Logo followed the Minghu Star Envoy into the depths of the Star God Temple. After crossing a barrier resembling a water curtain, they entered a dimensional space.
"Each Star God Temple is accompanied by a dimensional space, serving as a resting place for Star Envoy and Star Soldier," Minghu Star Envoy explained considerately.
"How... the Ether Power here..."
"It's very thin, right? Hehe, that's normal. Our Star God Lineage doesn't rely on Ether Power for cultivation, so naturally we don't need to set up various arrays or other devices to increase the concentration of Ether Power like those Fate Master Sect."
"I see."
Logo smiled knowingly and said no more. In fact, he only accepted part of Minghu Star Envoy's explanation.
The Eye of Omniscience quietly opened, observing the Star God Temple.
As you can see, veins connect from all directions, like passageways, tightly binding this dimensional space and transforming it into something similar to nodes.
While Ether Power exists within these systems, it does not constitute a large proportion; in fact, it subtly repels external Ether Power.
"Based on the various creations of nature, combined with the Fortune derived from the unified human race, these nodes are formed, then suppressed by the Star God Temple, with Star God stationed there, weaving a network to form a unified system... This system is quite similar to the most common method of building Divine Kingdom in the God of Faith. Are they different paths leading to the same goal? Or is it influenced by the rules of the Astral Realm?"
With his Eye of Omniscience closed, Logo lowered his head, a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind. He began to speculate more about the deeper secrets of the Star God Realm, getting closer and closer to the true nature of this world.
Minghu Star Envoy wanted to discuss potion-related matters with Logo, but Logo refused, citing his research into Fate Art.
After the Minghu Star Envoy left, Logo took out some materials and, with his superb rune skills, created a fake body. He then used Soul Informatization to entrust part of his consciousness to it, while his real body silently Concealment and left the Star God Temple.
North of Fallen Leaf County, a vast swamp stretches across the land, shrouded in mist, a harsh environment where ferocious beasts frequently appear and devour any humans who stray into it.
At this moment, in the center of the swamp, low trees cover the already small island, making it even more difficult to find a place to stand.
The sun sets in the west, Nightfall falls.
The Stars gradually brightened, and a cold wind rustled through the trees.
Hundreds of Follower of the End have gathered on this small island in the Great Swamp, and their leader, named Sitele, is currently raging.
"That bastard Daniel dared to disobey my orders! I clearly gave the order before the operation began that we must not reveal our identities, yet he dared to lead people to absorb the magic power of the Fallen Leaf County Fate Master. Is he afraid we'll be hard to detect?!"
In the night wind, Sitele's long, dark purple robe fluttered wildly, her hair danced in disarray, and her narrow eyes flashed with undisguised murderous intent.
Daniel and his group acted on their own initiative, which greatly increased the risk of what was originally a relatively smooth operation.
"Those idiots actually tried to deceive themselves by deliberately summoning Aberrant Demon in an attempt to cover up their tracks. They were utterly... foolish!!"
Sitele was trembling with rage. As the saying goes, it's not the god-like opponents you should fear, but the pig-like teammates. To Sitele, Daniel and his two companions were undoubtedly pig-like teammates.
"My lord, Daniel and the other two have not yet returned. Either they know they will be punished by you upon their return and are afraid, or they have been discovered by the Star God Lineage or other Fate Master Sect and are likely to be captured or killed," a Follower of the End standing at the front of the crowd said in a deep voice.
Judging from his tone, this man was clearly one of Sitele's confidants.
Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in Sitele's eyes intensified. The reason she was angry was precisely because she feared this outcome. It would be fine if Daniel and the others were killed, but what she feared was that the three of them would reveal their location.
Sitele was always well aware of his own integrity as Follower of the End.
"Should we activate the 'Positioning Altar' ahead of time?" At this moment, another confidant spoke up, his eyes flickering slightly as he said this.
Sitele narrowed her eyes, subtly glancing at the group of Follower of the End who hung their heads, not daring to look up at her, and made her decision.
"We'll do it your way!"
At this moment, another trusted confidant, still not understanding their words, asked doubtfully, "But our last batch of sacrifices hasn't arrived yet. If you don't allow us to Slaughter indiscriminately in Fallen Leaf County and instead send sacrifices from other regions, it will take at least seven more days."
Sitele glanced at her trusted confidante, a hint of helplessness flashing across her face, but since she was ultimately one of their own, she still explained the situation to her through Divine Power communication.
Upon hearing this, the confidant's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to say something, but seeing Sitele's expression, he realized that nothing he said would make a difference, so he could only acquiesce.
After making the decision, Sitele exchanged a glance with his two confidants. His magical power surged, his Fate Artifact was fully activated, and at the same time, he launched a bloody massacre against the other Follower of the End.
With a deafening boom, three energy waves exploded like meteors falling to earth, unleashing a storm of raging waves that swept away fragments of broken trees and damp swamp mud in all directions.
Caught off guard, the vast majority of the Follower of the End were instantly killed by this sudden attack. Some who were more vigilant managed to withstand the first wave of attacks, but they were no match for the three Sitele, who were far stronger than them, and they all perished, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.
Within three minutes, there was no one left on the island, and even the once lush forest had vanished, leaving only chaos and devastation.
Sitele coldly observed everything before him, then took out a fist-sized, silver-white altar. Blood-red patterns coiled around the surface of the altar like small snakes, exuding a strange aura of bloodshed, violence, and elusiveness.
After being infused with magic, the altar rapidly expanded, growing to the size of a house, and crashed heavily onto the ground. Thousands of fleshy tentacles emerged from the bottom of the altar, plunging into the soil and devouring the flesh and soul of the recently deceased Follower of the End.
The crimson lines writhed and spread across the entire altar, until they completely covered the silver parts.
Thump~
A crimson beam of light shot out from the top of the altar, rising about a hundred meters before piercing straight through space and tearing open a dimensional rift.
The beams of light continued to flow.
The three of Sitele stared intently at the opened dimensional rift, their hearts pounding with anxiety and longing.
Until a sharp fang appeared in their field of vision, a look of ecstatic joy suddenly appeared on their faces.
"The records are correct; there really are serpent fangs left behind by our lord here! With the Will of the End end above, our lord finally has a chance to break free from that damned seal!"