Inside a damp tunnel.

Before the massive, rapidly spiraling carpet, a ghostly creature suddenly appeared.

It let out a piercing howl as it lunged forth. Its twin claws exuded a rampant, bone-chilling cold, and the fine bodily fluids within it repeatedly bulged, burst, swelled, then burst again, as if in a constant state of violent boil.

｛Explosive Wind Fist, Temporal Amplification 10,000 N.｝

Riding the giant rug, Yang Zicang threw a punch.

A fist-wind glowing with red phantom flames swept across the surface of the black tide shadow, rippling its skin like disturbed water.

Boom! The thing exploded into a shower of splashing liquid.

But the next instant, it coalesced. The liquid within had vanished, but the shadow energy remained. It lunged at him with a claw.

｛I counteracted 15.8N.｝

Then came another claw, swift as lightning.

｛I counteracted two 16Ns.｝

The poisonous claw grazed the body of Yang Zicang, who was suddenly accelerating, bringing a burning sensation to his skin, as if he had been pricked by something.

The iron rod that He Yishu held scraped through the creature’s body—it was cut open but healed instantly, growing even more frenzied as it swung its dual claws furiously in pursuit!

{Ahh-ahhh— }

The sound was filled with an indescribable sense of twisted, an agony that couldn’t be vented.

Although the attack was not high for a “Radiance ” (Fog folk) with extra donated-time sequences, these few constrinp grabs had stirred and boiled the qi and blood inside Yang Zicang, making it feel like at might throw up arun times

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｛Hua Mi offered passive invested boos in myself｝.

｛Hua Mi invests 100N for me.｝

{Yang… Ahh, waow, Buchen, you guys are amazing! }

｛Cut the crap. Did you find out any information about the island lord’s family?｝

Yang Zicang, who hadn’t expected much help from Hua Mi’s side, found himself getting anxious instead.

He had no clue what the thing in the cave really was, but the distributor’s hints made him feel that this opportunity might only come once.

The floating shadow struck again with another sharp claw.

｛Gravity Arc, position expand, Thousand-rank!｝

At that very instant, with a cracking sound, the thing nearly pressing against Yang Zicang’s body let out a fierce scream.

Half of its head was sucked into a microscopic black hole with a splatter, slowing the monster’s movement.

Seizing the moment, Yang Zicang controlled the flying carpet and swiftly darted into a branching tunnel.

{I learned a bit, but you guys… } Catching sight of the rapidly shifting perspective taking a sharp turn, Hua Mi excitedly waved her nearly fleshless arms, {actually managed to drive… drive a carpet through a tunnel that dark. }

“What exactly did you learn? ” Yang Zicang pressed urgently.

{I found out that Ka. Yunni’s dad and granddad both passed away young, but some islanders secretly claim they never really died. I couldn’t dig up anything more on that, though. }

{Also, I found out why many islanders here have only one-character surnames—it’s a privilege granted by the so-called Old Nobility. }

“Nobility?! “

The monster relied on its speed to pull its body away from the black hole and give chase.

He Yishu suggested, “I think we should slow down. “

“Why… do you want to take down that thing behind us? “

He Yishu shifted his body beneath the massive, not-too-tightly-wrapped blanket, squinting his eyes against the fierce wind as he said:

“Yes! I figure, the more difficult something is for us, if we can actually pull it off… the easier it’ll be to gain Glory Light, don’t you think? “

In the distance, a shrill sound, like a vengeful spirit howling for its due, cut through the air.

The enormous carpet spun a hundred and eighty degrees in the wind, making He Yishu, caught within it, feel as if a ring of gravity was swaying inside his body.

Black holes appeared repeatedly beside the moving monster.

“Are you sure you can deal with it? “

“It was tough just now, but now? Not necessarily. “

The two stopped.

They stared into the pitch-dark cave mouth, the piercing screech growing closer.

A bead of seawater condensed in He Yishu’s palm, freezing together into a flattened, quivering small crystal.

It was the first attempt in this world…

A silver-white zigzag of light surged from He Yishu’s hand into the flat, mirror-like object, which he hurled with ferocity the instant the shadowy figure appeared.

{Ahhh— }

The dark shadow sliced through the air, closing in an instant.

“Mirror Shatter Veil! “

The tiny mirror formed from frozen seawater spun mid-air, erupting with a brilliant halo of silver-white brilliance that blocked the onrushing shadow.

The monster suddenly halted its steps, lifting its head to gaze at the unfolded gauze mirror.

Yang Zicang had already been ready to unleash a black hole at any moment.

Yet it just stood silently, staring at the spread membrane, as if observing a slightly hazy, sheer mirror.

It saw itself within it.

“Shatter! “

He Yishu’s hand clenched forcefully into a phantom grip.

Crackle! The membrane expanded like a cage, enveloping the shadow’s entire body! It let out a bloodcurdling scream, its frame writhing as if seared by flames, twisting violently before shattering with a crisp crack.

｛Gained 125N!｝

……

{You all… }

Something inside the cave sounded surprised, {Ha… you two, turned out to be Mistlanders with some real skills after all. }

“Is that your mod? ” Yang Zicang recalibrated his inner assessment of the man.

“Yeah. By harnessing liquid or crystal imprinted with the opponent’s aura, I can project phantom images of another version of them, then tear apart their cognition. “

{Whoa! } Hua Mi was astonished that He Yishu’s move had blown the shadow into several dissipating pieces.

He Yishu stated calmly, “They’ll genuinely feel their bodies have been broken. “

This was the caliber of one who could still cut an elegant figure in this realm while accumulating over ten thousand seasons to steer a new track of fate.

Yang Zicang shook the massive blanket, then redirected their rush deeper into the cave.

{So He Yishu is this strong. }

Hua Mi’s astonished thought echoed through, while her mouth continuously narrated discoveries about the lineage of Island Lord Ka Yunni.

-｛Distributor Di’an is satisfied with my prologue of brilliance.｝

{The Golden Shell Federation Navy, with the help of the island natives, stationed here. As ordinary people, they could venture deep into Mist Sea to this point, but could go no further… }

The giant flying carpet carried He Yishu and Yang Zicang deep into the cave, where two large holes had previously been blasted open in the wall.

{But then problems arose. Legend has it that some of the navy soldiers stationed here turned into demons… }

The pitch-black interior of the cave was illuminated by their arrival. The light of Phantom Flame refracted across the water’s surface, lighting the surroundings like twin blazing fires in a dark chamber.

Boom! Boom!Two massive, dark tentacles erupted from the water. Dense rows of suction cups sprayed streams of corrosive liquid, as dark as ink, toward the area around the flying carpet and its two passengers.

{So, you’re the ones who embarrassed my grandson. }

The tentacles clashed with the flying spears controlled by Yang Zicang.

｛I have offset 2000N.｝

“Time sequence offset. “

The skin of the two pitch-black tentacles faintly shimmered with a turbidity that distorted the surrounding air.

“That thing seems to contain a bloodline attribute. “

He Yishu warned, but then he immediately thought, “But why didn’t the others before have it? “

……

The island lord, who had been monitoring the situation from afar through his earpiece, finally showed a hint of relief.

Then he immediately focused and listened more intently.

Piecing together the intense sounds coming through the earpiece and the fragmented voices of two Fogfolk exchanging bits of information, Ka. Yunni initially judged that the pair was under a ranged attack.

“You won’t succeed this time. “

The more he listened, the more excited he became. “Haha, you two meddlesome brats have finally met your match. Do you think the little darlings in the Cauldron of Nurturing are something you can handle! “

……

On the ship.

Hua Mi could no longer see the battle between the Chairman and the handsome Mr. He; it looked like the two were exchanging their timelines with each other.

Just as she was about to compile the recently gathered information about the island into a volume, a person suddenly ran to a corner of the cabin and hurriedly addressed Hua Mi:

“Hey, governess. “

Hua Mi raised a fist as if in mock anger. “I’ve told you, don’t call me that. “

“Heh, that’s what everyone calls you. I’ve got a good tip for you, but I’ll need a little finder’s fee. “

Hua Mi closed her Nightmare Notebook and looked at the man. “What is it? “

“There’s someone outside selling secret gossip about the island lord’s family. He says he’ll only sell it to reliable people; so you were the first bunch I thought of—you guys, always causing a stir. I’ve already managed to hold him steady at the dock. “

After speaking in a low voice, the man rubbed his three fingers together and chuckled.

“What’s your template? “

“Red Model.“

“Alright, go find Miss Xue, the same one who handled the order earlier. Five hundred Zero Stems of Voidshine won’t be lacking for you.“

“Oh goodness, kind soul, thank you, thank you! Let me take you there first.“

When Hua Mi went to meet the man peddling so-called secret insiders, inside the cave, Yang Zicang and He Yishu were already locked in a bloody melee with a swarm of massive octopus tentacles, each breaking through from the still, turbid pools.

BOOM BOOM BOOM! SPLISH SPLAT SPLAT!

The ground was littered with shattered octopus limbs; several upright iron vats around the pool had been battered into crumpled scrap by the silver lance and wildly lashing appendages.

SPLAT-SHATTER!

Yang Zicang’s flying lance severed another tentacle with surgical precision. Yet his own time-keeping energy was rapidly draining!

Each hit dispelled at least two thousand years of time counters; even after cleaving through so many, more cephalopods surged from the depths below—as if every monstrous octopus in all the oceans had gathered beneath them! Hack off one, and another takes its place; it seemed boundless.