Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1214: The Gate of Bygone Days — Danacus’s Hideout (2-in-1)_3

Chapter 1214: The Gate of Bygone Days — Danacus’s Hideout (2-in-1)_3

"It must have something to do with it," Lady Mina said, not grasping Kyle’s thought, and puzzledly added, "Everything here is related to the Soul of Danacus."

"I think you’ve misunderstood," Kyle shook his head and explained, "Let me put it this way, the speculation that I just had is that the cloud of smoke is actually a door, and the Soul of Danacus is hiding behind that door. He is using this door to control the entire Realm of the Dead, including all the undead."

"And your reason?" Lady Mina furrowed her golden brows, pondered for a while, and then said, "I know your habits by now. When you share your inner speculation, it often means you already have a mature hypothesis. You present it as speculation when discussing with those around you, just to make your friends feel more at ease. But, Kyle, don’t think too little of the Drakes—we don’t mind if you’re smarter than us, and we certainly won’t be upset over such matters. So, there’s no need to spare my feelings; just speak your mind directly."

"I apologize for overthinking," Kyle said with an apologetic smile, speaking softly, "Here’s what I’m thinking: no matter how powerful Danacus is, even if he’s stronger now than at his very peak, he cannot surpass Lord Yarra’s glory. Therefore, it’s impossible for him to defy Lord Yarra’s will and break through the Deity’s barrier into our world."

"I agree with that," Mina nodded, "he couldn’t possibly do that."

"Good, with that premise, everything becomes easier," Kyle analyzed, "If we consider the entire Realm of the Dead as Danacus’s Divine Kingdom—in fact, that is an understatement—over the years Danacus has transformed this world into his Divine Kingdom, or at least, it has the characteristics of his Divine Kingdom. Therefore, we should say that the entire Realm of the Dead is Danacus’s Divine Kingdom, which he has used to breach the barrier set by Lord Yarra, colliding directly with our main world, allowing the two to interconnect. What do you think about that possibility?"

"Absolutely impossible," Lady Mina vehemently shook her head, "Our father’s power is beyond your comprehension. Danacus couldn’t do it, and even if all deities united their powers, they wouldn’t be able to break the rules set by the father deity. It’s simply impossible to create a hole in the Divine Barrier."

"So, that’s where the problem lies," Kyle clapped his hands confidently, "The situation that should be impossible is now happening: Danacus’s Realm of the Dead has somehow breached the Divine Barrier and connected to the main world. Since you also believe Lord Yarra’s Divine Barrier can’t be breached, Lady Mina, there can only be one explanation."

"Danacus gathered his own power?" Mina’s golden pupils shone with blinding light as she mused, "His original power had turned this span of time into his Divine Kingdom, but in order to evade the Divine Barrier’s obstruction, he intentionally retracted his divine power, thus allowing the Realm of the Dead to revert to its original mundanity, thereby breaking through to the main world, so that the undead could return to Yarran World."

"Exactly," Kyle nodded in agreement, "In this way, the returning undead wouldn’t be restricted by the Divine Barrier and could freely enter and leave the Yarran World. And although Danacus’s Divine Soul couldn’t show itself directly in the Realm of the Dead anymore, his Divine Power could still be transmitted through this world as a relay, reaching the main world more conveniently than other deities. If this speculation is true, then there’s only one issue left unclear—where exactly is Danacus now?"

"If he doesn’t consider this place as his Divine Kingdom," Lady Mina’s eyes grew brighter as she thought, gazing intently at the fog above the altar, and whispered, "then he will definitely use this world as a foundation to create a temporary Divine Kingdom. It would be very strenuous, but worth it. If I were Danacus, the location of the temporary Divine Kingdom connecting to the Land of the Dead would be in the safest and most controllable place, never placed haphazardly."

"For Danacus," Kyle countered, "Is there a safer or more controllable place than this one?"

"Of course not," Lady Mina’s mouth curved into a smile, her gaze shifting to Kyle’s face, "So if we pass through this fog, that will be his hiding spot."

"However, before that, there’s a very important issue we must address," Kyle said with an expressionless face, looking at the three moribunds still desperately struggling, "We must clear the formidable enemy behind us before we can confidently rush forth to face the ultimate foe—that’s common sense."

In reality, the enemy behind them no longer needed his attention. The three moribund dried corpses that had been doggedly guarding the altar, covered in ghastly wounds but still refusing to retreat, seemed to receive some kind of order the moment Kyle and Mina confirmed their speculation. Though they showed great reluctance, they quickly came together, gave the trio a hateful glare one last time without leaving any parting threats, and then, without warning, turned into a cloud of smoke, disappearing from within the rituals. The demigods found that no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer sense their presence. Clearly, they had been transported somewhere by the Divine Power.

In an instant, the space between the rituals transitioned from chaotic battle to silence. Caught off-guard by the sudden change, everyone’s eyes naturally turned to Kyle. With a puzzled frown, Kyle, hands clasped behind his back, walked to the altar and circled it a few times, while the weapons atop the altar continued to move slowly, like an open gate inviting them in.

"I’ve got a bad feeling about this, but we’ve come too far to turn back now," Kyle said without explaining to the others where he was headed. Trusting that everyone would understand the implication of his actions without needing an explanation, he stepped onto the altar. The moment he did, everything went black before his eyes, and it felt as though he had been transported to another space.

"You’ve finally arrived," a voice, as if a combination of multiple tones, echoed from all around, "People in whom I’ve placed my greatest hope, you have made me wait too long. Since the day Death’s Gate opened, I’ve been waiting for you. Now, you’ve finally come—hahaha, welcome."