Mystical Journey

There was an opened door in the tall black wall deep within the vault.

It was pitch black inside and a bone-chilling wind could be felt coming out from it.

Garen looked left and right and his surroundings was an empty space.

There was a layer of snow on the ground, suggesting that the temperature inside was extremely low.

His heart and throat started to vibrate as he produced a small vibration outside of humans’ audible range. The vibration could penetrate through everything and the distance it could travel was astonishingly far.

"Ivycius, I’m currently at the Royal’s Vault. Please send some men over."

This was a unique way of communication between Garen and the Demon Dragon. Although the range was limited, it was not a problem if it was within the Kingdom.

He soon received a response.

"Alright. My disciple is on the way there along with fifteen totem users. You should have enough support and they should arrive in twenty minutes."

Garen stopped his vibration. As he was about to enter the door, he suddenly heard whispers of joy from behind. It seemed that some outsiders had entered and felt ecstatic when they obtained the Heirlooms.

His face went cold and flicked his finger towards his back.

Pew pew pew!

Three streams of poisonous black fog trickled from behind him and disappeared into the darkness.

Those were the Nine-Headed Dragon’s poison secreted by Garen himself. It could spread within the vault and kill all living beings silently.

This would last for fifteen minutes or so and Ivycius’s disciple would arrive soon after that. Those who were able to leave the place with the Heirloom would be considered lucky.

He walked into the black door with large strides.

Garen’s vision quickly adapted to the pitch black environment in front of him.

Underneath his feet was a long black passageway which extended into the pitch black darkness in front of him.

The endless pits were on both side of the passageway and gushes of cold wind kept blasting up from it.

Garen moved forward slowly as he maintained great caution of his surroundings.

He could faintly hear something buzzing at the bottom of the pit. It sounded like a cry or a soft laughter but he couldn’t hear anything afterward when he tried to listen closer.

He looked down to the pit from both sides but it was pitch black.

Garen’s eyes glowed as he gazed down.

The Eye of Isaiah was activated but the pit was completely quiet.

Garen frowned, canceled the tactic and pondered for a moment before he kept moving forward.

The black passageway seemed to be endless as it kept stretching forward. There were no rail guards on both sides and he would have fallen had he been a commoner.

He gradually increased his speed as the layers of snow underneath his legs became thicker and harder.

Bam!

Suddenly the passageway in front of him broke apart.

A red dot was lit up in the pitch black pit.

The red light grew larger and flew up at incredible speed as it buzzed. Then, the red light lit up the surrounding area.

Surprisingly, the entire area was a massive wide black cage with uneven stone walls and pillars everywhere.

The red light in the pit became larger, dying the stone walls bright red as well. The cold air was gone, replaced by scorching heat.

Garen took a few steps back and the layer of ice underneath his feet melted immediately under the red light, similar to lava flowing down into the pit from both sides.

Boom!!

A fireball of more than ten meters in radius appeared in front of him.

The fireball cracked open, revealing a black square door and the door had a handle and a keyhole.

There was a fiery red human face made of red lines carved onto the door. Lava seemed to be flowing under the face and the overall look was elegant.

Ember motes floated in the air due to the high temperature. The ice on the passageway had completely evaporated into steam.

"So this is the real entrance huh?" Garen squinted his eyes.

He walked towards it while resisting the scorching hot temperature and touched the stone door handle at the center of the fireball.

"Please state the password." A clear voice of a woman could be heard. She seemed emotionless just like the computers on Earth.

Garen hesitated for a moment.

"I, as the Black Fire Palace Master of the Kingdom, should have the right to record in the central totem system, right?" He asked unsurely.

"Checking for rights... Result states you do not have the right to enter. Please leave immediately." The female voice immediately found the answer.

Garen’s expression changed slightly and pulled the handle fiercely.

"Invader!! Invader!!" The female voice sharpened.

Kachak!

It was as if some glass had broken.

Countless of black cracks resembling spider webs came at Garen from all directions. The cracks propagated in the air, it was as if space itself was shattering.

Boom!!

Garen’s landed his right fist on the stone door instantly.

As his palm crashed into the stone door, the whole cave suddenly trembled. Garen used the recoil as a supportive force to push himself to the far back, avoiding the black cracks at the same time.

The gigantic fireball had started to descend into the pit.

Garen rushed towards it and felt that the temperature had increased dramatically. Compared to the temperature previously which was just scorching hot, the current temperature was on the verge of being able to cook a person and it was still rising.

However, this was all meaningless to him; he had 10 vitality points hence he could withstand up to hundreds of degrees of temperature without sustaining any injury. Furthermore, he also had totem light to protect him.

As he got closer to the stone door in the fireball, multiple black cracks approached him from both sides.

These cracks gave him a sense of danger.

Garen’s eye flashed and he immediately clapped his hands, countless auras forming complex and mysterious lines on his body.

Ten Thousand Mammoth Sky Encirclement!!!

He roared as fires were produced from the friction between his hand and the air. He then placed them at the center.

Boom!!

A shockwave spread across the area and stunned the black cracks.

Garen then took this opportunity to land a quick punch onto the stone door.

However, there was no effect.

The dragon’s shadow flashed on Garen’s face. He opened his mouth and roared like the dragon.

Copious white gas, similar to a cloud, gathered at his right fist, forming a white cloud ball.

The feeling of battling against Ivycius filled his heart.

The violent desire of destruction flowed out of his heart and with the nine-headed demon dragon’s totem light, the two of them formed into a single being.

"Ah!!!!" Garen shouted violently.

Nine dragon shadows darted out as they wrapped around his right hand. The dragons’ eyes glowed red and collided with the stone door.

Crack!

Cracks started expanding on the stone door’s surface and this formed more and more cracks until it had covered the whole stone door.

Crush!!

The stone door collapsed.

Garen immediately flew into the door as countless spider web-shaped dimensional cracks grazed his back, leaving an injury.

He stood at the entrance as he tried to calm himself down. His heartbeat was extremely erratic.

That had been one of the skills he’d created when he had encountered Ivycius. It involved multiple Secret Techniques merging with the Nine-Headed Demon Dragon Totem Light.

One could also say that this was the accumulation of his techniques from the martial art world. All the strength and pace Secret Techniques had been placed into it.

"This move should be called Sky Dragon’s Crisscross!" Garen opened his mouth and a stream of black gas which looked like an arrow flew out.

Garen felt empty as he invented the Sky Dragon’s Crisscross as if he had poured out all of his accumulated inspiration all at once.

He stood still until his heartbeat returned to its normal rate before he opened his eyes.

If the Ten Thousand Mammoth Battle Skills was his complete martial art essence as a commoner, then this newly invented technique would be his first step in merging himself with his totem.

The strength of the Dragon’s Heart might be fully utilized with this technique.

With the support of the Troll Grip, he wondered how strong he could be.

As he put away his thoughts, Garen analyzed the surrounding environment.

Inside the fireball was a small square stone room.

The stone walls were glossy and black in color and the fiery red tactical lines were glowing on it, giving off a fantasy vibe.

There were three black metal racks placed inside the stone room.

Each rack had different items placed on top of it.

On the left rack, there were daggers, long swords, and armors placed on top of it. These items were carved with shining Tactical symbols. Its interior looked beautiful and delicate patterns were carved everywhere.

Garen walked towards it and picked up a white armor. It was thin and carved with flowery patterns. It was warm and its base material was rather soft.

He gently rattled the armor.

Buzz!!

A circle of white halo spread out from the armor and shone onto Garen’s body. Suddenly, his injury on his back had fully recovered.

"Non-activated healing effect?" Garen placed down the armor. With such an incredible healing effect, it would mean that he would have many lives during a battle and could be considered a priceless item to anybody.

One would typically need at least ten minutes to heal such a heavy injury. In addition, the main difference was that it would exhaust a person’s potential to heal themselves. This would result in a reduction in lifespan if one were to keep healing themselves.

However, this item relied on external resources to heal the injury and would not injure the body’s potential. No wonder it had been placed in this vault.

When Garen had been grazed by the black crack, the Nine-Headed Dragon’s Totem Light was instantly shattered, heavily injuring one of the dragon heads and almost losing one of its lives.

He observed the Dragon Head within the black dimension and saw that the injured dragon head was wilting fast as if all of its water content had been absorbed away.

Although his body had been healed, the totem’s injury wasn’t healed at all.

Garen placed down the armor and picked up the dagger.

The dagger was yellow in color and its base material resembled a jade, which gave off a half transparent vibe. The end of the dagger was curved, forming a J shape. What was interesting was that there was a yellow diamond-shaped gemstone placed on the edge of the knife at a fixed distance.

This dagger, which was the most eye-catching one, was placed at the very top of the rack.

As Garen picked up the dagger, he felt that he was holding onto a living being. It was as if he was holding onto a living being rather than of a weapon.

He gently waved the dagger.

Fling!

Suddenly, a yellow arc of electricity flickered in the air.

A yellow snake-like creature appeared faintly around the dagger. This living being resembled a snake but it had ears and a pair of transparent cicada wings.

As it appeared again once more, Garen could clearly see that this living being only had one eye and was filled with yellow electricity inside of it.