Light Fortress
Chapter 633 - 160: The Third Flame Seed_2

Chapter 633: Chapter 160: The Third Flame Seed_2

To describe what lay before their eyes as a cemetery no longer seemed appropriate.

Tall trees loomed all around.

Flying dry snow.

There was not a tombstone in sight, nor was there any noise to be heard.

It hardly seemed like a false dream.

Luo Yu had been fortunate enough to see Lord Gu Changzhi’s "Four Seasons Wilderness" before, where trees and snow thrived, bearing no relation to the scene of the Divine Wilderness... Instead, it resembled a genuine world of ice and snow.

"Is this... really the Disaster Realm?"

Luo Yu followed the old man forward, his spiritual power firmly suppressed by powerful rules, unable to release itself from his body, the suppression on spiritual power here was outrageously severe.

Even the "Infinite Scale" of Gu Qilin was tightly pressed just a few feet behind him, where only the shadow of a shaking black balance could be seen.

As titled, he could only barely utilize some spiritual power.

The Infinite Scale swayed from side to side.

An invisible hand parted the coniferous trees of snow and wood layer by layer ahead.

"We fell from above the cemetery... and should be close to the Inner Mausoleum." Gu Qilin spoke slowly, "At the beginning of the cemetery’s construction, I saw all the blueprints... Although I didn’t understand those array patterns, I remember Gu Changzhi’s resting place was not far from the falling hills."

Luo Yu knew that the resting place of Lord Divine was located at the Giant Statue Ruins in the Qing Tomb Inner Mausoleum.

It was the position of the master node of the Cemetery Array.

Giant statues stood, shrouded in fog, invisible from outside the cemetery, and since the construction of Qing Tomb, no one could see the original ruins any longer.

But everyone knew that these statues were closely related to the five major families six hundred years ago.

The two of them slowly walked forward.

Just as they were about to leave the dense forest, a wave of invisible, tide-like spiritual power "slowly" rippled out.

The old man stopped, extending a hand to halt Luo Yu’s progress.

The forest, rising tens of meters high, bent at the waist, and countless falling snows fluttered downwards, blown backwards by the wind.

Luo Yu’s complexion turned pale.

Watching this stream of extremely strong spiritual power vibrate past, and as the gust of wind brushed against his cheeks, his will was fiercely washed over... yet it was only that, washed over; this stream of spiritual power contained no hostility, no intent to kill.

It was like... encountering a huge wave striking the shore at the beach.

This wave did not intend to drag anyone back into the sea to kill them, so as long as one withstood the impact... they would be unharmed.

The shadow of the Infinite Scale mostly fell in front of Luo Yu.

This wave of impact was blocked by eighty percent.

But... it was still enough to give him a hard time.

Fatty Luo looked extremely troubled as he leaned against an ancient tree, gasping for breath and said with a thrill, "This spiritual fluctuation... isn’t it too powerful?"

If it weren’t for the help of the Infinite Scale in parrying.

He would probably... have been struck again.

"Don’t worry, you won’t die directly, at most you’d just ’fall asleep’ again," Gu Qilin spoke softly, "This stream of spiritual fluctuation carries no intent to kill, it only causes one to fall into sleep... over and over again."

Upon hearing this, far from feeling relieved, Luo Yu felt even more terrified.

Being hit by a wave at the beach then having the next one, and the next one come at you... If someone with insufficient spiritual power came here, the end result would be sleep until death.

"Is that... the power of a spark?" Fatty Luo murmured.

"Yes."

Gu Qilin calmly looked towards the direction from which the spiritual ripple had vibrated just now, pausing slightly before he spoke.

"Perhaps you could say... this is the power of the third spark."

At first, Luo Yu simply uttered an "oh" softly.

Soon after, he abruptly looked up, thinking he had misheard.

"The third spark?!"

Realizing the true meaning of those words, Luo Yu, usually calm, couldn’t help but raise his voice, he looked towards the distant forest as if seeing a ghost, his voice started to tremble, "Are you saying... there’s another third spark within this cemetery?!"

Gu Qilin silently smiled.

Although the old man appeared composed now, he too had been initially shocked by his own discovery.

"Most likely."

Gu Qilin spoke slowly, "Before falling, the Infinite Scale sensed two intertwining divine powers, coming from the Wine God of the Source Tower and Gu Changzhi... Yet the spiritual power just now, in terms of its fluctuating characteristics, differed from those two divine powers."

"You... didn’t make a mistake?"

Luo Yu’s voice was strained.

"I also hope I made a mistake..."

Gu Qilin spoke softly, "but the Infinite Scale’s sensitivity to spiritual power is extremely clear; that power is highly likely the ’third spark’ outside of the Wine God and Gu Changzhi’s."

"But... from where did this third spark come?" Luo Yu spoke halfway before abruptly stopping.

He thought of a piece of old news from twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago, one of the seven divine thrones of humanity, the Netherworld King, vanished into the mists of the Old World, outside the North Continent Fortress. Initially, the Federation Government believed the Netherworld King had gone to the Old World searching for the remains of an oasis. After losing contact, several of the divine thrones jointly set out to search for him... ultimately finding nothing.

In the end, the whereabouts of the Netherworld King remained a mystery.

His spark also disappeared into the fog sea of the Old World... No one knew whether he was alive or dead, nor did they know where his spark went.