“Lord Muria.” As Muria flew into the Cloud City, all the angels who saw him bowed respectfully, offering the highest homage to a being that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Deity.

“You’ve finally returned.” When Muria arrived at the courtyard in the center of Cloud City, he immediately saw a Blazing Sky God Descendant accompanied by three statuesque young women, watching him with a tranquil expression.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Feeling his wife’s Qi, Muria deduced that Michaela had reached the Legendary Peak for at least thirty years, hence a sheepish smile of apology formed on his face.

Thirty years was but a blink of an eye for the ordinary Legendary Peak, hardly enough to warrant a nap, but for Michaela, who was so desperately set on traveling to the Void and making an epic journey, those thirty years were exceedingly agonizing.

“Now that you’re back, let’s go.” After only exchanging a few words, Michaela began to urge Muria to leave. If it weren’t for waiting for Muria, she would never have stayed and would have already departed.

“Cough, just let me chat with my daughters for a little while, won’t you? I haven’t seen them for decades. Allow me to say a few words before we leave,” Muria said, a touch embarrassed, clearing his throat at Michaela’s impatience.

“Alright.” Seeing her three daughters by her side eager to communicate with their father, Michaela consented. After all the waiting, a short delay mattered little to her.

Under Michaela’s watchful gaze, Muria didn’t converse long with his grown daughters or interact with his eldest son. Instead, he promptly led her towards the Hall of Transcendence, embarking on their third mission to save the world.

Wrapped in a grand and radiant Light Pillar, the couple tore through the Void, hurtling towards the vast beyond, the unknown World Community…

When Muria next opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of dignified, intimidating eyes. The face observing him seemed somewhat weary, betraying no particular emotion.

“This is one who has long held a high position.” Muria, returned to the state of an infant, assessed the identity of the man before him, certain that to be gazed upon like this, he had to share a substantial blood relationship with him.

Of course, there were some highly exceptional situations, but Muria felt his luck was neither exceptionally good nor notably bad, and figured he was unlikely to encounter such a rotten start.

After scrutinizing Muria for a moment, the man gave a slight nod, said nothing, and turned to leave, his expression unchanging throughout the interaction.

As the man departed, a suppressed chorus of cheers erupted throughout the room, followed by several figures, seemingly handmaids, approaching to cleanse him of the blood on his body.

At that moment, immersed in a bath of special medicinal water, Muria was caught in deep contemplation. He had scrutinized the man just as much as he had been scrutinized, still uncertain of what exactly he had reincarnated as.

The features of the man resembled those of humans, but Muria noted peculiarities not found in humans, like the faint horns on either side of his forehead, and the barely discernible light patterns on his face. Besides these, he didn’t seem all that different from humans. Thus, Muria reckoned he was reborn into a humanoid race and hadn’t become some monster.

While Muria was submerged in the pool, undergoing the unique initiation rituals of this world, Michaela, also reincarnated here, faced a dire crisis.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Muria, Michaela was feeling incredibly frustrated. Having just been born, she found herself the target of an assassination attempt.

A horde of ghastly monsters had suddenly burst into the very birthing room. It seemed they did not wish to witness her arrival into the world.

Luckily, while a group of monsters sought her death, another group of humanoid creatures was resolved to protect her. Thus, a fierce battle unfolded in the birthing room.

And, as the principal character in this assassination, Michaela, trapped in her weak and helpless body, could only watch the chaos unfold, unable to lift a finger to alter the outcome.

This inability to act was immensely irksome to Michaela, who had never faced such a predicament. For her, any disruption to this reincarnation signified a failed ascent to an epic.

“Should I use it?” Amidst the vulnerable, but steady beating of her infant heart, a being reminiscent of the Ancient Gods opened her eyes which burned with crimson Flames, and in her hand emerged a droplet that seemed to hold everything, capable of spawning all creation.