Mission II

Several people waited calmly and unhurriedly.

As the days passed, the snow and wind accumulated ever deeper, yet every few days, an invisible force automatically swept them clean.

Finally, fifteen days later, a streak of azure light flew over from afar through the snowstorm.

The azure light wound through the air in an arc and drifted down onto the open ground behind them. A man emerged from within.

"Senior brothers, I am here to descend to the lower realm for the mission."

The man cupped his hands and spoke in a deep voice.

The others raised their eyes to inspect him.

His face was dull and wooden, his build sturdy, and his features ordinary. A red scar ran along his right cheek, sprawled across his face like a centipede. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders, giving him an untamed and unrestrained air.

The man appeared to be around thirty years old. He was likely the type to bloom late.

"Then let us begin the ritual for descending to the lower realm."

One of the pointed-hatted figures said softly.

"Alright."

The man nodded.

"Please stand upon the altar." The pointed-hatted man spoke solemnly.

The man complied and stepped onto the altar.

Whoosh!

The pointed-hatted figures simultaneously formed hand seals.

In an instant, more than ten hand seals were imprinted at once. Held aloft by True Force, they condensed into silver spheres of light in varying shapes.

When the hand seals numbered roughly a hundred, they all shot toward the man on the altar.

Boom!!!

A blinding burst of white light exploded before his eyes. His ears rang with thunderous roars.

His entire body felt as if he had been thrown into a drum and spun violently.

Who knew how long passed before the white light before his eyes