This time, Molo's death was real.
Naimus's sword pierced through all his vitality, and even his very existence was erased at that moment.
The alchemical ritual, which had merely been disrupted, truly lost a major core at that moment.
Molo's death secured Naimus's victory.
More and more power gathered toward Naimus, each surge breaking through its limits.
Then the sky dimmed, as though the sun had been obscured.
But in the next instant, another "sun" lit up.
It was an eye. Within that enormous eye seemed to lie boundless light.
Yet it also seemed as though countless rays of light were streaming into that single eye.
In the Land of Slumber, Naimus opened his eyes, and Meng He immediately sensed something.
Spiritual power surged violently. The compressed space here rippled, and then a corpse was squeezed out from within it.
The corpse was charred all over, with one arm severed. It was the Nether Corpse—the Saint Dartmenly from six or seven hundred years ago!
And on its remaining arm, a line of silver writing flashed with light.
Naimus looked over, and one eye covered the entire line of silver writing.
Through those words, Naimus saw the whole of Silver City.
Rituals nested within space, and space formed rituals.
"So that was it. When you escaped the Land of Ends, Dartmenly had already formed a 'connection' with you and the outside world—a stable passage for leaving."
"After all, you couldn't have left the Philosopher's Stone in the Land of Ends as well."
"Looks like Saint Dartmenly didn't trust you either. He left something behind, giving his descendants some information."
"The Second Generation used this method to bring his grandfather's corpse out of the Land of Ends."
The Dartmenly Family records stated that after the Second Generation consulted all kinds of materials