Chapter 55: Chapter 53 Wandering in the Spirit Realm

As long as one traversed through the woodlands of dreams, they could arrive at the mysterious and unpredictable Spirit Realm.

The Spirit Realm was a wilderness, an ocean, an archipelago, and also the gathering place of the subconscious and emotions of all beings, brimming with endless spirituality.

The consciousnesses of the three individuals appeared together in the same location within the woodland, and the white circles of the Array containing several potions arrived alongside the consciousnesses of the three of them into the woodland of the dream.

Byrne took a deep breath, his mind still very groggy, and he barely squatted down to reach for a nearby sobering potion.

He and Irene each drank a sobering potion, and then they gave the last bottle of sobering potion to the confusedly sleepwalking Grandma Narda.

The three of them awoke in the dream and looked up to survey the scenery of the woodland, deeply shocked in the depths of their hearts.

The ground of the woodland was like white snow, paved with countless ashes burnt to whiteness, and piles of white ashes built up tall trees, each dozens of meters high, obscuring the vast and boundless pure white sky above.

There were no constellations or sun in the sky, nothing at all.

The woodland, a boundary between the dreamworld and the Spirit Realm.

Ordinary people who happened upon the woodland in their dreams often lost their way, but Irene was different; she had a way to obtain guidance from the Lord of the Lost.

She chanted under her breath, murmuring to herself.

“Oh great Lord of the Lost, You who control the pathways of the Spirit Realm, You who are the guiding star in the Dawn, we follow Your guidance on that frost-like path, towards the Spiritual Gateway.”

Byrne and Narda slowly lifted their heads, astonished to see that the previously empty white sky now had His exclusive high-hanging position!

Black cross-shaped radiance flickered in the sky, silently overseeing the entire wall-less woodland.

Karl gazed calmly at the woodland within the dream and further into the Spirit Realm from the sky above.

They had come, the people of the Fischer family had finally arrived in the Spirit Realm for the first time.

Over the years, he hadn’t just been idling; he wasn’t merely hanging around every day but often wandered freely through the Spirit Realm.

Although those seemingly powerful mystical existences all avoided him from afar, each running faster than rabbits, leaving no chance for interaction or connections, Karl had still managed to figure out many of the patterns of the Spirit Realm and had roughly mapped out the “map” of the Spirit Realm.

Actually, the Spirit Realm had no fixed geography, but through different “Spiritual Gateways,” one’s consciousness could travel to various distinct areas.

Thus, the black cross-shaped radiance quietly hung high in the sky.

“How magnificent!”

Irene bowed her head, knelt on the ground, unable to suppress the excitement in her normally calm voice, and said to the two behind her, who were stunned:

“Our Lord has already given us guidance! Let’s keep moving towards His direction!”

Byrne and Narda also knelt down one after another, expressing their sincere gratitude to the great Lord of the Lost.

The other Extraordinary Exponents who entered the dream encountered far less fortune; without special means or the discovery of certain patterns, they could only rely on pure luck to reach the Spirit Realm from the woodland.

Following His guidance, the three of them walked silently through the “white snow,” surrounded by a profound silence, their emotions oscillating between calm and cluelessness.

Until they crossed the woodland and came to the true Spirit Realm.

They looked up in utter shock at the astonishing scene, an ocean above their heads dotted with numerous islands, seeming as though they could fall from the sky at any moment!

Underneath their feet was completely unfamiliar terrain, with many ethereal shadows gradually taking form around them, as if to materialize some city that had never before existed.

The three of them arrived together on an island of Spirituality, just like all the other islands, constructed from the collective subconscious of all beings, a projection of history.

Originally, when it remained unobserved, it would stay in a blur. Once it became the subject of a conscious gaze, it gradually took shape to evolve into a solid entity.

Irene calmly turned to the two behind her and recited the knowledge in her mind, slowly saying:

“The most important concept of the Spirit Realm is ‘gateway’. Almost behind every ‘Spiritual Gateway’, there lies something new and changing—curiosities, knowledge, brand-new islands of Spirituality, or the unfathomable.”

“The Gate of Shadow we seek is one of the many Spiritual Gateways, and it exists on this island.”

The first journey into the Spirit Realm was extremely important!

If they could establish a connection to the Gate of Shadow, they would be able to come here frequently to conduct rituals and continuously control new Extraordinary Beings!

Grandma Narda was the first to undergo the experiment.

Theoretically, as long as the Fischer family’s resources were sufficient, they could even establish a loyal army of Extraordinary Exponents, a thought that Byrne himself found chilling to consider!

The surroundings of the three began to transmute, sprouting tall white structures the likes of which they had never seen before, marked everywhere with the symbol of flames.

Narda had been thoroughly shocked by the developments and the existence of the Spirit Realm, unable to decide what to say and could only mutter prayers where she stood.

Byrne looked at the buildings that were gradually appearing around them, placed his hand under his nose, and after a moment’s contemplation said,

“The architecture around us doesn’t seem to belong to the current era; it somewhat resembles the structures of the Cyart people from the old era two hundred years ago.”

Grandma Narda was taken aback and said,

“Two hundred years ago? At that time, the Cyart people should have been at the center of the Ouden Continent, once so brave and powerful that even the Lorne citizens were beaten back.”

Byrne and Irene had also heard about this piece of history from the elders that the Lorne Empire, now the overlord of the continent, had been no match for the Cyart people two hundred years ago.

It was only by using extremely despicable means a century ago that they managed to expel the most valiant Cyart people from the center of the continent to the east.

Moreover, “Cyart people” meant “people of exile,” so obviously the Cyart people of the past didn’t call themselves that but were known as the Flame Tribe due to their proficient use of gunpowder.

“We need to find the Gate of Shadow immediately; the island of Spirituality is where the most intense emotions of many beings converge, and the projected historical rifts often lead to major disasters. We must complete everything before disaster strikes,”

Irene paused and then solemnly warned both of them,

“Remember not to enter other gateways at will; behind each Spiritual Gateway lies a different possibility. They could be opportunities but also dangers.”

“Once our consciousness in the Spirit Realm collapses, our real world will also suffer from psychological trauma, and even fall into extreme fear and madness, eventually leading to the shattering and destruction of the soul.”

Byrne and Grandma Narda could of course comprehend the danger level of the Spirit Realm and did not dare to take it lightly.

The city on the island of Spirituality, echoing with historical rifts, gradually merged into a city from over two hundred years ago. As the three set foot in this unfamiliar city, real figures began to emerge.

They were once Cyart people, no, Flame Tribe people, now gathering in the streets, shouting continuously, with many in white robes visibly agitated.

It didn’t take long for Byrne and the others to hear what people in white robes were shouting.

“Blood for blood!”

The Flame Tribe people cried out, their expressions mournful as they screamed wildly.

Only after hearing this did the three realize that a city had fallen to an invasion by the Lorne people, with tens of thousands of Cyart people killed or captured as slaves.

They all felt extremely confused, as the Cyart people of two hundred years ago were known to be invincible in battle, supposedly undefeated for a century. How could there be such a tragic past?

Could it be that the projected history was false? It couldn’t be that the Cyart people’s histories, passed down orally for hundreds of years, were fabricated, could it?

However, none of this mattered to them; all three just wanted to find the Gate of Shadow.

Byrne looked at Irene and asked in a low voice, “Where might the gateway be?”

Irene, recalling the mysterious knowledge within her mind, responded truthfully, “It should be at the ‘most significant’ place within this island of Spirituality.”

The most significant place?

Byrne fell into deep thought; “most significant” could have various meanings – did it refer to the most secret defensive location, the most dangerous place, or did “significant” imply something else altogether?

“Halt your steps, who are you? Why have I never seen you before? Are you undercover agents sent by the Lorne people!”

Suddenly, a knight in white armor stepped around the crowd, stood in front of Irene and the other two, and looked serious as the many Flame Tribe people around also turned their attention to them.

Given that the city wasn’t large and everyone was familiar with one another, the sudden appearance of three strangers was indeed conspicuous.

Grandma Narda was terrified, she hadn’t expected that those so-called projections would actually take notice of them, mistakenly believing the projections wouldn’t engage with them physically.

Byrne stepped forward with a smile, already adept at communicating with the other party,

“We are all Flame Tribe people, reclusive healers living nearby, skilled in using mystical powers to cure diseases.”

He paused, and with an indignant expression continued,

“I hope those damned Lorne people go to hell! The situation isn’t looking good right now, and we too want to contribute, willing to treat our sick Flame Tribe brethren in the city for free!”