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Chapter 330 - 285: Matissa Returns Home (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 330: Chapter 285: Matissa Returns Home (Requesting Monthly Votes)

While some chieftain wandered the Shui Ze base market like a passerby, the envoy from the Wave City-State did not accompany them.

He strolled alone for a while, and, after seeing all he wanted to see, the Wave Envoy headed to a restaurant in the resting area, indulging in the lingering delicacies while pondering what to do next.

Gazing at the bustling and orderly base market beneath the night sky, lit up with bright lights,

the envoy felt somewhat lost.

He had already represented the Wave City-State and cooperated with the Blue Star White-headed Eagle to a certain degree, and many more in-depth cooperation plans were all set and approved by the higher-ups of his city-state, just waiting to be enacted in the future.

But,

the Shui Ze base market was established on the foundation of a devastating siege wave.

These were originally just rumors—he had no personal intelligence network, knew little, and didn’t quite believe them—until today, when he personally witnessed the prosperity and stability of the Shui Ze base market and the blue-robed envoy understood.

"Continue cooperating with the White-headed Eagle federation?"

"Only a fool would cooperate!"

He had made that decision previously because he learned through various means that the White-headed Eagle was the strongest nation before the descent of the mysterious forces.

But times had changed.

The White-headed Eagle was not suited for the mystery.

"No, it’s not quite like that."

"At least Area 51 has seven or eight, maybe even more, Triple Awakeners, and their self-made Awakened Weapons are not weak either."

By his standards, the White-headed Eagle federation was quite strong.

But Dong Huang was stronger, unreasonably strong.

Or rather, it was the supporters of Dong Huang who were unreasonably strong.

The Wave Envoy didn’t understand the deeper secrets; he was just a man with no personnel at his disposal. He had made a special trip to the city’s outer defenses and had also been observing the clear skies above the base market.

He didn’t understand the reasoning, only feeling awe-struck.

If Dong Huang were only slightly stronger than the White-headed Eagle, stronger by a bit, he would still choose to continue cooperating with the leader in the black leather coat, but Dong Huang was much too powerful, with the Dawn District, resisting the super waves, and so on...creating one miracle after another.

The gap was too big!

"We Wave City-State have come to these nascent worlds merely to engage in a few business deals, cooperate for profit, not to cultivate spokespeople to dominate the world."

Because domination is pointless—the world will ultimately be destroyed.

In such a scenario, continuing to increase investment in Area 51 was no longer appropriate.

It was fortunate that the current investment was modest; withdrawing now would be wise. The next step would be to cooperate with Dong Huang, or perhaps with that mysterious Ember Organization, even if their city-state joined too late and missed out on any substantial benefits, drinking a spoonful of broth was still possible.

Without further investment, at least there would be no loss.

The Wave Envoy thought, "If this were merely an ordinary world, then the broth wouldn’t be worth much, but this Blue Star is clearly extraordinary, whether there’s a high entity supporting it from behind, or Blue Star itself is brimming with opportunities, jumping in timely for cooperation could bring my Wave City-State substantial profits."

"However, my Wave City-State has arrived too late, and we know too little about Ember—if we want not just to sip broth, but to also eat meat..."

His level of authority was not enough.

The Wave Envoy thought of reporting back to his superiors, but first, more in-depth investigation was needed.

During this Blue Star conference period.

...

...

On the eve of the Blue Star World conference, envoys from the major Oasis were preparing or had already been in contact with their superiors.

In the Ghastly Realm, a certain area within the Falling Star Pit,

mists of grey wove through the air, a pall of dark clouds shrouded the skies, and the vast and interconnected cavern passageways hid a secluded haven.

Here, although the sun could not be seen, threads and strands of radiance sprinkled down.

Cascading onto dense clusters of buildings.

Around the outer edges of the city, a magnificent white wall stood tall; on a recessed section outside the wall, a few steps led to a high ceremonial altar, where deep blue patterns were etched, outlining a mystic design.

At the eight corners of the raised platform, several small lamps were erected, their flames burning with a faint blue light, seemingly eternal.

On this section of the city wall, several well-equipped elites from Sword Flower City were stationed—not as part of the city wall defense forces, but specifically overseeing the situation of this altar, keeping a vigilant watch.

Suddenly,

wisps and threads of grey mist began to rise from the octagonal platform, churning continuously.

From a distance, hundreds of meters away from the city wall in the Grey Mist Area, the mist slightly stirred, releasing tendrils and filaments.

The sapphire flames on the high platform burned more fiercely, consuming ferociously to provide some kind of energy.

"There’s activity at the Falling Altar; it must be the return of an envoy. Quick, inform all major academies,"

the curly-haired youth who appeared to be the team leader ordered.

At the same time, he drew the sword at his side, which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. His eyes fixed on the ceremonial altar enveloped in rising mist.

The Falling Ceremony Altar was an essential facility for Sword Flower City to seek new worlds and facilitate the landing and return of envoys.

But it harbored risks.

There had been incidents where envoys met accidents on their return. Dead halfway through their journey, they brought back a Calamity Level Mysterious Evil, causing numerous losses.

This was one of the reasons...

why the ceremonial altar was placed outside of the city wall.

"Who do you think is returning this time?"

"Which one? There are only like two, right? Envoy Allen departed over a year ago; he returned once in the meantime, but that was months ago. And Matissa Envoy only left recently."

"So it seems that it is Envoy Allen who has returned this time."

"The world that Envoy Allen visited must be nearing its end, too. This return likely means he’s preparing to attempt the Fourth Awakening."

As this was mentioned, envy appeared on the faces of the few Sword Flower elites.

They were also three-sense high-rankers and had even touched upon the threshold of the Fourth Sense, occasionally sensing the ’premonitions of Awakening’ within themselves.

But they dared not go through with an Awakening.

Without Academy-arranged rituals, without those calming treasures and elixirs to soothe the mind, the probability of surviving the tribulation of the Fourth Awakening was far too low!

One small misstep... No, in most cases, a self-initiated Awakening meant instant death on the spot.

They didn’t dare.

Even though the status of a four-sensed Superhuman Rank within Sword Flower City was far higher than that of three-sensed elites like themselves and a lofty position in the Great Oasis,

they still didn’t dare to try.

They were living quite comfortably with three senses, so why bother struggling at the risk of almost certain death?

To achieve the Fourth Sense, one needed to accumulate merits continuously, or have a family provide support, asking one of the Academy’s chancellors to conduct the ritual, complemented with various treasures. Only then was there a higher probability of success, the correct method for the Fourth Awakening.

And envoys usually had accumulated enough merits for a successful return.

"After all, envoys are selected from the top graduates of various academies. They naturally have a considerable chance of achieving the Fourth Awakening. It’s quite normal for them to step into the Fourth Level in the future."

"Right, brothers, be mindful of decorum, and welcome the future four-sense big shot."

At this moment, the Grey Mist was churning, gathering more and more.

In a place invisible to the city guards and immeasurable by distance, the Grey Mist wrapped around above and to the sides, thick as a wall of fog... No, a grey passage.

Within this grey mist passage, roughly ten to twenty meters wide, sometimes a withered piece of Wood would flash by; at other times, half remnants of buildings would shimmer past.

Bizarre and variegated.

It was like looking out the window of a moving vehicle, watching scenery fly by.

Within the passage enveloped by thick fog, strands of Grey Mist drifted. Matissa, holding a lamp in one hand and a sword in the other, walked unhurriedly along this ’Reverse Landing Ritual Passage.’

Compared to a ’Normal Landing,’ a ’Reverse Landing’ was much more troublesome and took much more time."

"It’s probably been a day or two since I started walking?"

"It should be time now."

Matissa murmured.

In the lonely environment, left only to talk to herself to maintain a certain level of mental focus, she continued to walk forward, careful not to misstep, especially not into the dense Grey Mist that was like a wall.

Once stepping into it, the Reverse Landing Ritual would go awry, and she would be lost within the Ghastly Realm.

By then, not to mention becoming a four-sense Superhuman, even a Five- or Six-Senses individual would have no other fate but to die of exhaustion if they couldn’t find the way out.

However,

she was already at the Superhuman Rank, and walking in this Reverse Landing passage was still relatively easy. Occasionally, there would be...

From the front left, the Grey Mist surged, and a three-star Mysterious Evil sprang forth, but before it could clearly see its prey, a bright silver sword light blossomed, exquisitely slicing its body.

Boom—

The Mysterious Evil fell to the ground.

Matissa used her sword to split open the creature’s body, picking out a useful piece of material and placing it into her backpack, then nonchalantly continued on her way.

Mysterious Evils were generally not numerous, with three-star ones even more rare; such environments mandated constant vigilance.

Matissa sprinted forward, stepping over land strewn with grey rubble, across fields of lustrous blue grass, and through narrow tunnels...

The surrounding environment changed layer by layer.

Suddenly, the pace gradually slowed, and at the end of the Grey Mist-covered passage, clusters of blue Flame flickered, guiding the way like beacons.

"I’m almost there!"

She was invigorated and hastened her pace, passing through the layers of changing veils.

In an instant, the Grey Mist in front of her thinned out until it disappeared completely, and her view opened up abruptly with streaks of sunlight falling in front of her.

The familiar altar, the familiar white walls.

Back at last!

"Congratulations to Envoy Allen for a successful return... Huh?"

The captain began to recite the prepared words but suddenly stopped halfway.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned forward to look towards the ritual altar below the great wall.

The captain wasn’t familiar with either Envoy Allen or Envoy Matissa, but at the very least, he wouldn’t mistake a man for a woman!

So the one returning is...

"Envoy Matissa?"

"Yes, it’s me. Here’s my identification and contact insignia."

After verification with methods unique to Sword Flower City, the captain placed his hand on his chest and bowed in a Sword Flower salute, "Please wait a moment, Envoy Matissa. I’ll have someone lower the climbing ladder immediately."

The voice came from above the great wall.

Matissa looked up, gazing at the wall tens of meters high, which had once seemed insurmountable to her, and waved her hand, "No need, I’ll come up myself."

With those words, Matissa stepped back slightly and jumped with a powerful thrust, using the perpendicular segments of the ’concave’-shaped city wall to kick off several times, and in the blink of an eye, landed elegantly with a forward roll onto the towering city wall.

She patted the dust off her clothes.

"That’s right, I’m already a Superhuman Rank."